At work. At home.
But in bed?
Surely not.
The bed was right there.
I’d been sleeping in it for five days.
No fucking way.
My head snapped up.
Rowan was naked—his body emerging from shadow, his arousal unmistakable. I wanted to ask him. Needed to. But my mind raced through everything that had happened since that night.
Had I missed something?
He’d never said I was exclusive to him.
Warmth pressed against my back. His body closed the distance, his presence unavoidable. His cock settled between my buttocks as his hand brushed my damp hair away from my neck.
“Get me hard,” he murmured, his breath close to my ear.
“On your knees.”
Chapter 13
Nick
Alec linked his phone to the television, the feed filling the screen. I lit a cigarette, stretched out, and rested my feet on the couch, settling in to watch her correction. Just seeing her strip had given me a semi—but when Rowan told her to get on her knees, I grew harder.
Alec turned the volume up and reclined on the opposite couch.
When my eyes returned to the screen, she was already turned away from the bed, kneeling. The camera caught her side profile perfectly. Her arse jutted back beneath her heels, and her breasts were the kind that gave a cock somewhere to belong.
Rowan tapped her knees. She parted her thighs, then settled again.
“Open,” Rowan ordered, fisting his cock.
Her mouth parted.
We knew what was coming. He slapped his cock against her cheek. She blinked—but she didn’t cry, scream, or protest.
Maybe she could handle both of them.
“Wider.”
Obviously.
I took another drag of my cigarette.
She tilted her head back and opened wide.
“Good girl,” Alec murmured to himself.“Nice and wide for him.”
Rowan pumped his hand along the length of his cock, then squeezed the tip, rubbing it against her lips.
“Swallow,” he said, before pushing into her open mouth.
