And I do.
God, I fucking do.
My body snaps around Cassian’s cock, squeezing him so hard he snarls, slams a hand against the wall to keep from collapsing. He pins his forehead to mine, his breath shuddering against my lips as my orgasm wrings through us both.
His hips jerk—once, twice—helpless, guttural, and then he spills inside me with a low, brutal sound, pumping me full, cock throbbing as he comes so deep I swear I can feel every pulse of it.
Infuriating. Delicious. Perfect.
Then, he slips out slowly, hot slickness trailing down my thigh, and before I can breathe they move me. My back hits Cassian’s chest, his arms locking around me.
I’m eye-level with Talon.
“Goddamn, Little Grim,” he murmurs, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. “You’re a perfect little mess.”
Cassian’s arms lock tighter around me.
“Make it fast,” he says. “We need to go.”
Talon’s grin is pure filth. “Yes, sir.”
I don’t get to laugh because his fingers are already sliding between my thighs, right over the mess Cassian left inside me.
“Still warm,” he says, voice darkening as cum sticks to his knuckles. “That’s my girl.”
My pulse breaks apart. My legs tremble violently.
His pants hit the floor in one frantic motion, and then he’s pushing into me. Somehow, he’s even greedier and thicker than Cassian.
“Oh—fuck—“ The sound tears out of me.
Talon sets a pace instantly. No warm-up, no teasing, just sharp, hungry thrusts. The wet slap of our bodies echoes off the tile; every stroke pushes a fresh mix of slick down my asscheeks.
“Fuck, baby… you feel like you’re begging for it.”
Somewhere outside, a car pulls up—radio blaring, bass rattling—but Talon doesn’t flinch. He barely even hears it. His wholeworld has narrowed to my pussy wrapped tight around his cock, squeezing him every time he thrusts.
Cassian’s lips brush my ear.
“You’re gonna walk out of here with both our cum dripping down your thighs,” he murmurs, almost a threat. “And you’re not allowed to touch yourself or clean up until we reach the motel, Skye.”
The words hit me like a punch to the spine. My knees weaken; my pussy clamps down around Talon so hard he chokes on a breath.
It’s so hot. So damn hot.
“Jesus Christ,” Talon breathes. “You’re the love of my fucking life, you know that? This pussy—fuck.”
Love. Gods, he’s speaking of love.
And it rips something open inside me.
“I love you both,” I breathe before I can stop myself.
And part of me knows how fucking bad that is. Talon knows I love him, but I’ve never told Cassian. He doesn’t deserve to hear it like this, in some filthy gas station bathroom. We should have a proper talk. Like, really talk it out.
Now I can’t even see his face.
But he doesn’t let me think. His hand slides lower, fingers slipping between my folds, circling my clit.
