“I love you too, Skye,” Cassian growls. “I’ve loved you since the first time you opened your bratty little mouth and talked back to me.”
“Oh God,” I moan. “Oh God.”
“Come for us, Skye,” he continues. “Come on Talon’s cock the way you came on mine.”
Fuck, the love talk, mixed with how good it feels, leaves me defenseless. All I can do is surrender to it. And the orgasm hits again. This time it tears through me like a tornado.
“Oh fuck—Skye—Jesus—“ Talon’s thrusts turn frantic.
“Talon,” I gasp, shaking.
He buries himself to the hilt with a broken noise, cock pulsing deep inside me, spilling hot, thick cum so forcefully I feel it flood into me. His forehead drops to my shoulder. He groans helplessly.
Cassian exhales like he’s about to snap.
Talon slumps back against the sink, panting.
I’m… wrecked.
And that’s when a sharp knock jolts through the room.
“Hello?” a voice calls. “Someone’s been in there a while. Everything okay?”
We freeze like teenagers caught smoking. And honestly? This is so much worse.
Cassian exhales once. “Get dressed. Fast.”
Talon lowers me carefully to the floor, then grabs my pants before they can brush anything unsanitary. He helps me into them while Cassian tucks himself away, already composed like nothing happened.
I shove my hair behind my ears and straighten my top.
Talon unlocks the door, swings it open, and smiles at the waiting stranger.
“All yours, buddy.”
The man recoils like Talon just handed him a grenade.
We walk out together. I try really hard not to look at him. I mean, he can probablysmellus in there.
Talon hums as we head toward the snacks aisle, smug as a sinning saint.
“Bathroom was cleaner than expected,” he says casually to the clerk. “We left the keys inside.”
She widens her eyes a little, but says nothing.
On our way out, Cassian shoots Talon a deadly look.
“Did you have to do that?” he asks.
“Nope,” Talon muses. “But why not? Not like it’s the end of the world or anything.”
And yeah, he’s right.
It’s not.
At least, not yet.
We check into the motel around midnight.
