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“I love when you’re desperate,” I admit, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth and hollowing out my cheeks. He curses and his hips buck, trying to force more of him between my lips.

And I let him, allowing myself to work my way down his shaft until he hits the back of my throat as I grip him at the base.

Picking a torturous rhythm, I watch him from beneath my lashes, a man just trying to hang on a little longer even as his body is strung so tight he’s liable to snap. It’s glorious, his fingers tangled in my hair as he tries to lead but he’s not.

We both know that.

Because I want more.

Wetting the tip of my finger with saliva, I slide it over the sensitive skin between his legs until I reach his hole.

His hand tightens in my hair as he groans and swears, a light sheen of sweat coating his skin as I work him over, adding pressure and circling the tight pucker of skin before he explodes.

Garrett comes on a roar, his cock buried in the back of my throat as I choke down his release, sucking and stroking him until he’s collapsed back against the sheets.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can move.”

“That’s a shame considering I was just getting started,” I tease, moving up his body to straddle his chest.

“Just give me a little time to recover,” he says, his palms resting on my thighs as he takes me in.

“You’ll have plenty of time for your cock to recover, and I have the perfect thing to keep your mouth busy while we wait.”

“Is that right?”

“It is and you know from personal experience that I have no problem with recovery time.”

He chuffs out a laugh that turns into a growl as I unhook my bra and let it fall to the bed, leaving my breasts bare and aching for him.

“Then get the fuck up here and let me have a taste.”

27

EMERSON

Despite having an exhausting number of orgasms between us, Garrett was still in a mood a few days later. His smile and puppy dog eyes were sad and despondent, his posture slumped as he moped around the house.

I tried everything I could think of, but my wheelhouse for being someone’s shoulder to cry on is limited to the basic support and sympathy package.

Apparently, I missed the upgrade that’s supposed to come with adulthood, so I did the next best thing and texted Roan and Colt.

EMERSON: I’m tagging you both in

ROAN: What does that mean?

EMERSON: Guys’ night. Tonight. Garrett’s house.

COLT: I don’t have a game so this works perfectly

EMERSON: I know

EMERSON: Almost like I did that intentionally…

COLT: Oh, she’s spicy

ROAN: Don’t poke the bear

EMERSON: You couldn’t think of something a little more majestic?