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He gets even harder inside me. My inner walls work to accommodate him. He pushes in all the way to the base, pounding my clit against it.

Sparks rocket through my body.

He puts all my weight on one hand and keeps fucking me while he squeezes my breasts through the red lace bra I’m wearing. He pinches my nipple. Hard.

I cry out at the instant throb in my clit. “Do you think the others can hear?”

“You want them to?” He slams into me harder.

“Oh... God... yes.” So good. That move was so fucking good. “Maybe...”

My cries become an answer to the question his body asks of me with each forceful stroke. Do I want to come? Yes. Fucking. Yes.

“Close?” he asks.

He groans and buries his face in my tits as he fucks me to orgasm. I collapse against his chest when I’m spent.

“Hang on, Special K...” He keeps dragging me up and down his cock. Even though I’m almost too sensitive. “I’m going to nut. Almost there... you can take it. I know you can. Fu-u-u-ck.”

Buried all up inside me, he stills. His chest heaves and mine does too. With his cock still inside me, he carries me over to one of the armchairs and sits. He strokes my hair. “Fuck.”

“Fuck what?”

“Always wondered what it would be like to want to be a one-woman man. Think I get it now.”

“Oh.” I shut my eyes, because the feeling in my chest is too big. Because we’re just having fun, and here goes another one of my guys telling me he cares about me more than I’m ready for.

“Don’t worry, Special K.” He kisses the top of my head. “I understand what this is at the end of the day. As long as we’re friends...”

“Always...” I tell his chest.

We stay seated there for a few minutes before he slips out of me. I start to shiver. Kissing the top of my head, Golden lifts me out of his lap. He helps me into my panties and hands me my top. I pull it on while he puts his sweats back on. Disentangling his hoodie from his T-shirt, he holds it out to me. “You’re cold. Put this on.”

He has these faint lines on the insides of his upper arms. We all know they are there. You don’t spend the amount of time we have together and not notice, but I’m aware he prefers to keep them covered up. “But—”

“They all know what we’ve been doing in here, yeah?”

“Yeah.” How could they not? The walls that divide us from them aren’t thick or soundproofed. “That’s not the point.”

He crouches in front of me. “It’s not going to come as a surprise if you walk out there in my hoodie, looking freshly fucked and cute as hell. But if you’re not comfortable... if you’re worried that I’ll think it means something it doesn’t...”

Eyes locked on his, I rub my face against the soft material and then pull it over my head. It smells like him. Sweet, sexy, and fresh. It falls to my knees. What would it look like to be Golden’s girl?

He smiles as he stretches his T-shirt over his torso.

He hesitates at the door. Fixes a few strands of my hair and kisses my cheek. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” I slip my hand into his when he offers it.

He opens the door and we walk hand in hand down bunk alley.

Riot’s eyes lock on Golden’s hand around mine when we enter the front. On Golden’s hoodie that covers me from neck to knees. On my flushed face.

For one long second, I expect him to catch my hand and pull me onto his lap. I anticipate it. Want it. On a level that is both emotional and kink-driven.

His fingertips graze mine as we pass.

Golden drops down next to Bronx. Golden’s the one who pulls me onto his lap. The one who puts his arm around me to keep me close.