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She ignored it and kept going. Rocking and grinding. Pushing him as deep as she could manage.

“Ten...nine…eight…” He was counting down way too fast.

So, she moved faster.

“Fuck…seven… Goddamn! Eight.”

“Six!”

“What?” Now he sounded tipsy.

“Six! Six! Six!” she screamed, threw her head back, and everything inside her exploded.

“Thank fuuuuuu—” He didn’t even finish his curse before his hips surged up and he pulled her down, his handsome face twisting as he came.

Damn.

She collapsed against him and his arms circled her waist, holding her close as they both took a moment to catch their breath and jam the brakes on their spinning brains.

How had having sex with Reaper on a damn porch swing rocked her world?

She didn’t know. She didn’t care. It did and that was all that mattered. At least at this juncture. Come the light of day, and once they both dissected their actions, they might have a different outlook.

He blew out a breath. “Guess that was a self-assist.”

She pulled back to search his shadowed face. “Are you complaining?”

He grinned. “Fuck no. The point was for us to get to the finish line without leaving the other in the dust. Look how well we work together.”

She snorted softly. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“But you’re not doing this with other team members.”

“Well, certainly not with my sisters or with the other three…because…” She made a yuck face.

“You’re not technically related to⁠—”

She pressed a finger to his lips to stop that line of thinking. “Doesn’t matter. That would never happen.”

“I didn’t think this would ever happen, either.”

“That makes two of us.”

When headlights swept over them, she cursed.

Of course it wasn’t one of the cabin occupants returning home. It was someone pulling into the stone parking area behind the house.

“Fuck. My sister’s home.” While in one way it was perfect timing because, for the most part, they were finished. In another, they were still caught with their pants down.

“Maybe it’d be smart to keep track of your sister for moments like these.”

Moments like these? Like this was a regular occurrence or something? “First time I ever had sex on the porch swing. Or on the porch. Or in the moonlight.” Or with you.

“I guess it’s too late to escape unnoticed,” he murmured dryly, as he watched Indie park and the headlights of her custom Jeep Gladiator go dark.

“I’d say,”—she stood, tucked her tits away, located her shorts and slipped them back on—“since your truck is parked next to the house and you’re only now tucking your dick away.” Vi stood to block Indie’s view of Reaper as he tugged his jeans back up and fastened them.

“Might have to do this again sometime,” he said under his breath as they heard the driver’s door slam shut on Indie’s vehicle.