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The urge to keep this girl tucked up against me for the rest of the night is all-consuming. But she needs her own space to properly decompress after everything that happened at Noire House this evening.
After the garden-fuck-fest, Ven and I got her back to my car, where she promptly curled up in the front seat and went to sleep. Not that I’m surprised.
Tonight was…a lot.
Finally, getting to fuck her and share her with Ven, well, that was an unexpected turn of events. There’s no way that’s going to be the only time it happens either. The feel of her tight, velvety channel gripping my cock while she fell apart is going to be hard to ignore anytime I look at her from now on. I’ve never experienced anything like her. Our new toy is the hottest goddamn cunt I could have ever dreamed of.
And she's all ours.
Fox had better get used to the idea that this wasn’t a one-time-only thing.
Besides, I could see in Ven’s eyes that he would have fucked her, too, if we’d had more time. But as it was, we messed around in the gardens long enough for one night.
He took off on his bike to head back to the compound, leaving me to drive the girl home on my own. Which was absolutely fine by me. A girl covered in my cum and smelling like filthy sex in the front seat of my car? I’m already imagining all the ways I can have her looking exactly like this over and over again.
Used and gorgeous.
Looking like she belongs to me. To us.
Although there’s one dick in the equation who needs to get his head out of his ass.
Reluctantly, I put her in her own bed—rationalizing that even if I can’t force her to sleep in mine, yet, I’ll at least help her change out of her dress, wipe off her makeup, and make sure she wears one of my t-shirts.
She’s half asleep and so damn pliant, I’m permitted to do whatever. Fox doesn’t seem to care. My dick stirs at that little bit of further confirmation as to this girl’s likes.
After all that’s done, I go seeking out the man himself.
I find Thorne sitting out on the large porch by the back of the property. The skies have called a truce and cleared, revealing a carpet of stars littering the inky black vista above us.
He’s got a beer that he’s nursing. I spy another one sitting on the floor beside his foot and swipe it before collapsing into the chair across from him.
Fuck, he looks so somber and angular in the warm amber light coming from inside the house. The glow pours over the wooden decking like honey, offering just enough illumination to sit out here with only the quiet of the forest for company.
“Hawke sent through the details of who has been assigned to which targets.” I twist the lid off my beer, and it lets out a satisfying hiss. We’ll be working through information gathered as it comes back from the girls won at the auction over the coming weeks. For some of them, it might become a longer-term assignment, but we’ll only know more after the next twenty-four hours are up.
Thorne nods and tips the neck of his beer back.
I can’t help watching the way his throat bobs as he swallows.
It sends that same old familiar feeling of longing whirling inside me. One that I’ve learned to smother and shove down and do my best to ignore for a very long time.
After a pause, he drops his head back to rest against the top of the chair. Staring up at nothing in particular with a heaviness coating his shoulders.
He’s ditched the suit and wears a pair of sweats with a long-sleeved t-shirt. Even though the autumn night is crisp, his feet are bare. While Thorne always looks like a fucking perfect specimen of muscle and power, I soak up any opportunity for a glimpse of him like this. When he seems most himself.
“You fucked her.” He states. Keeping his eyes turned to the night sky.
“She needed it.” I shrug. It’s the truth. There was nothing we did tonight that Fox didn’t want us to do with her. Even if her mind isn’t fully on board, yet.
“Ven, too?”
Using my bottle to hide my smirk, I wonder if Thorne realizes how transparent he really is underneath all that bullshit he wears like a shield.
“Do you want me to draw you a fucking diagram or what?” I tease.
Thorne growls.
