I sit up, feeling the ache in my own balls. We used her hard.
“Water,” I say.
Knox nods, pushing himself up. He staggers to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the fridge. He twists the cap and brings it back.
I help her sit up. She’s shaky, her muscles trembling. I hold the bottle to her lips, tipping it so she can drink.
She gulps it down, water spilling over her chin and running down between her breasts. I watch the droplets track over her skin, catching on her dark nipples.
“Good girl,” I murmur, wiping her chin with my thumb.
She looks at me, her eyes heavy and sated. A small, tired smile touches her lips.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi, Sunshine,” I say.
Knox drops down on the floor next to the sofa, resting his head on her knee. Eli is already asleep, his soft snores filling the room.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her mouth. She tastes like water and salt.
“We got you,” I tell her. “We aren’t letting go.”
She closes her eyes, leaning her forehead against mine.
“Okay,” she breathes. “Okay.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Amber
Consciousness returns slowly,dragging me up from the dark depths of sleep like a anchor through deep water.
The first thing I register is warmth. Not the fuzzy, electric-blanket warmth of a bed, but a solid, encompassing heat radiating against my back and front.
I’m tangled.
An arm is heavy across my waist, a leg thrown over my thighs, trapping me. I blink my eyes open.
The room is pitch black, save for a faint red glow from a digital clock on the nightstand. It reads 3:14 a.m.
Memories crash over me in a disjointed, erotic montage. The kitchen counter. The leather sofa. The floor.
Knox holding me down while I shattered. Eli rolling me onto my side to lock us together. Fallon between my legs, his mouth driving me to a scream that I don’t even remember making.
They had me. Over and over again. I lost count of how many times I came, how many times I felt them spill inside me.
My body aches. A deep, bone-deep throb in my hips and a tender soreness between my legs that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
I shift, testing my limbs, and the arm around my waist tightens.
“Stop moving,” a voice mumbles against my neck. It’s gravelly, rough with sleep. Fallon.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whisper, raspy.
“You smell good,” he says, burying his face in my hair. He inhales deeply. “Like us.”
I try to sit up, but his hold is too restrictive. “Fallon, I have to go. I need to check my phone. Norah will be worried.”
