Oakley’s jaw drops as I replace the stiletto and hold my finger up to my mouth. He presses his lips together, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
“What do we do?” I whisper, desperate.
“It’ll be okay,” Oakley murmurs. He goes in for a kiss, muffling my shout as he pulls out the dildo.
I’m so stretched and perfect, and it’s unfair that I can’t revel in it with him. I climb out of the bed and turn to look at him.
Oak’s hair is a mess, his face flushed with sex, his muscly arms and broad, furred chest, his soft belly…surrounded by sex toys and lube…
He is the very picture of strength and indulgence.
Bacchus with a gym membership.
I could get lost in him.
“Sy? You here?”
Shit. I whimper. Oakley, clocking my distraction, smiles broadly.
“Shut up,” I mutter, grabbing my robe from the back of the door. Slipping into the living room, I’m careful to shut the door before Rami can see inside my bedroom. Rami’s turned on the salt lamps, and they feel too bright.
Also, my robe is a very thin silk. Between my sore cock, stretched hole, and post sex shakiness, there’s not enough fabric between Rahm and me.
My face heats, and I stand there awkwardly as Rami and Cupcake look at me, each with a matching head tilt.
Within seconds, Rami’s eyes widen and his brows hit his hairline. “Oh shit. Sy… Do you havecompany?”
“Uh…”
A loud bang from the bedroom sets Cupcake on edge. Her ears perk up, and she races to the door, growling at it.
“Cupcake, free.”
Another bang is followed by a curse. She starts barking her head off, scratching at the door like she intends to get to the other side of it.
“Cupcake.Free.”
She gives me a bitten-off howl before she finally sits. I send Mav a tight smile, trying to hide the fact that I feel exposed and kinda terrified.
“That sounded like…” He runs a hand through his hair, shaking out his pretty coils. “Nah.”
He angles his ear toward the door as if he’s replaying what he heard.
“Nah,” he repeats.
Shit.
I hold up a finger and slip back into the bedroom.
Oakley’s facing away from me, hopping on one foot, his furry ass on display.
I bite my lip as he turns around.
“Shut up,” he mutters.
“Are you okay?” I ask, holding back a laugh.
“I will be,” he whispers, gingerly setting down his foot. “Sorry about the noise. I was going to the bathroom and tripped on the dildo, then got up and stubbed my toe.”
