The moment is gone.
Whatever we were about to tip into, it’s just dissolved. The room is different with Finn out cold, snoring into his pillow.
I swallow hard and push myself up from the bed. My nipples are sore as fuck, and I have to make a herculean effort to not flinch when my top drags on them. I tuck myself back into my jeans, and look at him.
“Gonna bounce,” I mutter, jerking my chin toward the door.
Miles nods, not looking at me. “Yeah. Cool.”
I linger for a second, awkward as hell, then gesture vaguely at his crotch.
“You, uh... if you need to handle that later, the doll’s on standby tonight.”
His head snaps up at that. “Kit—”
“Night, man,” I say, cutting him off before he can say some dumb shit that’ll make this weirder. I yank the door open and step into the hallway, feeling my heart pounding against my ribs.
I lean against the wall, pressing the heel of my hand against my dick through my jeans, biting back a groan. Fuck, I’m wrecked. Miles’ saliva is still drying on my chest, my nipples are throbbing, and my cock refuses to go fully soft, because—yeah, because my nipples are throbbing. Fucking great.
I should go to my room, jerk out the rest of this load, and maybe forget this conversation about hypothetical scenarios ever happened.
When I push my door open, the first thing I see is the orange point of a cigarette in the dark. Reid’s on his bed, back against the wall, one knee drawn up, elbow on it, smoke in hand. He exhales smoke toward the ceiling, lazy as fuck, not even looking at me until I drop my damp tank on the floor.
“Thought you left with some guy,” he says, voice rough like he’s been chain-smoking all night. “Dude looked ready to bend you over that counter.”
I kick my jeans into the pile with my shirt. “Had to drag Miles home. He was too high to walk.”
Reid’s gaze drags down my body, stopping at the bruise blooming on my collarbone. “Miles do that?”
“Yeah.”
Reid hums, low in his throat.
“Good.” He stubs the cig out on his headboard, the last ember dying with a hiss. “That’s good.”
I don’t ask why.
I lie down, grab my phone, and hit the Standby mode on the app. The screen lights up my face for a second before I toss it onto the nightstand. A few seconds later I hear the notification sound from Reid’s phone.
“Are you on standby tonight?”
“Yeah.”
Reid slides his lean frame off his mattress, crossing the narrow gap between our beds. His knees hit my mattress, andthen his hands are on me, possessive as always. He curls around me like he’s trying to mold my body into his, his chest pressed against my back, his thighs bracketing mine. His breath is hot and smoky against my neck.
“You’re all marked up,” he mutters, brushing his thumb over the bite mark Miles left behind.
I stay still. Standby means full doll-mode, so I don’t answer. But my dick twitches, because fuck yeah, Iammarked and wrecked and probably reeking of dick.
I keep waiting for Reid to say some dirty praise, to tell me what a good toy I am. But he doesn’t.
“Should’ve been me,” is what he says instead, so quiet I almost miss it. And then he nips softly at my nape, raising goosebumps on my skin.
His cock is hard against my ass, but he doesn’t push in like he always does. He grinds against my cheeks once, twice, his breath hitching before he stills. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, his nose buried in the back of my neck.
“Sleep,” he commands.
I close my eyes.
