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“If you’re up for suggestions, I have one.”

Of course he did.

I didn’t ask his opinion. I started at his neck, worked my way down to his pecs, then his navel, then down to the Promised Land. I took my time savoring the taste of his skin, the way his muscles tensed under my lips, the sound of his groans when I raked my teeth over his abs.

But it wasn’t until I had him writhing and panting did I finally take his long, thick length into my mouth and gave my man his sweet blowjob.

And by the time I had him where I wanted him, it was his hands fisting my hair.

“Christ, your mouth,” he groaned.

I smiled around his dick and finished my man off.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

By the time Derrika and I made it to the big house and down into the basement, Kira, Nebraska, Easton, Theo, and Smith were already sitting around the table. Cash and Lore were absent, as was Zane. Though it was Cash being late that had me looking at Theo for answers.

“He went for a run,” he told me.

“So did Stella,” Nebraska mumbled.

Derrika glanced at me, then we both looked to Kira.

“What? Why are you looking at me?”

“I think they want to know if they’re running-running or if they’re running while horizontal,” Smith helpfully explained.

“How should I know? I don’t spy on people.”

Derrika cleared her throat, her way of calling Kira out on her lie.

“Fine. I spy, but I’m too busy to look. If you’re interested y’all have the same app I have to check the cameras.”

“I don’t want to know,” Easton said.

“Neither do I,” Theo put in.

“I saw too much yesterday, I’m not looking,” Smith added.

Nebraska just shook her head, and pushed a box of cinnamon rolls toward the middle of the table. “Here, have one.”

“Cinnamon, my favorite,” Derrika said as she reached for the box.

I watched her shove a good portion of the pastry into her mouth. Her eyes closed and she groaned while she chewed.

Christ.

Less than thirty minutes ago I’d heard her make a similar sound as I sank my dick inside of her. There was a nuance of difference but close enough I needed to sit before my teammates caught sight of cock twitching.

Derrika made me feel like a horny twentysomething with nothing but pussy on the brain. Not that I was complaining, but my teammates would if they spotted my hard-on.

“Want one?” Derrika asked, pointing at the box.

“No but thanks.”

“You don’t like cinnamon?” she asked, as if it were a mortal sin not to like the spice.

“Cinnamon’s fine⁠—”