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We’re never this stupid, but all thoughts about condoms and birth control have gone out the window.

Her phone buzzes nearby, the one thing Alastair stole out of her locker to ensure we wouldn’t be interrupted. Draven leans over to glance at the screen before making a face.

“Her ride is here,” he grunts out.

“Then you better fucking get there with me,” I demand with a groan.

I can feel the tingles racing up my spine, reminding me of electricity. This is why it usually takes so long for me to come. I need a lot of stimuli to get there. Yet, it’s easier with Nope, and I don’t want to look at why that might be.

Alastair does this thing with his tongue that’s fucking incredible. I can tell exactly when he does it, because Draven’s mouth goes slack and his head drops back. Yep, that’s my cue.

I let myself come, enjoying the way Noor’s body trembles as she follows me. I’ve lost track of how many times she’s come, but she’ll never fucking forget us. She’s officially under our skin, which means things will only get worse for her.

It’ll never be enough.

Alastair’s lips are puffy as Draven pulls out of his mouth, and he has cum staining them.

“Is she okay?” he asks, breathing hard.

Glancing down at Noor, I find that her eyes are closed.

“Fuck,” I mutter pulling the rest of the way out of her mouth. Cum slips out with it, and I move my fingers to find her pulse. “She passed out. Holy shit. What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “If she has a pulse she’s fine.”

“I’ve never had a girl pass out on me before,” Draven mutters, moving to put her knife back.

“Don’t do that,” I say, an idea forming. “Strip her of her weapons and let’s leave her in the shower with the water running. That’ll wake her up.”

I refuse to feel bad about this.

Alastair lifts her into his arms, her body flopping on his chest as he carries her with his dick still inside of her.

“Forget a little something?” I ask, smirking.

“She’s so warm,” he complains. “Being inside of her feels completely different when she’s asleep.”

“Maybe one day you can fuck her while she’s asleep,” I suggest, laughing as his eyes light up.

Draven and I follow him as he lifts her off his cock and lays her on the cold tile floor. Draven turns on the water from several of the shower heads to cold, and we watch her until she gasps awake, sputtering and swearing.

Nope never sees us as she sits up slowly, wiping the water from her eyes. We’re already back in the main locker room getting changed and leaving, since she’s no longer our problem.

There’s a lone truck in the parking lot as we get into Alastair’s SUV. We usually take one car to games, since we’ll usually spend the night at his house on the weekends. It’s safer for me, and honestly more fun. A guy with dirty blonde hair gets out in a suit, his gaze trained on us as he stalks in our direction.

“Hey!” he roars.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“I bet that’s one of Twinkles’ foster parents,” Draven hisses. “Why are they so fucking intense? It’s not like she’s their daughter.”

“No idea,” Alastair grunts, slamming the vehicle into reverse and peeling out of the parking lot. “There’s no one else in the area but her and the doors are all locked. He won’t be able to get in.”

“Think she’ll keep her mouth shut?” Draven asks, checking the video he took.

“She knows you were filming,” I say. “Text her and tell her not to say anything.”

“I can’t. She blocked me,” Draven explains, snorting.