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I should probably be concerned about drowning him in the water sluicing over us, but when I muster up the will to look, it seems most of it is going down his well-toned back. He crooks his fingers in that perfect way, causing my pussy to clench around them. "Fuck, yes. Right there." I don't even care who might hear at this point. My hips are moving in sync with his hand, thighs twitching as I ride it to completion.

Rex doesn't give me any time to settle. Holding my leg aloft, he rises in a smooth motion and unerringly sinks his dick into my still-tight, grasping channel. He lets out a low groan when he's fully immersed, echoing my higher-pitched one.

"I've missed you, baby. Never leave me. Promise it," he demands as he takes up a steady thrusting pace. I'd promise just about anything at the moment, lost in the delirium and familiarity of the pleasure that we've always been able to ignite together.

"I'll promise with one condition." He stills, buried to the hilt, making it hard to finish my caveat. "Don't fuck up again." Close enough. If he wants a coherent conversation, he's going to have to wait ‘til after.

"Promise. Well, at least not in any way like that again. I might do something stupid, like leave up the toilet seat so you accidentally baptize your ass in the middle of the night...sorry, I'll shut up. Love you."

He doesn't let me respond, just takes my lips with his, slipping his tongue out to tease mine until they open for him. We make out as he bends his knees for a better angle, bracing a forearm on the wall above my head. The results are nearly instantaneous. I tip over the edge of my orgasm, making small noises into his mouth while my arms cling to any body part of his they can get a grip on.

Rex follows me shortly after, dick hardening even further as it pulses deep inside, setting off small aftershocks.

Definitely going to need condoms and birth control ASAP.

We separate long enough to wash up before Rex gets out and half-heartedly dries off before wrapping me in a second towel. Awkwardly I sneak a tampon in, but when I try to protest against not drying my hair, he ignores me and drags me off to cuddle in bed. Wrapped in his arms, I fall asleep. I've really missed this too if I'm honest with myself.

Braeden

I couldn't take it. I had to leave my room as every private moment between Rex and Lark was echoing in the shower— and filtering right into my bedroom.

Emmett opens the door at my harried knock looking about as happy as I feel.

"I take it they're making up?" he greets me.

"Yep. Loudly. Although I'm not sure they realize how well the acoustics carry in that bathroom." I shake my head at my own jealousy.

Emmett though, he gets a brief grin. "So he did nail her to the wall. Atta boy, Rex!" He gives a fist pump, and I'm reminded of exactly why him and the caveman get along so well. "Lucky bastard. Can't blame him though, especially after I all but shoved him back down the hall." His short-lived exuberance turns wry, and I can commiserate. Glad they're making up but annoyed at the same time.

Changing the subject, I ask, "How long do you think Apollo and Marcus are going to be?"

Emmett replies, steel lacing his voice. "As long as it takes to get and confirm every detail Brent has."

Nodding, I move to take a seat on the desk chair and stare out the window, not really seeing the view with all the random crap running through my head.

Picking up on it, Emmett comments, "You’re worried about Lark and if things are going to go back to how they were before? With her and Rex as a couple and you on the sidelines, I mean?" I nod as if not voicing it out loud will keep it from coming true. "She's in love with you, you know." My head snaps toward him, and I wait for him to explain how he can be so sure. "I may have irritated her into admitting it, but she is. All of us, I'm fairly certain." He leaves off and pulls a deck of cards from his nightstand drawer. "Wanna play?"

I shrug. It's something to pass the time, so we may as well. "Sure, what'd you have in mind?"

A cocky grin flirts with his lips. "Would it be too predictable to suggest strip poker?" I blanch, and he immediately sobers. "I was just messing around, man. It's not a secret I'm sort of into you, but I'm kinda into the wildcat down the hall more if you know what I mean."

Nodding, I'm quick to agree with him. "Same, but you missed the fallout the day you and Rex left. I'm surprised no one has filled you two in on it. Lark and I had an awful blow-up— we both said some pretty shitty things."

"We knew you two went at it, but I didn't ask for particulars. Figured it was between you and her, and then you guys made up. How does this," Emmett gestures to the cards he's shuffling, "tie into that?"

I shift in the chair, dropping my head into my hands at having to explain. "She was convinced we'd been using the morning runs as a cover for you slobbing on my knob. Or the other way around. Either way, she was pissed."

Emmett blinks at me, dumbfounded. "You told her that's not what was going on, right?"

Nodding I elaborate, "Yes, but she didn't believe it at first, and things devolved from there. I think it was everything together just getting to her. And messing with her med dosage on top of everything couldn't have helped. To be honest, all the stress got to me too. I normally wouldn't have let it get so far." Feeling slightly uncomfortable for oversharing, I nod at the cards and get up to move to the bed. "You know how to play Spades?"

Emmett's grin seems a lot a bit evil, and I prepare to get trounced.

Marcus

"I can't tell if that was too easy, or if he's just that big of a coward."

Apollo shakes his head at his petrified cousin and replies, "He's never been able to stomach pain. Just the threat of it from Robert had him jumping to do whatever he requested."

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