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I hear Sawyer’s groan from across the rooftop, and he starts to double back, now more than ready to play along, but I shake my head. “No way, grinch,” I say, putting my finger in my mouth and sucking off what’s left of the icing. “Turn your ass right back around. You don’t get any of this cherry pie. But just know, while you’re down in your room, madly jerking off, I’ll be on my knees taking Dalton’s strawberry-covered cock deep in my throat and letting him come all over my face. And to think I could have taken you both at the same time. What a shame.”
Sawyer groans, and I make a show of waving goodbye, watching as Easton drags him back into the elevator. As I glance back at Dalton with a wide grin, I find him holding a fist up toward me. My brows furrow, and I stare at it with an odd curiosity, but figure it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve done. And with that, I lean in and sing into his hand microphone.
“The fuck are you doing?” Dalton questions, pulling his microphone back and staring at me as though I’m fucked in the head. Someone needs to remind this guy that he’s the one standing naked on a rooftop with two donuts hanging from his Cuntblaster3000.
“What do you mean what am I doing?” I demand. “That’s not . . . it’s not a microphone, is it?”
“No, you fucking weirdo. It’s a fist bump.”
My face falls as my cheeks start to flush with embarrassment. “Oh yeah . . . see, that makes more sense,” I say, tossing the donut back into the box before letting a grin fly free across my face. “Sooooo, are you going to keep looking at me like I just fell out of the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down, or are we actually going to see how many donuts we can fit on your dick? Because I gotta admit, I’m actually curious now, and it’d be a shame to get this far and not actually see it through.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “But just so you know, I have every intention of licking strawberry icing off your tits after this, so let’s make it fast. Otherwise, these donuts are gonna become glazed, and I’d rather shoot my load all over your face than waste it on something like that.”
“Well then,” I say, my eyes becoming hooded as my thighs clench to relieve the ache between them. I scoop up another donut, making sure to get my hands all sticky before slowly sliding the donut up his thick shaft. “Let’s not waste another second.”
Chapter 14
CROSS
Wrapped in nothing but a towel, Oakley walks through the penthouse quietly. I can only assume she needed the shower after being fucked on the roof and covered in strawberry icing. Judging by the noise that came from the bathroom earlier, it’s fucking clear Dalton wasn’t through with her.
My dick’s been rock hard since the moment she dragged that icing across her chest, but I had to walk away. It almost kills me to admit I’m envious of the relationship Sawyer and Dalton get to have with her. They’re so chill. They get to have fun and make her laugh, but that’s not me. I lead a much darker life than they do, and finding peace in humor and playfulness isn’t something I’m capable of.
I sit on the couch, watching her reflection through the floor-to-ceiling window, mulling over my reaction to her calling me Cross when her towel parts as she walks, revealing her thigh and hip. She walks slowly as if trying to get the drop on me, but no one gets the drop on me, especially not a little spitfire like Oakley.
“Hey,” she rushes out, quickly leaning over the backrest of the couch, startling Venom, and narrowly avoiding getting bitten at the base of her throat. “Woah.”
“What’s up, Pretty?” I ask as she studies me, unaware of the way I watch her every little move through the window, her eyes shifting to the bullet wound through my shoulder as her lips press into a worrying line. I can’t stand her worrying about me, but on the other hand, I fucking love that she does.
“I, umm . . . two things,” she says. “I know you’re all Team Zade, but tell me you know what he’s done with my clothes? The ones I stole from him yesterday are suspiciously missing, and the ones I was wearing before . . . Well, they’re gonna need a wash.”
I barely hold back a scoff, knowing damn well Zade would have gone out of his way just to make sure she had nothing to wear. After all, he’s just as petty as she is. He just likes to think he’s above it. With a slight lift of my chin, I indicate toward my bedroom. “Grab something of mine. I’m sure there’s a pair of sweatpants you could make work. Otherwise, Benny would probably bring something up for you.”
