Page 69 of Pucking the Enemy

His knot started to expand, and my mind went blank as electricity shot through my limbs, and I trembled with the intensity of my orgasm. There was nothing other than the stretch of Roman’s knot. That was all that mattered, all I needed.

Roman’s rough moans were like music to my ears and only helped to prolong my release as his knot throbbed violently. It was overwhelming, and the sensory overload had my mind reeling.

Thoroughly locked together, Roman gently rocked into me as we came down from our collective high.

Panting heavily, we both slowly came to our senses. The washing machine was digging into my ass, and I was probably going to have a bruise, but I didn’t have it in me to care.

“I think that was under two minutes,” Roman finally declared, his head slumping forward, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

A laugh bubbled out of my chest—he was right, that hadn’t taken long at all.

“Oh fuck, don’t laugh, Duchess. It makes your pussy clamp down on my knot even harder.”

“Well how?—”

I was cut off by the sound of a door opening.

The guys were home.

As we looked at one another, I bit my lip. Roman’s hair was wild, and his face held a pleased look as he gazed down at me.

“It looks like I finished just in time!”

We both broke off into laughter.

“Ro! Sweetness! Where the hell are you guys?” Cormac’s shout was accompanied by the sound of several doors opening and closing. He was looking for us.

Roman looked between the door and me, opening his mouth to shout, but my hand flew up, covering his mouth before he could say anything.

Without the ability to talk, he simply raised his eyebrows at me.

The look said everything. There was no hiding what we just did, not that I wanted to hide it. But it was somewhat embarrassing to have been so needy that I ended up locked on a knot while sitting on a freaking washing machine.

The door opened, and I held my breath as Cormac’s face came into sight.

“There you are! Well, it looks like you’ve been having fun,” he said, totally unfazed by the sight in front of him. “We bought dinner, come grab some.”

I removed my hand from Roman’s mouth. “We will as soon as my knot goes down,” he said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Cormac’s smile widened. “Are you a bit stuck, sweetness?”

“Shush!” I grumbled, burying my head in Roman’s chest as both laughed.

Still, the hot orgasm was totally worth the embarrassment.

Are the rumors true? Does Sebastian have crabs?

I stared at the text message in utter confusion. While I hadn’t intended to leave my nest, this warranted some movement. Sebastian was at his all-day practice, and I hadn’t seen him since the previous night.

Rolling out of the nest, I threw on the first pair of pajama pants I could find and stumbled down to the kitchen.

Phillip was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled amazing, while Roman was sitting at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in hand, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Hey,” he greeted me warmly. “I popped my head in to check on you an hour ago. You were fast asleep, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I was tired.” I blushed. We both knew he had tired me out, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “You know, things would be a lot easier if someone let me drink the odd energy drink.”

“Not happening,” Phillip answered simply. “Set your butt down and eat. We have a game tonight. Do you want to come with us, or do you want to rest?”

Grumbling, I took my seat at the table. “It would be nice to come with, if I feel up to it.”

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