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"I love that you're going to be walking around full of my cum. You're going to be so wet and ready for me when I get you home. I want to breed this ass every day for the rest of our fucking lives."

I'm pretty embarrassed about the mess we leave behind us before sneaking out of that little theater. But I'm even more embarrassed when we're all but running down the stairs toward the exit, hand in hand with more than a little jizz dotting our clothes, when we crash into a group of all of my friends, my brother, his girlfriend, Krysta, and Tripp fucking Landon.

CHAPTER 26

GABE

My eyes are locked on Ellis' ass the whole time we rush down the stairs and toward the front door. All I can think about is all my cum sloshing around inside him, held inside by the silicone barrier. When I get him home, I want to replace that plug with my mouth and suck every drop out of him before I fill him up all over again.

Fuck. I'm going to fuck Ellis.

I'm going to do it right this time. I'm going to make it so good, so perfect?—

I crash into Ellis' back as his hand rips from mine. What the?

Tearing my overeager eyes from Elli's ass, I look up to find seven sets of eyes staring at us with wide, confused gazes.

Oh. Shit.

"Uh. Hey guys."

"Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere."

My brain feels empty, more drained than my balls. The best lie is the closest to the truth, so…

"Well, I found him. Had to pull some dude off him."

Eyes move from me to Ellis, who is red from his ears to his exposed navel. "Uh… he was hot?"

Elliot laughs, Ashleigh pats Ellis' arm, Krysta looks confused, and Tripp is burning holes in the side of my head.

"Was it that guy in the suit? He was giving major daddy vibes," Antoni pushes his way to the front of the crowd, moving Ellis away from me. Bless him. How did I ever consider him to be anything less than a saint? He's easily my favorite of Ellis' friends. An absolute treasure, that one. "And you, my little doll, look like you've been thoroughly spanked," he says with an exaggerated eye waggle that earns him a deep red blush from Ellis.

"Okay, whatever, you're a whore. Let's daaaance bitches!" Ivy throws her hands in the air and wiggles her hips before grabbing the tall guy's and Antoni's arms. Antoni pulls Ellis along with them. Okay. Now I hate him again.

"I see Ivy's had a few," Elliot laughs, shouting over the loud bass as we move toward the dance floor, following Ashleigh and Krysta.

"What?"

Elliot shakes his head, then leans in. "I'm surprised to see you here. The way you left had us worried."

I pretend not to hear him again, because I don't have a good response. I need time to come up with a cover story other than I found out your brother was here looking like sex incarnate and couldn't wait until after everyone went to bed to get my hands on him.

Yeah, that probably wouldn't be received well.

We find an empty table near the dance floor to lean on while we watch the girls dance. Well, Elliot watches the girls dance. My eyes are on Ellis.

"He looks like he's having fun," a voice says into my ear. I flinch and look over my shoulder, finding Tripp standing uncomfortably close. I'd forgotten he was here.

He pushes off the table and heads into the crowd, inserting himself into the circle that Ellis and his friends have made. They don't seem to mind, although I notice Ellis cut his eyes over to me a few times. Ashleigh pulls Elliot onto the dance floor when a familiar hip-hop beat replaces the techno club sound they've been playing since we got here, though it's an EDM version of the popular song. I don't hate it, especially when Ellis locks eyes with me while he dances, running his hands over his body. For a moment it's just us in the club, him dancing for me alone, and I have to adjust myself in my pants. Ellis licks his bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh between his teeth. I bite my lip, wanting to replace his teeth with my own.

The bubble pops when a hand slides around his waist, and he flinches like he forgot he was surrounded by people, too. He snakes out of Tripp's arm, turning around and smacking him playfully on the arm like he'd surprised him. Tripp reaches for him again, bending low to say something in his ear. Ellis smiles, but I can tell from here he isn't interested. Tripp either can't tell or doesn't care and starts trying to dance with Ellis again. Ellis is doing a good job of creating distance every time he closes in, letting Tripp in on the circle his friends have made, but Tripp isn't getting the point and keeps gravitating toward Ellis. I see Ellis push to his tiptoes to tell Tripp something, but Tripp gets the wrong idea. Their mouths crash together, and I'm halfway across the floor before I've made the conscious decision to move.

Ellis pushes Tripp away before I get there. Tripp stumbles right into me, and I turn him around, ready to punch his fucking lights out.

"He's not fucking interested," I say, cocking my fist back.

Ellis' friends intercept, sweeping Tripp away in a flurry of exaggerated dance moves. He and I lock eyes in a stern face-off as he's shuffled away, and Ellis' hand lands on the side of my face, forcing me to look at him. It's too loud to say anything, but he smiles and nods. I can read what he's trying to tell me, that he's okay. He casts one more glance over my shoulder, and then grabs my hand, pulling me deeper into the throng of people.

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