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It doesn’t take long. I’m so cum drunk and turned on, nursing on his softening cock as I jerk myself off roughly. A minute later, it’s all over, and as I throb out the last of my cum, I finally let him go.

His smirk is cocky as fuck when I look up at him.

“Like that, did you?”

“Way, way too much.”

Chapter 23

Hunter

“Interesting morning?” Seven asks, nursing his coffee mug.

I try not to let my expression show how interesting I found it. Sex with Rush wasn’t like anything I was prepared for, and all I know is I want to do it again. And again.

I should probably stop and think it through, make sure I’m not jumping in too fast and too hard, but when my brain is still swimming in my orgasm, it’s hard to think about little things like consequences.

“Just woke up,” I lie. “Taking a coffee up for Rush.”

Seven leans his heavy forearms onto the breakfast counter. “You know we could all hear you, right?”

Holy fuck. “What?”

“Downside of this house. Sexing is loud, and the walls don’t hold it in. Don’t stress about it. We’ve all heard each other going at it. Well, except Xander. Though I think you might have broken him with how loud you two were.”

My eyes feel like they’re bulging from my head. “You’re shitting me.”

“I’m definitely not. Just thought you should know before you head in for round two. Don’t be self-conscious about it. We all have noise-canceling headphones if we need it.”

Oh, fucking hell. “None of that is information I needed to know.” I finish making our coffees. “And we’re not going for round two. I don’t know what this morning was, but we have a lot to talk about.”

Seven draws a deep breath, and I know something’s coming. “Look, Molly’s all but married you two off. That’s a lot of pressure, especially for something that’s only new or casual or whatever, but he’s a romantic at heart. It’s disgusting. We’ll probably get married one day, and it’ll be all his fault. But I’m not a romantic, which is why it means a lot when I say I love Rush. I had a feeling something was up with that hermit he was dating before it was confirmed. I had bad feelings, man. Real bad ones. I don’t get that with you. I don’t give a frolic what you guys are up to. Serious or getting your rocks off means sweet all to me, but if you say you two need to talk, then do it. I hurt Molly by not talking to him, and I’ll always regret it. Don’t do that to Rush. My man has been through enough.”

Seven and Molly’s relationship isn’t something I know a lot about, but I do know what he means about hurting someone. I don’t want to hurt Rush. I want to protect him. Those feelings are a bit too much for me to deal with at the moment, but they’re on me, not him.

Telling Rush that I’m falling for him when we’ve only known each other a few weeks isn’t a comfortable-sounding conversation.

I manage a smile. “Ever think he’ll be the one to hurt me?”

“No chance,” Seven says. “That man thought you were the moon the night you both met.”

And after dropping that little nugget, he gets up and leaves.

I climb the stairs and open Rush’s bedroom door to find him sprawled naked on the bed. All that bronzed skin and muscle is spoiling me, and my gaze drops to the tattoo that goes from his shoulder to his bicep that I hadn’t paid much attention to before.

“Still have a way to go before you catch up with Seven,” I point out.

He laughs. “This one alone took me four sittings. I didn’t like it.”

“Too painful?”

“Too boring. He kept snapping at me for moving, and I’d end up all sore from trying to stay still for that long.”

“Sounds horrifying.”

“It really was.” His face lights up when I hold the coffee out to him.

“Exactly what I need. Orgasms and coffee. Sure you don’t want to move in?”

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