Page 39 of Savage Spades

“You feel so good, baby.”

She hooked her legs around his waist while he relentlessly pounded into her. His balls slapped against her ass. His stomach rubbed against her clit, adding to the orgasm that she hadn’t come down from yet. The headboard hit against the wall, but she could barely hear it in her daze--the room filled with the scent of her arousal.

“Fuck!” he groaned before emptying herself inside of her.

They stayed like that for a moment, both catching their breaths. Once they’d both come down from their high, Kit focused his blue eyes on her.

His lips twisted in a smile. “Again?”

She nodded. “Again.”

*****

“Thirsty?”

Cam jumped at the sound of Jen’s voice.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she whispered in the dark kitchen. She turned the faucet off and set her glass down before facing Jen. “What are you doing up?”

Jen opened the fridge. “As if anyone could sleep with you two going at it.”

Her cheeks heated up. Was she that loud?

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s better than the buzz from your vibrator.”

“Shut up. There is no way you could hear that.”

Jen raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything. Jen grabbed a piece of cold pizza out of the fridge and took a bite.

“So, is he any good?” Jen asked, her eyes zeroing in on Kit’s shirt that Cam had thrown on over her pajama shorts.

“Oh my god, I don’t ask you about Hugo.”

“You can, and I’d tell you how big his--”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Cam shoved her fingers in her ears, not wanting to think about Hugo and Jen’s sex life.

Jen laughed and took another bite of pizza. “Fine, but are things getting serious between you two?”

Cam pulled her fingers from her ears and let them hang at her side. “Yeah, I think so.”

They hadn’t talked about it, but after tonight, nothing more needed to be said.

Jen smiled. “I’m glad you got someone to clean out the cobwebs.”

Cam flipped her the bird before walking out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom.

*****

“Are you sure about this?” she asked him, for what felt like the hundredth time. “This is going to be on your skin forever.”

“Nothing lasts forever,” he said beside her in the truck.

“Tattoos do.”

She fiddled with her sketch pad as they got closer to the tattoo shop. Kit didn’t even want to look at the drawing. When she’d told him she had finished the tattoo, he’d simply said, “Alright, let’s go to the shop.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to see it?”

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