Page 49 of Time to Bounce

I helped her do that, my head falling back onto the chair as I looked at the ceiling and tried to hang on.

Even with the damn condom covering my cock, she felt too good.

Too hot.

Too wet.

Too mine.

“Goddamn, baby,” I breathed. “You’re so wet and hot for me. And you stretch so well around me, I feel like you were made just for me.”

“Gable,” her voice quivered. “I think I’m going to…”

Voices sounded from outside.

Laughter.

Then a bunch of bodies.

SWAT team was back.

They always used that hallway.

But I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

I was too focused on how she was making me feel.

I cupped her breasts, wishing they weren’t plastered so successfully to her body with her stupid tight dress.

She came, falling so hard and fast that she dragged me right along with her.

I felt my balls draw up tight, and before I could stop myself, I let out a short bellow.

She slapped her hand over my mouth, and I groaned into her palm.

“Shh,” she gasped. “We have to be quiet.”

I couldn’t see straight, yet she wanted me to be quiet?

That was cute.

Sadly, reality set in when I heard the talking from the other side of the door.

My brothers this time.

“Why is my door closed?” I heard Quaid ask.

“Locked, too,” another one of my brothers confirmed.

Athena hastily got off my lap and readjusted herself.

I scooped up her panties and tucked them into my pocket.

Next to go was the condom, which I pulled off and tied in a knot, then shoved it in my other pocket.

No way was I using Quaid’s trashcan.

He might very well murder me.

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