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Wests' body collapses on mine, his sticky forehead, slick with sweat, presses against mine as we stare into each other's eyes.

I feel mine narrow as I gouge his emotions right now, not fully knowing how I myself was feeling. Blissed out, certainly. Confused, angry, and satisfied? Check, check, check. Regretful? No. Not one bit.

And I hated that.

Expressionless, West pulls himself off me, his cock still at half-mast as it slips free, leaving me hollow and empty. He walks across the length of the room and exits through one of the doors I had noticed earlier. The flick of the switch confirms it is a bathroom; pristine white. I tilt my head, admiring the way West's thighs and ass flex with each movement. The defined muscles of his back rippling. He comes back to the door after I hear the tap running for a moment. From there, he ditches something at me. It lands smack against my stomach; a wet flannel.

"Clean yourself up," he grumbles before slamming the door closed between us.

I blink for a few moments at his utter callousness before snatching up the small towel and rubbing myself roughly to clean his fresh jizz from between my legs.

"Motherfuckingasshole."

Chapter Eighteen

West

I lean my forearm against the cool ceramic tiles as warm water rained down my body, my shoulders slumped, and my head lowered.

Fuck her out of your system. That's what the guys had said. That's what the plan had been. But now that the deed was done, I still want her.Craveher. Like a damn drug I have never done but suddenly can't live without.

I slam my fist against the wall in frustration, the glass walls rattling but thankfully not shattering. Not that it would have been the first time. Nor, if my temper had anything to do with it, would it be the last.

I tip my head back, opening my mouth for the water to cleanse the taste of Roe's sweet, sweet pussy from my tongue. I gargle and spit, frustrated, yet also kind of satisfied, when her flavor remains.

My mind wanders back to the bedroom. How her body fit so perfectly against mine, how the sounds she had made had almost snapped my restraint too soon. The way she sucked my cock down her throat like it was her favoriteicy-pole, as if her tonsils had an itch that only my cock could scratch.

My cock twitches and hardens. I flick the hot water off and brave the cold as my balls shrink with my cock. Goosebumps break out over my skin, but I force myself to stay for a few more seconds if only to get my head out of the gutter.

Clean yourself up. I can't help but snort at the utter ridiculousness that had come out of my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, as high as I was on the taste and feel of her. But I was a fucking Duke, and she needed reminding of that. I never took care of a girl after we had banged. That was her job. Hell, she should have been up long before my jelly legs had stabilized enough to carry my weight and gotten the shower ready for me. I was a motherfucking Duke, and Dukes didn’tdocuddling and sleepovers. Damn time she figured that out.

Cursing, I realize that that is most likely exactly where her mind had gone. I had been in the shower for at least 15 minutes now, trying to clear my mind. No doubt Roe had used that time to make her escape. Turning the tap off, I push the glass door open and head to the door to my bedroom, cool water dripping from my body as I forgo a towel.

I push the door open unceremoniously, tense and ready to go find my girl, but I freeze as the door hits the wall with a thwack, making the slim, sleeping figure on my bed twitch. Roe mumbles something under her breath before reaching her arms around my giant, idiotic dog and snuggling close to him. My fucking dog is a little spoon to a tiny excuse of a woman. And I am not even mad about it. In fact, my gut turns warm, and I wonder for a moment, at the unfamiliar feeling, if I am about to have a bout of diarrhea.

Chaos may be an inside dog, but he knows better than to try to sleep on my bed. Besides the fact that he is a dog and I am not a cuddler, he has got his own damn bed, custom sized and all. But watching him snoring by Roe, his monster paws twitching as he runs in his sleep, I can't help but wonder why I had never tried this before. It looks… cozy. Nice.

Shaking off the weird as fuck thoughts, I return to the bathroom to towel off and brush my teeth. I slip back into the bedroom a moment later and contemplate the King-sized bed. Roe and Chaos are doing a fantastic job of taking up the entire damn thing. Huffing, I lift the blanket and slide in behind Roe, our naked bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. I place my arm across Roe's waist,my hand resting on the steadily rising and falling stomach of Chaos.

Seemingly minutes later, I wake to a warm body pressed against me.

"Mmm," I groan, pulling the body closer.

Suddenly, I am assaulted across the face by something large, slimy, and smelly.

"What the fuck!" I push myself up, my head racing to catch up to what I am looking at. Chaos looks up at me from where he is lounging in the middle of the bed, tongue lolling as if he is oh-so proud of himself.

"The fuck? Down!" I shout. Chaos' tail stops wagging abruptly, and he stares at me with his puppy dog eyes before slowly heaving himself up as if the effort is too much for his big bones. "Drama queen," I say halfheartedly.

Running my fingers down my face, I get the feeling that I am forgetting something. With a jolt, I look back at my now empty bed.

"Fuck!"

I toss on a pair of gym shorts before leaving my room and jog to the opposite side of the house. Without knocking, I slam open my sister's door, heart thudding dangerously in my chest.

East jolts into a sitting position, seemingly waking up.

"What the hell, Western?" she shrieks, bringing her quilt up to cover her chest. She is wearing a singlet, but I know girls hate sleeping in bras. My sister's peaked nipples are definitely not a sight I want to be seeing right now, or ever, for that matter.

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