Page 70 of Double Play

I scrape my nails down his chest and his eyes reach a shade of dark blue I haven’t seen yet. The look of bliss on his face right now is everything. I want to commit it to memory.

My orgasm is building. I know it’s going to be an explosive one, literally. A few weeks ago, I would have cared. Right now, I don’t.

We’re going at it hard. The bed is smacking against the wall. I almost feel bad for Cheetah, but not bad enough to stop. And he doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

Layton is holding himself up on his big, muscular arms as we stare into each other’s eyes knowing that we’re both about to come. We’re already familiar with each other’s bodies. The connection we share is so powerful.

It builds and builds until I have no choice but to let go. My hips rise of their own volition as we both yell out. Our orgasms rush through our bodies at a magnitude I didn’t know existed. Eleven days of longing, pouring out of us.

When it’s over, he collapses on top of me. We’re both breathless and sweaty.

Cheetah starts slow clapping. “That was honestly the best sex I’ve ever seen. Better than any porn. I came like ten minutes ago. You guys actually came together. I thought coming at the same time was fake romance-book shit.”

Layton and I both laugh. He lifts his head and rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “I’m definitely feeling some romance-book shit.”

Layton rolls his body off mine. I would have preferred he stayed on top of me. I’ve missed the feeling of my man’s body on mine, between my legs.

After making sure I’m covered, I look at Cheetah. “Are you a closet romance reader?”

He smiles at me. “I’m not closeted. I’m proud of it. Gemma and I are in a book club together. Romance novels are practically a female instruction manual. The real question is, why don’t more men read it? It’s likeRomance for Dummies. The shit Jade Dollston’s characters do is hella hot. She’s helped me add to my repertoire.”

I turn my head back to Layton. “Do you read them too?”

He scrunches his face. “Not really, but sometimes Cheetah reads us scenes. He read me one the other night about a couple having sex on a horse. It was insane. And another with a couple on a motorcycle. I had to go on TikTok and watch videos to see if that was even feasible.”

I run my fingers over his scruff. “I guess we’ll have to get more creative.”

He smiles. “More creative than a hotel room in front of Cheetah?”

I giggle. “I’ll put some thought into it.” I sigh, realizing the hour. “I should probably get going.”

I start to sit up, but Layton grabs me and pulls me into his body. “I haven’t seen you in eleven days and eight hours. Let me hold you for a little bit.”

Cheetah groans in malcontent. “Dude, you sound like a girl.”

Layton narrows his eyes at him. “If you had Arizona naked in your bed, would you be in a rush for her to leave?”

“Hmm. Fair point.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Carry on.”

I laugh as I nestle myself into Layton’s warmth. I plan to stay for ten more minutes before I get into trouble for being out of my room, but I must drift off to sleep in the comfort of my man’s arms because I wake in the daylight to a loud noise with my head buried in Layton’s chest.

I inhale his yummy aftershave which never fails to stimulate my body. I’m like Pavlov’s dog, drooling over him.

His hardness rubs through my wetness. I’m almost considering letting him slip it in without a condom when there’s another bang. I lift my head and notice that it’s coming from the door.

I hear Quincy’s voice. “Dickless, wake up!”

Mine and Layton’s eyes both pop wide open. I whisper, “Shit.”

I turn and look at Cheetah who has a huge grin on his face. He rubs his hands together. “Q is going to kick your ass, Lancaster.”

Layton quickly reaches for my clothes and hands them to me. I manage to get them on under the cover of the blanket. I then get out of Layton’s bed and go sit on Cheetah’s.

Layton slides on his boxers and answers the door. “Hey, Q. What’s up?”

He pushes past Layton, saying, “I came to apolog…” He then sees me. “What the fuck is my sister doing in your room?”

I sigh. “Ugh, Quincy. Relax with the barbarian routine. It’s getting old. You’re not my father and I’m not a child. I had a book club meeting with Cheetah this morning. We like to read the same kinds of novels. Right, Cheetah?”

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