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“Nothing a salt bath won’t fix,” I joked, biting Ander’s pec sharply with a grin as I sat back. “We need to change the sheets. I squirted.”

“Fuck yeah, you did,” Ander mumbled, rolling his hips a little. “You soaked me.”

“You need a hot tub. I think all of our muscles will hurt after that one.”

“A hot shower will be enough for us, but you can certainly have a soak in the bath,” Ander shrugged, running his hands up my stomach to cup my breast.

I loved how he looked at me. It was as if I was a model or something.

They pulled out of me, and Ander ran me a bath while Zavier helped clean me up a little. I was exhausted, so it was no surprise that I almost fell asleep in the bath.

“Hey,” Zavier murmured, startling me just before my mouth could dip under the water. “Scoot forward.”

I did as he asked, relaxing back into him as he slid in behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

“Where’s Ander?” I asked with a yawn, getting comfortable.

“Ordering pizza and finishing putting some locks on doors. He said to take your time though. So, was your first DP worth it?”

I giggled, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Definitely. I’m not a fan of the warm up though, it hurts.”

“Patience and lube is important,” he chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “If you want to do it again another time, rest your body first. You’ve got to build up to it.”

“I love you.”

“For fucking your ass?” he teased. “I love you too.”

I had no idea how long we soaked in the bath, just talking and joking around, and by the time Ander came to get us, we definitely looked like wrinkly prunes.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LOGAN

Waking up to a wet dream after a shitty evening of dealing with phone calls from the prison was the last thing I expected. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a fucking kid.

I guessed thinking about Raven meant I could pretend last night hadn’t happened. I didn’t want to think about it at all.

I cringed as my boxers stuck to my skin as I managed to slip into the bathroom unnoticed, remembering the dream so vividly as I stepped under the hot spray. Raven had been on her hands and knees on my bed, completely naked with her pussy on full display for me as she choked on Zavier’s cock.

Her skin was soft under my hands as I ran them all over her body, and the cry she’d let out as I pushed inside her had been so fucking real.

No wonder I’d come in my fucking pants.

My dick refused to go down since I kept thinking about Raven, so I made quick work of getting myself off before rinsing the evidence away and turning the water off.

By the time I was dry and dressed, Beckett and the guys were sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast, the sight of Beckett giggling as she straddled Jett’s lap almost surprising me.

Beckett wasn’t super sweet with the guys, not publicly, and it felt illegal that I’d witnessed her so relaxed.

Maddox gave me a knowing look but motioned for me to join them, jerking his chin at the coffee pot. “Saved you some.”

“How many times did you fuck her in your sleep this time?” Beckett asked with amusement, and my face heated.

“How the fuck do you know I was dreaming about her?”

“Easy,” she grinned, looking over Jett’s shoulder at me while I poured a coffee. “You were moaning in your sleep. So it was either a sex dream, or you were eating some hella good food.”

“Maybe I was just eating hella good pussy,” I joked, bringing my cup to the table to sit with them. “You’re in a good mood this morning. Murdered someone already?”

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