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“Lake.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, Songbird. I warned you. I was always upfront about my intentions once I got you into bed.”

“This,” he slapped the surface of the counter, “is not a bed.”

“We could return to one,” Lake offered. “We’ve done it in every single bed available in the Roost. Was there one you preferred?”

“I’m rephrasing my earlier threat,” Nix stated. “If you don’t let me off your cock right now, the next time it’s brought anywhere near my mouth, I’m biting it off.”

“You wouldn’t. You enjoy it too much.”

“I have two others I can ride whenever I feel like it, if you recall.” Nix felt Lake go still behind him, and for a secondhe feared he’d taken things too far. Angering the man currently pinning him to a table wasn’t exactly a smart move.

But then Lake sighed and actually listened, easing himself out of Nix’s body. “All right, Songbird. Have it your way.”

A gush of fluid instantly ran out of him, painting his thighs in sticky spunk that had Nix cringing. Some of it plopped to the floor, splattering on his feet and ankles and his cheeks flushed at the embarrassment. He forgot all about it, however, when he tried to straighten and ended up swaying and almost losing his balance.

Lake caught him up and lifted him into his arms, the smug look he gave him making Nix bristle.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” he grumbled. “Just take me to the bathroom before this gets all over the place.”

“Too late for that.” Lake winked at him but turned for the stairs.

“Wait, let’s just use the bathroom down here.”

“No chance.”

“Seriously, it’s leaking everywhere!” Nix could feel it and he wasn’t a fan.

“I know. I want it to.”

He blew out a breath. “I hate you.”

“That’s not what you were saying an hour ago. Or two hours ago. Or—”

“Shut up, I get it.”

“It’s a good thing I can make you scream. You shouldn’t sound so put out by it.”

“Say that to me when it’s your throat that feels like someone’s rubbed sandpaper down it.”

Lake paused in the middle of the stairs. “Does it hurt that much?”

“Yes,” he said. “Can’t you hear how I sound right now? And that’s not the only thing. My ass is sore. Also, it feels like someone was fishing around my insides. My back—”

“Understood.” Lake started climbing the steps once more. “What will help?”

Nix settled more comfortably in his hold. “A bath and some hot tea.”

“I’ll take care of the first and I’ll text West about the latter.”

As if on cue, West’s cursing reached their ears the moment they turned down the hall.

“He must have spotted what we left for him on the bathroom mirror,” Lake smirked while Nix covered his face with a hand and groaned.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re royally sadistic? Or even just deranged? That one. Definitely that one.” Nix wondered how he’d even come up with something like that, let alone how Lake had actually found the stamina to follow through with it. They literally had done it at least once in every room in the Roost.

The only place they’d avoided had been the area with the couches and the coffee table. Lake had fucked him against the wall instead, facing away from the wooden monstrosity that was now considered Nix’s most hated piece in the entire house.

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