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“You’re going to make him come, Bluebird. Your greedy pussy is going to milk him fucking dry,” Ander murmured, cupping her cheek as he kept rocking into her mouth. “Then, you’re going to be a good girl and bend over for me so I can come in you too.”

I was pretty sure she mumbled a please around him, the sound going straight to my damn dick as my climax appeared out of nowhere.

I cursed as I buried deep inside her, my fingers gripping the blanket to stop myself from bruising her instead.

I’d barely finished before Ander was off her and rolling her over to her knees, not giving a fuck about my cum dripping out of her as he slammed into her pussy from behind.

Her scream was raw, and it took her all of two seconds of his piercings rubbing on her G-spot before she was exploding loudly, burying her face in the pillows to try and muffle it.

He fisted her hair and yanked her back roughly, his voice sharp. “When you scream for me, don’t fucking hide it.”

She was cursing, sobbing, and begging all at once, and he didn’t slow down until he came, finally giving her a break as his thrusts turned gentle and shallow. He leaned down to kiss her shoulder, and I silently got to my feet to pull my boxers on and headed to the bathroom to find her a damp cloth.

I almost ran into Logan as I grabbed the cloth and turned to wet it in the sink, finding that he’d followed me.

“You need to get it looked at, bro. It’s getting worse.”

“It’s not worse, I’m just on my feet more now I’m working,” I grunted, giving him a dirty look as he took the cloth from me. “Dude?—”

“I’ve got her. Go ice it,” he ordered, making me grit my teeth.

“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole.”

“Payback’s a bitch,” he chuckled, shooing me. “Seriously, you’ll stress Rae out if she knows you’re not looking after it. And I mean it, get it looked at. We have the money coming in now.”

I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t. We could afford to spend a little on ourselves, and Raven would feel better if I got it looked at.

I sighed, hobbling from the room and towards the kitchen, pulling an ice pack out of the freezer. Once settled on the couch, I put the ice on it and blew out a breath, wondering if I could get back in to see the physiotherapist.

The one I was seeing was insanely expensive, but surely there was a cheaper one somewhere.

“They’re asleep,” Logan yawned as he wandered out in his boxers a few minutes later. “They must have been tired.”

“Lopez okay?”

He dropped down on the other end of the couch with a grimace. “Honestly? I don’t know. He fell asleep not long after you and Ander started playing with Raven, but I haven’t really seen him triggered like this before. I have no idea if he’ll have nightmares or not.”

“As long as he gets some sleep. All three of them are exhausted,” I replied, wincing as I sat up a little more. “I’m getting really worried about Lavaro.”

“What happens if we don’t find Blake or Dante?” Logan asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

If Ander didn’t find them, he was likely to start tearing people limb from limb until he did.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

ANDER

Iwoke to the sound of Reid’s car starting, and I rolled over to glance at my phone, seeing that it was almost eight thirty in the morning. I’d slept for a little over twelve hours.

My body ached, reminding me that I’d been overdoing it, but the damage from Skeeter didn’t help with the sex marathons we’d been having. I was healing, but I wasn’t back to normal yet either.

Both Reid and Logan would’ve been on the way to work, but when I looked back in the bed, Raven and Zavier were still curled up with me.

Putting my phone down, I rolled back over and snuggled into Raven’s back, my lips finding the curve in her neck.

“I can’t go for a round this morning, Lavaro. I need some recovery time,” Raven mumbled sleepily without moving.

“Not trying to fuck you, Bluebird.”

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