Page 118 of Filthy Liar

Not Logan. Not Reid. Not Zavier.Me.

“Ander, Ander, Ander.” She was begging, her pussy so damn tight around me that I wasn’t going to last long.

I fucked her until she came, then fucked her right through it until I bottomed out with a grunt, struggling to catch my damn breath as I practically squashed her against the wall as I sagged against her.

“Feel better?” she panted, sarcasm in her tone.

“A little, yeah.”

“Um, is it safe to come out?” a voice called out, my head whipping around to find the source. There was one shower stall closed.

Oops.

“Two seconds,” I replied, pulling out of Raven and fixing her pants before my own. “All good.”

The door opened, and Drake poked his head out, a pissed off Knox behind him.

“Something must be in the air,” Drake joked as he stepped into the main room, taking us in. “You guys have random strikes of horniness in the afternoons too?”

Knox shoved past him and glared at us on his way out of the bathroom, but Drake tilted his head, apparently wanting to talk about it.

“Mr. Grumpy here just needed to let off some steam,” Raven said dryly, and Drake smirked.

“My Mr. Grumpy did too, I get it. At least we’d already finished, or you would’ve cock blocked us.”

Raven snickered then cringed, glancing towards the toilet. “I just gotta?—”

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” he smirked, eyeing me as Raven darted into a cubical to clean up. “You owe her some flowers or something, dude. Not even a warm up?”

“Out, asshole,” I snapped, and he laughed as he headed out the door after Knox.

“I think he’s right. Flowers might be nice,” Raven said as I washed my hands before leaning back against the wall to wait for her.

“You can call my dick flowers, then you can have flowers all the time,” I deadpanned, the toilet flushing two seconds before she walked back out and rolled her eyes at me.

“You’re such a guy.”

“You’re the sex addict.”

“Am not.”

“I woke up to you and Zavier thinking you were being sneaky last night,” I teased as she washed her hands, her lips twitching with a small smile.

“He started it.”

“He finished it too,” I murmured as I stepped closer, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. “You’re okay with us looking for Blake, right?”

She wiped her wet hands on her pants, turning to look up at me. “She was taken because of us. I like Blake, I want to make sure she’s okay. She wasn’t just some girl you dated, Ander. She’s friends with the guys and Riley too.”

“He took her because of me, not you,” I sighed, her hands fisting my shirt as she stood on tiptoe to kiss me softly.

“Let’s go find her so she can go home to her sister. I don’t want that kid back in foster care.”

Now that my emotions were in check a little more, we headed back to the office, finding some of the guys shoving guns and knives into holsters and hidden compartments on their outfits.

“Psychos gave the all clear. They think it's just a mind game too, but can’t hurt to check,” Cruz said as he checked that his gun was loaded before tucking it into the holster.

“You’re coming?” I asked with surprise, knowing he preferred thieving and hacking to the tactical side of things.

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