Page 88 of This Pack of Ours

“God, it’s so nice to have roomies who get it. She does stuff like thatall the time.” Kit sighed.“Like, she’ll forget her towel in her room and just walk down the corridor, dripping all the way.”

He frowned at the wet footprints on the floor, and for a second, I wondered if we were talking about the same thing. Puddles of water?

He groaned, lifting his hand up as if painting something in the air.

“And she has this tattoo on her back that’s just so pretty. Flowers n’ shit.” He narrowed his reddened eyes, peering up at me. “Guess you’ve all seen it already, though. Heat n’ all.”

I shrugged, and he pouted. “Can’t believe I missed that one. It might have been, like, our one shot.”

He gave a happy hum, staring off at the wall as he continued to ponder the thought.

One shot? But before he’d kinda implied we wouldn’t have gone to her heat if he was there. Would he have? Could we have had himandJuniper last week?

I shifted in my seat, sporting a full hard-on at the thought and letting out a groan. Fuck, Kit was being the cruel one now.

Kit’s eyes found mine, and he rolled over and sat forward. His head cocked to the side, as if he were considering something, his beautiful smile painted onto his face. After a moment, he stood and took the two steps to the love seat, collapsing on my lap.

“Where’d the others go?" he asked, wiggling as he settled down. He was right on my dick. It was a Herculean effort on my body’s part to divert enough blood to my brain so I could answer his question.

“Um, Jhin took Adrian to move the rest of the stuff from the spare room.”

His hands rested on my chest, playing with the fabric as he nibbled his lip. I could feel hope rising within me. I mean, if he and Vander banged, that meant it was on the table, right? And also Iknewsomething had happened with him and Jhin the other night.

My fingers slipped under the oversized shirt he was wearing. I was going for his waist but my hair stood on end as I realized he really wasn’t wearing anythingat allunderneath it. He looked up at me with his soft black eyes, and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Sugary almond heaven was everywhere, and the oversized shirt had completely slipped off his shoulder, showing off the delicate lines of his neck and slender collarbone.

Oh fuck. This was definitely happening. I really should be trying to pull the brakes here, but I was like a speeding train on oiled tracks.

He hadn’t given me a chance to tuck away my erection, and it was rubbing against his thigh through my jeans, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. My breathing was already heavy.

He pulled back a bit to look down, and his eyes stayed fixed on it, mouth parting in a small, plump ‘O’ that caused my cock to jerk in my pants.

“Oh, shit, dude, can I?" he said, his wide eyes flicking up to mine, biting his lip.

I let out a shuddering breath, summoning the right words with extreme effort.

“You’re kinda high,” I managed.

He leaned in closer, hands coming to rest on my chest, his eyes shining with sincerity.

“But I’m aknotslut," he said, as if that decided it.

My dick bucked again, and I gritted my teeth to suppress a moan, while Vander’s head shot forward from the couch, a choked cough coming from his throat.

“Aw. Come on. What if I just— touch it?” he said, biting his lip again. He didn’t wait for my answer, raking his fingernails along the underside of my jeans up the shaft. That was it. I’d tried the brakes, and they’d gone up in flames. Hot, sugary almond brûlée flames.

“We’re out in the open.” It was my last valiant effort at resisting. I should get, like, a medal for trying, you know. Maybe Jhin would give me one if I told him I protestedtwice.

“Juni takes forever in the shower," he said matter-of-factly, and unbuckled me, sliding down to the floor as he took out my length.

Turns out he was a dirty little liar, because he immediately sucked the tip into his mouth with a cute little moan.

JUNIPER

I’d left my towel in the nest room. Of course, I only noticed after I’d finished my shower, and now I was stuck in our tiny bathroom, just as cold and wet as before. The linen closet hadn’t been refilled after the raid,so I had very little options.

It was fucking freezing in here. I had sent a desperate SOS text to Kit, but that was ages ago, and he hadn’t responded. I didn’t have any of the guys’ numbers. I hugged myself and looked down at my blue fingers. I needed to get warm.

I could be fast. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t all seen me naked before, anyway. Maybe they’d all be busy, watching TV or high out of their minds, and I’d just slip past.

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