Page 73 of Catch You

“No problem. Could you just push the sheets a little lo?—”

“Out, Brooke.”

“But—”

“OUT,” I hiss. After rolling her eyes, she backs out of the room.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen one before,” she mutters seconds before the door closes.

“Exactly. Your wealth of knowledge is vast. Use your imagination.”

“Bitch,” she calls, making both Corey and me laugh.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, dropping my forehead to his chest.

“There’s something wrong with your best friend.”

“I’m well aware. You know she’s not going to let you out of here until she’s grilled you for at least an hour, right?”

“She can try. I’m not one to kiss and tell. Although, I’m not sure it’s going to be necessary.”

“How comeeee,” I squeal as he flips me onto my back and looms over me.

“She’s about to hear just how good I am.” He pushes my legs apart and settles between them as his fingers find my sensitive center. It’s deliciously sore as he pushes two fingers inside me, reminding me of everything that happened last night. “Always so fucking wet.”

“It’s your ink. I can’t get enough.”

“My ink, huh? You sure it’s not the promise of my cock?”

“Nah. I can take or leave that. Corey!” I cry as he bites down hard on my nipple.

“Louder. Make her really fucking jealous, Lo.”

By the time we roll out of bed sometime later, I have no doubt that Brooke—and possibly half the street—know exactly what was going on.

“I need to shower,” I say, padding to my bathroom as Corey stands deliciously naked at the window, staring at the glorious spring morning outside. “Do you mind? You’ll give the neighbors a heart attack.” I run my eyes down his sculpted back and to his ass. I bite down on my bottom lip. It should be illegal to have an ass quite that peachy.

“Just checking out the neighborhood while you check out my arse.”

“Well, if you don’t move, you won’t get a chance to check me out in the shower. But I understand if the old woman over the street is more fascinating.” Before I have a chance to turn away from him, he’s halfway across the room and has my hand in his.

“Let’s go. There’s nothing more fascinating than watching bubbles run down your body.”

“Oh good,you’re both still alive. I started to get worried when all the cries for God and the banging stopped,” Brooke quips when the two of us make it down to the kitchen sometime later. Thankfully, I found Corey’s discarded clothes neatly folded outside my bedroom door when I emerged to find them for him.

“Shut up, B. I might suggest you’re just jealous, but seeing as you didn’t come home until this morning, I’m assuming you had yet another successful Saturday night.”

“I’ve had worse, that’s for sure. But you have most definitely had a better morning. For someone who’s been celibate for?—”

“Brooke,” I hiss. “Enough.”

“What? I’m just saying that you seem to have remembered how to ride the bike perfectly well.”

“Like a pro,” Corey adds, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me back into his body.

My cheeks burn as Brooke barks a laugh, amusement and delight filling her features.

“Morning, Brit boy. I would say it’s nice to see you, but seeing as you clearly spent the night in her bed and not mine, I’m not so sure it is.”

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