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“Was that real?” she asked, then looked down at her chest, completely covered in my and Lachlan’s cum. “Ah, yes, very real.” She looked shyly at me, then dragged a finger through it and brought it to her mouth. She sucked her finger and moaned. “God, you both taste so fucking good. How did I not know that?”

I groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?” I said, and captured her mouth. Sure enough, I could taste myself and Lachlan’s whiskey and smoke on her tongue. I deepened the kiss, tilting her head. “You are incredible,” I said when I pulled away.

Lachlan reentered the nest with a warm towel and cleaned her chest. He pressed kisses along her collarbones, breasts, and stomach as he made his way down her body. He stopped with his forearms across her hip bones and rested his chin to look up at her. The hazy light of the nest softened his appearance, and I forced myself to look away.

“I would apologize for attacking you, but I’m not sorry at all,” she said, looking first at Lachlan, then at me. “And I feel like I should be more embarrassed about loving being covered in your cum, but I’m just really happy about it. Also, did you know your cum tastes amazing?”

Lachlan smiled at her. “I’m glad you’re not embarrassed. And no, I did not know that.” He met my eyes briefly, then looked back at her.

“Like a watermelon cocktail,” Maggie murmured. She hadone hand entwined with mine while the other was playing with Lachlan’s hair. “Right, Ben?”

I cleared my throat, blushing, and refused to look at Lachlan. “Yes, the mixture was quite… potent.”

Maggie sighed. “I don’t want to shower off your scents,” she said. “But I am sticky.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said, nuzzling her cheek. “I’ll make sure you get squeaky clean.”

I ran Maggie a bath and she promised to relax for a few minutes. I hopped in the shower to rinse off quickly under one of the showerheads. I startled when Lachlan came in, too. He didn’t say anything as he stood under one of the four other showerheads.

I watched him tilt his head back, letting the water flow down his hair and over his chest. I was getting hard again and tried to look away, but Lachlan’s eyes snapped open and caught my gaze.

I turned off the showerhead and jumped into a towel as fast as I could, putting distance between us. “I’ll see you downstairs,” I said to Maggie, dropping a kiss on her forehead, and left her to soak in the tub.

“Wait.” I’d made it to the door of the suite when Lachlan caught up to me, also wrapped in a towel, and grabbed my forearm to stop me. I forced myself not to look down at his chest so I wouldn’t envy the droplets of water caught in the dark hair.

“Are we okay?” He asked. “Was that… okay?”

I laughed brightly, genuinely. “That was fucking amazing,” I said truthfully. “I can’t wait to do it again and again.”

His face relaxed a little. “Good,” he said, nodding. “I agree.”

“Great,” I said.

“Okay,” he said.

Lachlan was still gripping my arm, but he’d slid his hand to encircle my wrist. I could feel my pulse pounding there, and I’m sure he could too.

“Okay,” I replied.

We stood there a moment longer until he finally released my arm.

Chapter 34

Maggie

It took longer to find parking downtown than the guys expected, but we finally made it to the precinct with a few minutes to spare. I was wearing my best court suit and a full bottle of descenter spray.

Looking up at the building, dread pooled in my stomach. I hadn’t been here since the night of Todd’s attack, which felt like a lifetime ago, even if the calendar said it’d only been about a month and a half.

Would this help me feel like I could come back to work? What if theydidn’tfire Phillips? Could I work in a place that couldn’t even protect its officers?

Before I could spiral too much, Lachlan led the way into the building.

The lobby was the same as always, and Officer Gunnison was behind the desk. She gave me a friendly wave and waggled her eyebrows at the Alphas around me. I blushed, smiling. I missed my coworkers. Well, most of them.

Soren met us in the lobby, his face tight. He was dressed more professionally than normal, but his wavy hair was a bit wild. “Learned more about what the hearing is,” he said. “It’s in front of a panel, not a judge. It’ll be Captain Harcourt, that Sergeant Broad dick from Internal Affairs for the district, and arepresentative from human resources.”

“Okay,” I said. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” I’d been imagining a full courtroom.

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