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“Hot. Reckon it’ll give us what we need.” He spotted Alle’s knickers on the floor and picked them up.
“Do you need to go check on your girl?”
He did, yes. Except the room slid out of focus as he straightened up.
“Actually,” he crashed down onto the couch, “I think I need to sit down a moment.”
Xane peered at him curiously. “Are you okay?”
“Not sure. I think there might be a little too much woo woo in the air.”
That earned him a pat on the head. “Nah, mate. That’s what’s running through your veins.”
Spook burst into tears.
“Oh, shit!” Xane was bending over him immediately, eyes alight with concern.
“No.” Spook raised his arms to push him away. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” He was. Sort of. “I just need a minute.” The feels were catching up with him. “Oh, fuck! I’m doomed, aren’t I?”
Xane closed his mouth with the press of his index finger. “Don’t tell me. Tell Alle.”
“I should, right?” He said, head still reeling and his heart so full it seemed in danger of bursting. “And I will.” Just as soon as he was steady enough to actually stand.
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Allegra
Alle flew straight through the break room, laser focused on getting to the bathroom as fast as humanly possible. The only way it could have been more mortifying was if they’d all arrived two minutes earlier and watched her come like a hurricane from being fucked in the arse.
Ash’s expression of shock was burned into her retinas. She’d never live this down.
At least it hadn’t been Ronnie who burst in. Thank God it hadn’t been Ronnie.
Although, no doubt he’d hear about it, alongside every other resident of this isle.
“Oh, shit, Alle,” she said to her reflection in the mirror above the washroom sink, but buzzy happy hormones were still whizzing around her brain, so even that frown gave way to a smirk. Alle folded her hands over her mouth. He’d done it. She’d got Spook Mortensen to fuck her in the arse, and it had felt every bit as amazing as she’d known it would.
He’d probably be worrying about her.
She hoped he wasn’t freaked out by her departure.
She shucked her top up and put her bra back on. Her nipples were both still red and tender. Also, he’d left two massive hickies on the side of her throat. After doing some cleaning up in the loo, she returned to the sink. The outer door opened as she rinsed off the soap.
Alle turned her head, expecting it to be Spook, but it was Xane, there in all his magnificently sexy glory—dark hair and bared shoulders, nipple rings winking at her. She startled at the sight of him, only for him to flash her a grin and join her at the sinks as if that wasn’t totally weird. Dear God, she’d just watched him and his boyfriend fuck, and he’d seen… Well, she was sure he’d seen enough of what she and Spook had been doing to draw accurate conclusions.
“Are you going to get weird if I start doing some cleaning up?” he asked.
Her teeth raked her lower lip. “Clean up?” She was struggling to look at him above chest level.
“Yeah, clean up. Boys are messy, especially when they come without wrappers to catch it.” He turned on the tap and stuck the plug in the nearest sink of the row of three.
“Oh,” she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, watching him wash his hands first, then gingerly tug at the top of his fly. “Yours or his that you’re cleaning off?”
“You’re braver than you look, Ms Hutton. I think you know the answer to that. Let’s not pretend you didn’t have a bird’s eye view.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “And yes, it will be a bit weird if you clean up next to me, since I’m guessing that’s going to involve you fully undoing your fly and probably getting a certain appendage out.”
“Appendage?” he echoed, pushing his tongue into his cheek. “Reckon you got a good look at said appendage already.”
