Page 107 of Rebel Revenge

I choked on the fact he had the audacity to ask. But I suspected Fang might have chosen Vaughn’s dressing room on purpose, just to needle him.

Couldn’t say I was mad. Needling Vaughn was a fun pastime.

“Please,” Kian sniggered. “Vaughn has zero need for condoms since he’s only screwing his wife. But here you go.”

Kian stuck his outstretched arm between the gap of the curtain, a condom in a silver packet clutched in his fingers.

“Oh my God. Kian!” I yelped.

Fang shook his head but then shrugged and plucked it from his fingers.

I just stared at him.

“What?” he shrugged. “It’s either that or we’re doing it bareback.”

I buried my face in the side of his neck, some weird combination of embarrassed and horny as hell.

Kian twisted his hand into a thumbs-up sign before I batted it away and he withdrew it from the cubicle with a good-natured laugh.

“Thank me when you’ve come then, huh?”

Fang ignored him, already ripping open the condom and rolling it down his length.

He was inside me in the next instant, seating himself fully, plunging in deep.

The “Oh!” of lusty surprise I let out was indecent.

“Fucking hell, Roach,” Vaughn complained in a hiss. “There’s people working out here!”

I couldn’t stop though. Fang pulled out and then slammed back home again. Every time he did it, his dick touched my G-spot and his pubic bone hit my clit. He’d managed to find the perfect angle, and there was no stopping the orgasm barreling down on me.

I’d never been much good at being quiet. It had never been in my nature.

From outside, a song was hummed.

The tune slightly off-key but familiar.

Fang picked up the pace, driving into me in the same rhythm that Kian hummed outside the curtain.

“You are not humming “My Heart Will Go On,” right now, are you?” Vaughn asked his childhood friend, all pissed-off frustration.

“Don’t knock Celine, brother! You know how I feel about her!”

His humming rose to a crescendo, and I probably would have laughed if Fang hadn’t ripped aside my bralette and squeezed my nipple.

With him deep inside me and the added sensation of him working my tits, Kian’s performance outside the cubicle drifted away.

The orgasm took hold, blocking out all other sounds and sights in a blinding flash of color.

Fang covered my mouth with his, burying my shout of surprise with his tongue when my pussy clenched around his solid, thick cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth. “You’re so tight when you come, Pix. So fucking tight.”

“Could have done without that information…” Vaughn complained from the other side.

Fang extended one arm above the top of the curtain and flipped him the bird.

But he didn’t stop fucking me. He slid in and out, the two of us coming out of our orgasms to grin at each other and kiss like horny teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

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