Page 48 of As Thick As Thieves

“I love you too,” I choked out, trying to turn around to face him but he held me firmly by the throat, sliding his fingers between my legs from behind to tease my pussy. I squirmed, his hold loosening a fraction as he chuckled.

“You want my cock, Whitlock?”

“Please,” I breathed, a groan leaving me as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Cruz and Drake will hear you screaming for me,” he warned, but I didn’t give a shit. They all fucked me, it wasn’t a secret.

“So? When does that stop you any other time?” I snapped, gasping as he bit my neck hard, replacing his fingers with his dick as he slowly pushed inside me.

“Look at yourself,” he murmured, thrusting in and out of me as he watched me in the mirror. “You’re gorgeous.” My cheeks heated as I met his gaze in the reflection, making him quirk an eyebrow. “You’ve done more filthy shit than see yourself naked before. Look, Penn.”

My eyes drifted to myself, his fingers flexing around my throat as my hands reached for the sink. I needed something to hold onto.

“Take your shirt off,” I asked, not liking being the only one of us who was exposed. “And can we go faster?”

He smirked, releasing my throat to pull his shirt over his head, his hands moving to my waist to bend me over slightly. “Hold onto the sink tightly then.”

I did as he asked, bracing myself as he started picking up the pace, and it didn’t take long for him to be slamming into me. Curses spilled from my lips as I held on, the sound of our skin slapping together getting louder and louder until my legs shook, and I almost collapsed as I came so hard my vision dimmed, Knox following me a moment later.

We stood there panting for a moment until he stepped back, making me cringe at the feel of his cum sliding down my thighs. “Please tell me I can clean up and I don’t have to sleep in it.”

That earned me a grin. “I suppose you can clean up. I’d prefer to watch Drake lick you clean, but since neither him or Cruz came to investigate, I bet they’re both asleep already.”

I sat on the toilet, not caring that he was there as I started wiping myself clean. “Don’t think for a second that that distracted me from anything. I still want to know more about you.”

“I’m Knox Carnell,” he answered. “I’m twenty-four. You’re Penelope Whitlock and you’re twenty-two. Your birthday’s the first of December. Now we know each other.”

“That’s cheating, you found out about me by stalking me, and I already knew all of that about you,” I huffed, standing to grab a towel to dry off.

“Cruz Lennox is twenty-four too, and Drake Curtis is twenty-six,” he replied with amusement, handing me his shirt.

“I knew that too. We’re not all going to fit in my bed, so how’s this going to work?”

“That’s why we’re sleeping on the couch together so I don’t have to give you back to them.”

“Nicely played,” I snorted, making him shrug.

“They would’ve done the same thing to me.”

Knox

I put the TV on, but we didn’t take much notice of it as Penn got comfortable on my lap once I’d put ointment on her stomach and back and rebandaged the wounds. She sat sideways across my lap, curled against my chest under a blanket she’d found in the cupboard. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, and I didn’t dare move her. I could sleep like this if I had too.

My lips skimmed her temple as I stared at the TV, but I was aware that the webcam light had turned on. If Stone wanted to be a creepy fuck, he could. He’d only hurt himself by watching us all move on without him.

“Hey,” Drake mumbled as he walked out of the dark hallway, his eyes instantly running over Penn. “Is she okay? Why didn’t you come to bed?”

“You’re delusional if you think we’ll all fit in there,” I said quietly as he sat beside me, and surprise registered on his face as I lifted my arm for him to curl into me too. Penn’s legs were in the way, so I carefully lifted them, placing them over his thighs as he snuggled into me.

“Cruz is in a pretty deep sleep thanks to his pain meds. He didn’t wake up when you two were screaming the house down,” he chuckled, resting his head on my shoulder as he watched our girl’s face.

“Penn’s upset about Stone not wanting her,” I grumbled, giving him my attention. “She can’t figure out why he hates her, and it’s bothering her. Why’s she so desperate for his attention? She has us, and he’s never given her a reason to like him.”

“He’s like a wounded animal, and we all know how women love to take those home to fix,” he replied with a sigh, frowning when he noticed the computer. “You know the webcam’s on, right?”

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