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Myasshurt.Realbad.

Not just my ass, either. My legs felt like they’d run a marathon, my cock was sensitive, my ab muscles ached, and there were scratch marks all down my back and shoulders. Great night, though.

Devon didn’t move beside me. Face down and naked, he had his own scratch marks, his hair was a mess, and he’d drooled all over his arm. Sexy.

“Devon,” I whispered, shaking him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I guess I got pretty rowdy last night.

He groaned. “Fuck off.”

I laughed, but it hurt my head. “Do you need anything?”

“For you to leave and let me sleep,” he complained, not even opening his eyes. “You kept me up until six this morning.”

I checked the alarm clock beside the bed, noticing it was only nine. I got up, grabbed him a glass of water, and picked up the thin blanket off the floor. Covering him up and trying to tuck him in, I kissed his hair.

“Love you.”

He only moved enough to give me the finger. I smiled, closing the door behind me to give him some well-deserved peace and quiet. I chugged three glasses of water, did the whole morning routine thing, and got the coffee going.

What actually happened last night? Who gave me that? I wasn’t the experimental type when it came to drugs, and all I’d had was a few drinks and a toke or two. I guess if I was going to get drugged with something, that wasn’t so bad. But I couldn’t imagine what I would have done if Devon hadn’t shown up. I’d probably still be jerking off like a madman. Either way, the night might have been fun, but I didn’t enjoy having no control over myself. I had zero filter, and no control over my impulses, and I wasn’t a fan of the feeling. Was it Molly or was it something else?

The coffeemaker beeped at the same time someone knocked on the door. Who would come this early on a Sunday?

“What?” I shouted, pouring myself a coffee.

Xavi let himself in, carrying a container of pastries from Gina a few lots over. She ran a completely illegal little bakery out of her trailer, but her treats were to die for.

“Morning, sunshine,” Xavi laughed.

I groaned, knowing he would only be here to bust my balls. “What do you want?”

“This is a wellness check for Devon. Need to make sure you didn’t kill him with sex last night.”

I faked a laugh and told him to fuck off.

He must have been serious because he peeked inside our bedroom door to make sure Devon was breathing.

“Not dead,” I confirmed. “Coffee?”

“Yeah. I brought these.” He held up Gina’s baked goods. “Let’s chat.” He walked out the front door and sat on the deck. Wonder what he wanted to chat about.

I threw on a pair of sweats but didn’t much care if I looked as shitty as I felt. I was exhausted, but my body was too sore to lie in bed any longer, so I poured him a coffee and headed out front, ignoring the mess in our kitchen. The sun was already hotter than I could handle, so I dragged my chair into the shade and sat down.

“How you feeling?” Xavi asked, laughing at my misery.

“Like shit.” I took a sip of coffee and smoothed my hair out with my fingers. “Like hungover but also kind of moody.”

“Nate said the comedown from Molly can be kind of depressing, so I just wanted to check in.”

“Well, aren’t you a considerate asshole.”

“Yeah, I am. You get all your fucking out of your system?” he laughed again.

“Ugh, I think my dick is broken.”

Xavi laughed harder. He laughed so hard he had to set his coffee down. I glared at the lawn, ignoring the pleasure he took in my embarrassment.

He got himself mostly under control and picked his coffee up. “What the hell is flip fucking and why did you want to do it so bad?”

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