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He stares at me for a beat before his gaze jumps up to my eyes.

“I fucking love your dick, in case you hadn’t noticed. It’s perfect.”

“Show me. Show me how much you love it.”

He shifts around until he’s between my thighs. I throw one of my legs over the back of the couch, the other resting on the floor to give him enough space to do his thing.

My eyes dart toward the huge floor-to-ceiling windows—or rather, the apartments across the block. But the second Garrett’s tongue licks me from root to tip, I forget about us having an audience, and I let my thoughts float away in favor of focusing on pleasure.

“Holy shit,” I gasp when he sucks me into the addictive heat of his mouth.

My hips lift from the couch in my search for more as my hand grips the back of his head, holding me in place.

His eyes hold mine, dark and hungry, begging me to take what I need. Begging me to use him.

So I do.

I thrust up into his mouth, taking what I need.

He fucking loves every second of it, and all too soon, my balls are tingling with the familiar warning that this is going to be over soon.

I fucking wish it wouldn’t be. I could spend all night being worshipped by him like this.

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m close,” I grunt, my grip on his hair tightening until I start to worry I’m going to pull chunks out. “Fuck. I’m gonna come down your throat, baby. Are you ready?”

He nods, a groan of acknowledgment rumbling in his chest, pushing me that little bit closer.

I’m right there, ready to fling myself over the edge and freefall into a Garrett-induced oblivion, unaware of the noise happening around me.

I’m certainly unaware that two people have just walked into the apartment. And as my orgasm takes me, I forget about where I am, or what my own name is as Garrett works me through my pleasure.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” a female voice cries. “Did he just…did they just…”

“I was not expecting to walk in on that,” a deeper, familiar voice adds as ice floods through my veins.

I’ve never come down from a high faster in my life.

By the time I look up, both Sienna and Calvin are turning around, giving us some privacy to sort ourselves out.

“I’m sorry,” Garrett whispers as he scrambles to get out from between my legs. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t know.”

I move so fast to pull up my sweats that I fumble like a toddler who hasn’t learned to dress himself yet.

“I thought they were coming back tomorrow. If I knew, I never would have⁠—”

“Our rental had a burst pipe,” Sienna explains. “They offered for us to stay elsewhere, but we figured we were coming back tomorrow morning anyway, so…surprise.”

“Is it safe to turn around yet?” Calvin asks.

“Yeah,” I grunt, speaking for the first time since one of my teammates watched me come in his future brother-in-law’s mouth.

Fucking hell. This wasn’t on my bingo card for today.

They both spin, their eyes darting between the two of us.

Garrett stands beside me, and it’s impossible to miss that when their eyes move to me, he steps slightly in front of me, as if he’s trying to protect me.

It means everything.