Page 167 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

And I do. Christ, I feel everything—every pulse, every thick, hot spurt, every slick pump that fills me until I’m dripping with him. The sensation is too much, too perfect, and it’s that final push I need to send me hurtling over the edge. I shudder, my body greedily milking him until we’re both spent.

Fora moment, neither of us moves, our hearts pounding in frantic beats. His breath is hot and ragged against my neck, matching my own huffing. The steady drum of rain against the porch roof fills the silence, a reminder of just how undone we are.

“Wow,” I finally gasp, my voice weak, broken by my need for air. “That was . . . a little unhinged.”

“I’m not done yet.”

I clench around him experimentally, and sure enough, he’s really not done. “How the hell are you still hard, Cade? You literally lost the plot the last two times.”

His grin is wicked. “Exactly. Which is why I’ll need a few more tries before I get my bearings. There’s a good chance it won’t return until I’ve fucked that sassy mouth of yours into submission. Your tits and your ass, too.”

“You’re . . . unbelievable,” I laugh, ignoring the way my body betrays me with another spike of heat.

“Says the woman who’s been cramming herself full of toys. Well, guess what? It’s time to show me every trick you’ve learned in the past week.”

Oh My God. I’m so fucked. Literally. Not that my pussy minds—she’s already begging for round three.

“Come on.” Cade pulls out of me, earning a soft whimper of protest. He grabs his shirt and slips it over my head, smoothing the wet fabric down to mid-thigh before scooping me up into his arms.

“I’m going to need a few hundred pillows,” I snicker as he carries me across the threshold into the common room. “The walls are super thin here.”

“You have no idea how thin.” Nico’s warm, baritone voice sends a jolt of ice through my veins.

Oh shit.

Myeyes bug out in absolute mortification. If I could move, I’d throw myself back into the rain. We’re soaked to the bone, dripping water everywhere. Cade’s shirt, plastered to my body, is practically see-through.

Cade doesn’t seem bothered. He kicks the door shut behind us as he takes a few steps further into the room, radiating smug satisfaction even with his fly down.

“Well, if it isn’t Quinn and his Old Lady,” Nico drawls, lounging against the bar with a glass of amber liquid and a shit-eating grin. “Stealing the storm’s thunder, are we?”

“And you stayed in here the whole time?” I accuse, my face burning. “You couldn’t have . . . you know, given us some privacy?”

“Why the hell would we do that?” Nico’s grin widens.

We? Oh God. It gets worse.

My eyes flick to Phoenix, who’s slumped at the bar, white-knuckling a glass of what must be straight whiskey, looking like he’s just endured a marathon of torture porn.

He throws back his drink and winces in disgust. “And I used to think Nico and Sparrow made me sick . . .”

Nico raises his glass to us in a mock toast. “Happy to relinquish that honor.”

Cade shakes his head like a wet dog, spraying water everywhere. “Phoenix, come on. Surely you’ve got a stronger stomach than that.”

Phoenix slams his glass down with enough force to make the bottles rattle. “Have you ever heard of a bed? A room with a fucking door?” His voice rises with every word. “And maybe keeping your noises a few thousand decibels lower? Or—Jesus—not sayingeverythingout loud?”

“Clearly you’re a few years too late on that particular home training,Dad,“ Cade sneers, starting toward the stairs. “Besides, you have legs. Could have spared yourself the agony.”

“Hey! The door’s the other way. Get the fuck out of my clubhouse!” Phoenix barks, looking dangerously close to throwing his glass at us.

Cade stops. “Don’t you mean my clubhouse, Phoenix?”

Both Phoenix and Nico freeze, with varying expressions of shock on their faces.

“Well.” Phoenix recovers first, swirling the last drops of whiskey in his glass. “You can have your patch tomorrow. You’re not my Prez—not with your junk hanging out. Noon tomorrow should give you plenty of time to fuck the demons out of yourselves.”

“Excellent.” Cade keeps walking toward the stairs.

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