Page 32 of Caught Up

I managed to hold still for all of two seconds before I arched into him, and...uh-oh. Why was I already spinning out again? Usually I needed a breather before I came a second time, but if Junior kept this up, I was going to—

The stairwell door flew open with abang!I had just enough time to catch sight of two figures before Junior spun us away, pulling me close and blocking me from sight with his much larger body.

“Oh, uh...sorry?”

I recognized Ryan’s voice immediately.

“Guess she didn’t need rescuing after all,” Taylor chimed in, sounding smug.

“You good, Lauren?” Ryan asked.

“I’m good,” I told them.

“What about you,man-I’m-assuming-is-Junior?” Taylor asked. “You don’t need rescuing, do you?”

“I’m good,” he bit out.

“See?” Taylor said. “They’refine. Just having a good ole consensual fingerbang.”

Oh, for the love of god.

Junior’s breath warmed my neck. “Want me to get rid of them?”

“They’re my roommates,” I said.

“That’s not a no.”

I made a low, contemplative sound. “Maybe just Taylor.”

“Hey!” she said, her outrage echoing through the stairwell.

Junior huffed a breath. It wasn’t a laugh, but it was close.

“Sylvia called a meeting,” Ryan said. “We came to find you.”

“Be there in a few,” I told them.

“Okay,” they said. “But don’t take too long. She looked stressed out.”

“Yeah,” Taylor chimed in. “About as stressed as you looked before you landed on stranger danger’s fingers.”

“Ryan,” I groaned.

“I got her,” they said.

The sound of a brief scuffle broke out.

“Ouch.”

“Fuck.”

“Goddamn it.”

“I swear to Christ, Taylor.”

The groaning of hinges announced the door opening.

“I told you she could take care of herself,” Taylor said, her voice retreating.

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