Page 109 of Crushing Clover

“It’s hypoxia setting in. I’m seconds away from passing out.” He lurched, trying to knock all three of us off him.

“My god, give me a fucking minute. You wake me up for sex, and now you’re in a hurry to go back to sleep?”

Lucky sat up, making it slightly easier for me to breathe.

“I didn’t wake you up, fucker.”

Rush was easing out of my ass, and I felt my brows lift in consternation.

“Oh,” I whispered, shaking my head slightly.

“You’re fine,” Saint grumbled.

When his cock was out, I blinked rapidly at the sensation of being empty…except I wasn’t totally empty. I clenched my ass, trying to keep Rush’s cum from escaping as he got off us.

I made a sound of dismay.

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching,” Saint groaned. “Quit freaking out. You’re fine.”

“I’m dripping,” I whispered.

“We filled you fuller than an overpriced creampuff. What did you expect?” Lucky chucked me under the chin. “I’ll go get some paper towels.”

“Good sex is always messy,” Rush said.

I gazed down at Saint, horrified.

“Was that your first DP?” he asked.

I nodded. “That obvious?”

“I loved watching you take us.” His dark eyes gleamed. “You hardly even complained.”

The tips of my ears prickled with heat.

“Are you going to let me up, or are you keeping my cock forever?” The words didn’t cut the way they were meant to—probably because his half-lidded eyes were filled with satisfaction.

“Sorry, Saint. I’ll get up, Saint.”

I held my breath and pushed up onto my hands and knees, letting his cock slide out of me. My breath caught at the sensation of losing him. Now that I was letting myself think about it, my pussy felt even more abused, and my ass felt like it was on fire.

“Sore?” Saint asked.

I nodded.

“Good.” He nipped my lip, looking pleased with himself when I gasped.

Unceremoniously, he shoved me away.

He could have aimed me toward the mattress, but this was Saint.

I hit the floor with a thud, banging my elbow on the way down.

Saint

I interrupted his morning swim, as I’d expected. It was the little things that made life worth living, and annoying Warren always made my day somewhat brighter.

The envelope with its gargantuan stack of bills was a lead weight. Maybe if I handed it to him now, he’d sink to the bottom and drown. Lord knew he wouldn’t let it go to save himself.

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