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His fingers dig into my back as he breathes deep. “We were worried about you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I just went for a walk.” I absentmindedly run my fingers through his short-cropped hair. Knox climbs into bed and pats the space next to him.

I have no idea where I belong, but that looks as good a place as any this morning. Climbing between two broken men, I close my eyes and sleep until the club opens.

Chapter 16

Knox

I wake up at whatever-the-fuck-o’clock time it is. Music thumps in the club, which means it’s evening. My stomach drops with disappointment when I notice Vault and Sophie aren’t in bed with me.

Abandoned again.

Swiping a hand down my face, I sigh. I should have known better than to think they’d stick around any longer than absolutely necessary. Maybe I should get out of here. Housekeeping probably has to turn the room over for the next couple, anyway.

The music outside fades into a different song and in that short silence, a little giggle comes out of the bathroom. My ears perk up to the sound of the shower running, followed by Vault moaning.

They’re still here.

Relief floods my system, legit making my skin tingly.

Sophie gasps.

The telltale rhythm of fucking echoes in the bathroom. If they didn’t want me hearing it, they would have shut the fucking door, right?

My imagination starts imaginating what kinds of things they’re doing in there. I’ve jacked off a bunch of times to the fantasies my romance-novel-lovingbrain conjures with the two of them but hearing it in real life is next level hot.

Grabbing lube from the stash on the end table, I glaze my cock and start stroking, keeping my pace with theirs. Is she bent over the bench in the shower? Riding him on the tiled floor? Does he have her up against the wall, or are they against the vanity?

I edge myself over and over because I’m too sensitive in the mornings and I want this to fucking last. I’m no two-pump chump, damnit. The water turns off and I squeeze the base of my dick hard enough to make my tip turn purple and all my veins pop out along the shaft.

The door opens and I’m caught dick-handed.

“Pup,” my Mistress barks. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” My hand glides up my shaft and I arch back, head digging into the pillow.

“Let go,” she orders.

Fuuuuck. “I’m already so close.”

“That’s why you’re going to let go.” She swaggers over and pulls my nipple ring, making me yelp.

“Don’t bully me, I’ll come.”

Vault chuckles behind her. His hair is slicked back and wet, making him look so stupidly hot I can’t fucking stand it.

“Oh, I’m not going to bully you,” Sophie says, climbing on top of me. I get a handful of her ass and squeeze it. “I’m going to do worse.”

She slides down over me and rides my dick slowly. Very. Slowly.

My goddamn toes curl.

Just as I start to feel like I’m floating, she popsoff and leaves.

“Wait! No!” My heart hammers in my throat. “Come back.”

“Get dressed.” She throws my clothes at me. When I sneer at her, she arches her brow. “You wanted to edge yourself, when that’s your Mistress’s privilege?”

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