Page 82 of Sinner
“Enough screwing around.” Yejun cleared his throat. “Stick it in already.”
“I thought we were waiting so our Fourth could get an eyeful.” Despite his words, Lake settled a palm over Yejun’s lower abs and pulled his cock free from his pants, settling closer so he could line himself up.
“He can still get an eyeful, just of you pounding me.”
“Only if you don’t come right away.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yejun prided himself on his ability to last. Blowing early had never been a problem of his.
Instead of answering, Lake began to push, but just when his crown had popped past that ring of muscle, the door to the room swung open.
Everyone froze.
Nix stood in the doorway, his expression hidden behind his mask. His hand tightened on the door handle, but that was the only movement he made.
Until he turned on his heels and bolted.
Lake was on his feet and giving chase in a heartbeat.
“Fuck!” Yejun struggled to pick up his clothing, getting dressed in a flurry of motion. But by the time he was done, the sounds of their footsteps had already vanished down the corridor.
He headed for the exit and only made it a few feet before someone appeared, blocking the doorway with their broad form.
The guy was familiar-looking, with copper colored hair cropped short, and one bright blue eye. Only one, because the other was covered in a black eyepatch. He hadn’t dressed for the occasion, clearly not caring about blending in, and was simply in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt.
Yejun blinked in confusion. “Rase?”
Without a word, the man lifted something shiny into the air.
Ah.
Rase with a gun.
Chapter 27:
Lake had planned on letting West and Yejun have Nix first. A part of him thought it was poetic. That was how they’d started all of this, after all. He’d waited until his friends had taken him, then he’d swooped in and finally gotten to fuck his Songbird.
He’d also taken advantage and screwed Nix’s brains out in the bathroom earlier, so there was that.
He’d tried being fair.
It wasn’t his fault they’d both blown the opportunity.
To his credit, Nix was taking this whole chase thing seriously. He zipped through the halls, the sound of his shoes pounding against the marble leading Lake on a mad dash. Eventually though, he was going to lose speed.
Then he’d be all Lake’s.
Sure enough, he caught him on the fourth floor, arm banding around Nix’s thin waist to tug him backwards and off his feet. Lake carried him into the first open room he could find, slamming the door and flicking the lock haphazardly before he shoved Nix down over a drafting table—at least, that’s what he thought the damn thing was called. Didn’t matter.
“Who’s the greedy one now?” Nix was out of breath, but he didn’t fight Lake off when he reached for his belt.
“For you?” Lake stripped him. “I’ll never get enough.”
“Seems like you just left June with blue balls.”
“You could have stayed and watched.”
“That’s not the game,” Nix reminded, lying back so Lake could have easier access to the buttons on his shirt. “Take off your mask first.”
