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“The drawer.”The roadies always did the rounds and made sure they were stocked up.It’d been a running joke for years that they left him the same supplies as the other guys despite everyone knowing he didn’t indulge.
He’d shake every fucking one of their hands tomorrow.
That’s if he survived tonight.
“Which one?”
“Not sure.”
Alle leaned right.Bingo.That was apparently the correct choice.Or hell, maybe there were supplies in both locations, and a couple of others, too.He never paid any attention.He’d have to start doing so.Maybe start carrying them around in his pockets.
Spook covered her body in nips and kisses as she stretched over him, burying his face in the luscious curves of her belly and breasts.
Sex—they were going to have sex.
He’d been telling her there was no difference between what they had been doing and this, but that was an outrageous lie.He’d ensured that by denying her one and not the other.
Alle settled back down an inch or two south of where she’d started.His legs were trapped.She looked at him like he was a chocolate bar.Her hand strayed idly down her body, and then his.She had the foil wrapped package between her teeth.
Oh, fuck!
She ripped the foil and—
“No!”No, he couldn’t.
Alle stared at him.She was gorgeous, but a whole picture book of hell was flipping through his brain.It would go south.It would all go south fast.This would be the end of them.The end of him.All his demons would be free.They’d rampage.
Spook’s heart raced.It beat like twin drums in his ears.An icy, tingling sensation ran down both his arms.His hands were suddenly so clumsy.Numbness seeped along his digits from their tips, turning him into a hollowed out shard.His lips too were devoid of sensation.
“Get off me.Get off me.”
The darkness seeped right in.
