Page 32 of As Thick As Thieves

Other than Penn.

Frustration moved through me at the thought of her, and I pulled Drake down harder on my dick, a startled choke leaving him. I did it again and again until I was sure he was going to pass out, my cum finally hitting the back of his throat as I held him in place, only letting him go when he started pushing against me for air.

Loud gasps filled the room as he dropped his butt to the floor to catch his breath, his confused eyes on me as I took a moment to get my shit together. He didn’t call me out for being rough, he was used to it, but I could see the concern on his face. He knew something had just set me off, and I hated that he could read me like that.

“Don’t let her back in,” I said quietly, my stomach clenching as he averted his eyes.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

“She was never just some girl, Knox. I can’t unlove her.”

I wanted to shout at him, shake some sense into his thick skull, and tell him I was all he needed, but I knew how hard it was to let her go. I’d been struggling for a month now.

“I know, babe.”

Surprise flickered across his face and I sighed, leaning forward to grab his arm to pull him down onto the bed with me, knowing he was feeling vulnerable and needed comfort.

I think I needed it too.

Chapter Seven

Penn

Drake: I’ll have to see you tomorrow. I promised Knox I’d be home tonight and he’s in a mood.

Disappointment flared inside me as I read the text later that day, and Cruz wrapped his arms around me from behind to read over my shoulder as we stood in the kitchen.

“It’s probably a good thing he’s spending time with Knox. They’ve hardly seen each other. The best way to stop Knox from losing his shit at you is to not make him feel threatened in his relationship. He’s trying really hard to give Drake affection so I think Drake made the right call to stay home tonight.”

“You just don’t want to share me,” I replied dryly as I sent a quick reply to Drake to let him know I understood. I honestly didn’t want to get in between their relationship, so I had to respect Drake’s decision.

“Is it that obvious?” Cruz chuckled, his lips trailing across the curve of my shoulder and neck. “Do you think Lopez would be pissed if I railed you right here in the kitchen?”

“Go for it, but I have this entire place rigged with cameras so you’d be putting on a show for me,” Zavier said slyly as he walked in. “Lavaro would definitely add it to his spank bank.”

“Please don’t fight,” I groaned as Cruz’s hands dropped to my waist and gave me a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t fight with him. I’m just going to kill him a little.”

Zavier grinned, ruffling my hair and ignoring Cruz’s warning growl. “He’s so easy to rile up. You’re like a little sister to me, you’re pretty safe from my dick. Can’t speak for Lavaro though. He’s been looking for a rebound.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” Cruz deadpanned as he stepped back. “You’re a sick fucker, Lopez. You’d probably fuck your sister if you had one.”

“Doubtful, asshole.” Zavier turned to me, a serious look on his face. “Have you taken your antibiotics?”

“Yes. Have you met Cruz? He’s like a hovering mother hen,” I scoffed. “What are your plans tonight? Did you want to—”

“We’re busy,” Cruz cut in bluntly, giving Zavier a fake smile. “Go play with your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girl, man. Lay off,” Zavier snapped.

“Well, go play footsies with Logan or something.”

“You know this isn’t your house, right?” Zavier grumbled as he started walking towards the hallway.

“Kick me out then, I dare you,” Cruz replied as he followed him, giving me a few minutes of peace. I unlocked my phone and flicked through my apps, trying to remember how to use them all. Texting was confusing, but the internet? Way worse.

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