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As my orgasm builds, I tug on Roscoe’s hair again and he lets out a little whimper.

“Fuck, Silver. I’m going to come.”

“Then come,” I say as I feel my pussy clenching around him, my pleasure peaking, sending fireworks all down the length of my body.

Roscoe jerks inside me, spilling his load and fucking it into me with abandon. He lets out another deep groan I feel deep in my chest.

He pulls out slowly and then collapses beside me for a moment, wrapping his arm around me to keep the two of us connected.

“I’m serious. That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” he moans. “It felt like my dick was coming home.”

That’s... oddly romantic. I let out a contented sigh as I collapse against his chest, and he presses a gentle kiss to my temple.

12

Silver

We’re collapsed together on my bed, snuggling, and I’m midway to dozing when a voice in my head has me jolting awake.

“Hey, Silver? You, uh, busy?”

That sends a sense of apprehension through me. I really, really hope I wasn’t projecting my recent thoughts.

“It’s the middle of the night, Ember.”

“I know, it’s just... you might want to wake your gentlemen friends and get them to come down to the cafe. There’s some pretty hinky shit going on and I sent everyone else home since they don’t need to get caught up in anything right now, but—”

Ah, Ember, always using a hundred words when ten would probably do the trick. He’s basically the opposite of Rook in that respect.

“What kind of ‘hinky shit’?”I hope the inverted commas are clear in the tone of my mental voice.

Such a descriptive account of whatever’s going on past midnight.

“Silv, it’s the middle of the night. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be. I’m a working man nowadays, you know.”

“I’m rolling my eyes right now.”

“I’m serious,”Ember continues. “I have a nine-to-five these days. Well, it’s more like an eight-until-midnight, but you know what I mean.”

“Are you usually at the cafe so late?”I ask him, pulling away from Roscoe’s embrace and tapping my forehead, like he’s going to understand what that means.

“Everything okay?” Roscoe mumbles.

“Yeah, just Ember talking to me. He wants us all to get down to the cafe as soon as possible.”

“Sooo, can you wake them up?”

“I’ve already told Roscoe. We’ll be with you as soon as we can.”

“I’ll call Fabian if you want to wake Z.” Roscoe shoots me a sheepish grin. “Just a warning, though. He’s kind of grouchy when he first wakes up.”

He’s kind of grouchy most of the time. But weirdly enough, I’m not afraid of him. Z’s been a real prick to me and even though we cleared the air a bit the other night, I’m not about to sit back and let him treat me like shit again. Even if I’m pretty sure it’s a defense mechanism he uses for self-protection. He’s like a little dog that’s been mistreated and who now snaps at anyone that makes any sudden movements, even if they’re trying to feed him treats.

I smirk to myself. Maybe this is a good opportunity to see how far his commitment to his not-being-a-dick plan stretches.

Roscoe pulls out his phone, lounging back on my bed in just his underwear, looking like a tattooed prince of the underworld.

Which, I guess, is a pretty accurate description.

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