Sunlight sliced through the gap in the thin motel curtains, sharp, pale, cutting across the tangled sheets and our bodies still glued together with dried sweat and come. I woke first, or maybe I just became aware of it first: the slow, heavy throb between my legs, the dull ache in my ass and pussy, the sticky film on my inner thighs that pulled every time I shifted. Jaxon’s arm was slung across my waist, his cock half-hard and pressed against the small of my back even in sleep. Rylan was on my other side, face tucked into my neck, one leg thrown over mine like he was claiming territory...