He licked me like he had all night and planned to use it, slow then deeper, two fingers sliding in while I shook against Riven’s chest.

I came standing up, one hand in Knox’s hair, the other fisted in Riven’s shirt. My knees tried to go. Riven lifted me and carried me to the bedroom this time. Not the couch. A real bed. Dark sheets. One lamp on.

He laid me down and pushed into me facing him, forehead against mine, one of my legs hooked over his hip. It was slower than the locker room. Deeper. I could see his face. I could see the way he looked at...