The third day arrived like a held breath.

I woke before him for once, tangled in the gray sheets that now smelled more like us than anything else. Liam’s arm was heavy across my waist, his chest warm against my back, one of his thighs pushed between mine like even in sleep he needed to keep me open. I could feel the thick line of his cock against the curve of my ass, already half-hard.

I should have been counting the hours until this ended. Instead I found myself pressing back against him, slow and deliberate, until a low sound rumbled in his throat and his hand slid up to...