I returned to the bathroom in time for Nash to turn round in the shower, and the sentence forming on my tongue deserted me, my attention diverting to his wet skin and inked muscles. To his ripped abdomen and his dick hanging heavy between his thighs. He knew how to use that thing. By now, I’d watched him fuck Orla a lot, and I still couldn’t get enough of them. Some nights I didn’t care if they never touched me, as long as they kept touching each other. But they never left me out, and fuckin’ hell, I’d never had so much sex in my life.
