“Cope said—” The words trying to escape my lips are obliterated by the careful teasing of Muse's hand, slicking my body's own lube up from my opening and using it to massage my clit. “Cope said what?” he asks, with a healthy dose of amusement coloring his words, the chuckle that escapes his throat distinctly male, distinctly satisfied with the direction this is going. “That you're the only nice guy in the group.”
