“Will your ego explode the cabin to bits if I comment on how big it is?” I grunt. “You’ll manage. Open up.” She tilts her head. “When was the last time you had sex?” “A while ago.” “It shows, smooth talker. You sound like a goddamn dentis—” She suddenly yelps as Eli, who has been quietly dying, half-buried inside her, apparently decides he can’t take it anymore. He grips her hips, thrusting into her. “Can you two flirt while I fuck you?” he mutters through gritted teeth. “I’m losing the will to live.”
