West’s thrusts stalled, his cock pulsing as he released inside me. He stayed buried in me, breathing heavily, until I let out a weak little whimper. Then he released my arms and pulled out slowly. His cum spilled down my thighs.
“Are you OK, little omega?” He rubbed his palm soothingly across my ass, letting my hips fall to lay flat again.
“S’good. Oh my…” My mumbled, barely intelligible words ended with a giant yawn.
West laughed. “You can’t sleep yet. Come on, sit up.” He helped me upright, my butt cheeks sore where they pressed to the rough lounger fabric. “Let’s get your dress and shoes back on. You’re the one who insisted I fuck you here instead of waiting until we got back.”
I yawned again. Why did I do that? God, I needed a nap after being absolutely ruined like that.
My legs were too shaky to stand on my own. West slipped my legs into the dress, then helped me stand so he could work it up over my hips. I collapsed back down while he zipped it up.
He put his clothes on next. His boxer briefs went on easily enough, but the wet jeans? It was funny enough that it helped me shake off some of the sleepiness. I watched him curse the universe and the pool as he dragged them painstakingly up his legs.
He shoved his t-shirt into the waistband of his pants instead of putting it back on, and tied his jacket around his waist. Iadmired his bare chest and the way his muscles looked as he put on his boots first, then my heels.
By the time he was done, I felt stable enough to stand on my own. Brushing down the front of my dress, I looked back at the lounger.
It was soaked.
And most of it wasn’t water.
“I feel like we need to leave an apology note and some cash for the cleaning bill,” I said.
West rolled his eyes. “They’re rich enough to cover it, I’m sure. Probably just buy a whole new chair anyway.”
He had a point, and I didn’t have any cash on me. Mercer had taken my purse and shoved it into his heist bag before I climbed from the balcony, so I didn’t have much of anything.
“I’m sure they’ll install cameras after this, too.”
Looking around to make sure we had everything we’d come in with, West shrugged. “Or not. Why weren’t there cameras in here already? My bet is someone in this multi-million dollar mansion likes to fuck by their private pool and doesn’t want their security team watching.”
That was a good point.
Or maybe, there were hidden cameras and we’d given some security guy areallygood show.
“Maybe we should head out before someone comes in to check on the screaming,” I said awkwardly.
He snorted. “If there was someone close enough to hear the screaming, we would have been caught ages ago. You’re not quiet, little omega. But yeah, let’s go before Mercer and Conrad get too worried about you.”
His hand clasped mine, keeping me behind him as we headed toward the door we’d come in from. Before opening it, he paused.
“Do your best to stay on your feet, sweetheart. I don’t plan on carrying you if your legs give out.”
I went red, placing my free hand on my trembling thigh. “I’m fine!”
He lifted an eyebrow at me, a smirk curving his lips. “If you say so.”
Then he opened the door and led me back out into the cold, dark evening.
For the record, I totally managed to stay on my feet, but he would have caved and carried me if I hadn’t.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
TALIA
Mercer may or may not have given me a very disapproving once-over when West and I arrived back at the Residence last night.
