Cole did not make it to the car first.
He got me as far as the black corridor outside room three, my back against cinderblock, my legs around his waist because they would not hold. The tablet woman was gone. The hall smelled like cleaner trying and failing. I was still leaking Dax down the inside of one thigh, still open from the fist, still shining with other men when Cole shoved his c**k into my cunt in one stroke like he had been holding it since Vance said my name.
I cried out into his mouth.
It was him. Same angle I knew. Different body under it — I was sloppy, stretched, used, and he had to feel every load that was not his. He f****d me standing in the hallway anyway, brutal, the back of my head kissing the wall, his jeans still half on.
“That’s mine,” he said against my teeth. “
