Cain's POV
I woke with the weight of two bodies against me, the desert light already hard and gold through the glass wall. Sally’s head was on my chest, her breath warm across my n****e. Tae’s thigh was thrown over both of us, her hand resting low on my stomach, her fingers still curled as if she had fallen asleep mid-claim. The sheets were a wreck of oil and c*m and sweat from the night before. My c**k was already thickening against Sally’s hip.
I shifted just enough to feel her stir. She made a soft sound and pressed closer. Tae’s eyes opened a second later, dark and clear.
“Morning,” she murmured, her voice rough. Her hand slid lower, found me, and gave a slow stroke. “Still hard for us.”
“Always was,” I said. “Just stopped pretending. Ive always wanted to have the both of you toget
