Page 118 of Claimed By the Rockstars: Part Two

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now he's busy Googling them

PHOENIX

he's pacing

RAF

like a literal zoo animal

PHOENIX

just tell us you're alive

RAF

or at least tell us if you finished because this is getting embarrassing for all of us

PHOENIX

RAF NO

RAF

what? I'm being practical

AND

if I'd known we were taking a fuck break I would've wanted one too

considering I got, you know

cockblocked

by a giant viking

PHOENIX

I mean

I could get away from Carmine for a minute

RAF

I last longer than a fucking minute dumbass

Bells is shaking on top of me.

For a horrifying second I think she's sobbing, think she's realized she just let a disgusting monsterfuckher, but then the sound escapes. A wheeze, then a snort, then full hysterical laughter that makes her whole body convulse against mine.

"Carmine—Carmine thinks—Phoenix's spices—and Raf?—"

The names do the trick and my knot finally deflates the rest of the way.

I pull out with a grimace and a low growl.

Bells rolls off me onto the rooftop, groaning but still laughing. She lies there on her back beside me, jeans around her thighs, hoodie rucked up, mascara smudged, cackling at the fog.

"Get up," I mutter, sitting up and reaching for my belt.