What it’s still doing to me.
“You alright, Sierra?” Luke says.
“Fine,” I reply automatically.
My body is still keyed up, every thought dragging me back there. It’s hard to swallow. I chew the same bite over and over until it turns to mush.
Aside from Luke, and maybe Reid, no one else seems to notice, too busy with their own conversations.
As soon as breakfast is over, I make a beeline for my room, shut the door, and dig through my bag.
Thank God I brought my vibrator.
I tear it open, slide a fresh battery inside, and climb onto the bed, kicking off my pants as I do so.
Moments later, the vibrations hit me, and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound that threatens to escape. It’s more intense than usual, sharper, deeper—probably because my mind is still stuck on what happened earlier.
On him.
I picture Talon above me, his hand between my legs, his eyes locked on mine. Then, without consciously deciding it, I find Luke is there too, his fingers threading through my hair, that knowing smirk on his lips.
“You enjoying yourself, pretty lady?” he murmurs.
My breath shudders. My body arches as pressure builds low in my stomach, heat rippling through me.
This is going to hit hard. I can already feel it.
Fantasy Luke drags his mouth down my neck, one hand closing over my breast, teasing my nipple before taking it into his mouth. The sensation is so vivid I gasp.
“Relax,” a third voice joins, and I hate that it’s him. Reid. His imaginary hand feels very real, warm against my stomach, his voice soft, seductive. “Let go, baby. Just let go.”
“Oh God.” I’m right there. On the edge. Teetering. I press the toy deeper inside me, my body tightening, toes curling?—
A loud knock slams into the moment.
I jerk violently in shock, slipping off the bed and crashing onto the floor.
CHAPTER 12
Luke
Amuffled thud is followed by scrambling inside Sierra’s room. I frown and knock again.
“Sierra? Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” she yells, and the scrambling only intensifies. When I press my ear to the door, I hear her mutter, “Shit, did I lock the door? I don’t remember.”
“Shall I come in?” I call out, my hand reaching for the door handle.
“No! Don’t come in!” she almost squeaks. “Just wait there. I’m fine. I was… resting.”
I don’t trust that for a second. I’m about to open the door anyway when it swings open and Sierra pokes her head out, staring up at me, face a little flushed, eyes wide.
She blinks a few times, then says in a tone trying way too hard to be casual, “Hi, Luke. I didn’t know you’d be stopping by. Did you need something?”
“Yeah. Your ass in a pool of ice next to me.”
She blinks, completely lost. I raise a brow, waiting for it to click. When it doesn’t, I sigh. “You said you’d do the cold plunge with us, remember?”