He didn't have to speak, but I can tell he's fighting his urges to fuck me when he unbuttoned his black shirt, stripping it off and wrapping it around me. I buttoned the rest of it, while he picked up his jacket from the ground, tying its sleeves around my waist to cover my bare thighs.
My panties are too ruined for me to wear, but he pocketed it still in his pants after he pulled his pants back on. I was about to tell him to leave it, when he lifted me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I giggled, legs kicking against his side, thinking how ridiculous we must've looked. Him, shirtless, while I'm dressed in his clothes, blood across our faces and bodies looking like we've fucked on a blood bank.
"Stop kicking me or I'll punish you for real," he bit out, clicking the door open.
"Then I'll just execute my revenge on you again," I retorted wickedly.
"Brother?" I heard Rayna call out when we passed through the suite.
"Rosie!" Angelo called.
