Chapter 43 - Tagan

I knocked on Thane's door.

"Come in," he called.

Tove was coming down the hall, adjusting his sleep pants over his junk. He raised his eye at me.

I shook my head and turned into Thane's bedroom. And stopped dead. Sweetcheeks was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Naked. Her hair was slicked back with moisture as she patted at her skin with a towel.

Thane had a satisfied smile on his face as he lounged back against the headboard. "Ask away, Stretch." He shot me a smile and a wink.

I looked at the lady in question. "What's up, sweetcheeks?"

She nibbled her bottom lip. "I just got to ea—er, umm—blow Thane's head."

He winced and laughed. "Give head, suck my cock, blow job, Stretch."

She turned back to me. "Right. Those things. And now I feel all empty and achy."

I held my breath. There were only two of us left and she only had one available opening. I raised my eyebrows. "And?" I needed her to spell it out.