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.

"And, as long as I can keep my butterfingers, I was wonder