Wren’s POV
I was so focused on getting her off, I forgot to stop and soak in the moment like I did last time when it actually happened. Meaning… well… I’m still pretty f*****g hard.
She notices, of course. Alina notices everything.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she climbs on top of me and slides down toward it.
She smirks up at me from behind those thick, black lashes and asks coyly, “What does it look like I’m doing?”
And she tugs off my pants—and boxers.
I can tell from the way her eyes widen when she sees it that it’s bigger than Noah’s, and that pretty much makes my day—not that the rest of this experience didn’t.
But I put aside my pride when she reaches to touch me, and I say instead, “Alina.”
Don’t get me wrong—I want her to touch me. I want her to do a whole lot more tha
