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 c**k, blow job, Stretch."
She turned back to me. "Right. Those things. And now I feel all empty and achy."
I held my breath.
