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Shane straightens. "What."

"Why are you surprised?" Ilya asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "You knew this, I told you this."

"I thought you were just running your mouth," Shane says. Making it up because you knew it turned me on, he doesn't say. He glances back at Marley, who is now openly staring at him with a look on his face that Shane has no idea how to interpret. "What - what did he tell you?"

"What didn't he tell us." Very fucking helpful, Marley, thank you. "He got really detailed about you. Pretty sure Carmichael's jerked it to you more than once, he always got excited when Jane was brought up."

Shane's stomach twists, and he can't tell if it's embarrassment or something else.

"You all got excited," Ilya says, grinning. There's a glint in his eyes, a shark that's just spotted blood in the water. "Always wanting to hear more about my Jane. I tried to tell you no, she's a good girl, wouldn't want me talking about her like that, and you'd say a good girl doesn't leave marks like that."

Shane swallows. He feels warm, his head spinning. He should be telling Ilya to shut up, shouldn't he?

"You looked like you'd been mauled by a tiger," Marley says, clearly remembering a specific instance. "And don't act like you didn't love to brag. Always talking about Jane's fat ass and how much she loved sucking your cock."

"You didn't," Shane says numbly, mortified. Skin buzzing with it.

Ilya's hand settles on his thigh, but he's not looking at Shane, doesn't bother answering him. "You would brag too, if you had a girl so hungry for you she's getting on her knees in the doorway as soon as you step in the room."

Shane wants to protest. He can't, because it's true.

Marley seems to pick up on that. "I always thought you had to be exaggerating."

"I never exaggerate about Jane. Why would I need to? Eager slut like that, already sounds too good to be true."

"So when you said she once rode you for almost an hour..."

Ilya shrugs. "My Jane likes a challenge."

Marley whistles, impressed. Shane doesn't look at him, can't anymore, but he can feel his eyes on him, hot like a brand.

"And that she likes it when you fuck her tits?"

"I don't have tits," Shane mutters, face flaming.

Ilya's hand squeezes his thigh in warning. Hush, darling, the men are talking. "Her perfect perky little A-cups. Look even better when I've marked them up."

"And that she lets you cream pie her ass?" Marley's voice has gone hushed, almost awed.

"Lets me?" Ilya repeats. "No, she begs for it."

Shane is on fire. He's so turned on he can hardly breathe.

Ilya isn't done. "She's unbelievable, Marley, a wet fucking dream. I do whatever I want to her, slap her ass, spit on her, choke her with my cock, doesn't matter. She's begging for more."

His hand has been stroking Shane's thigh as he speaks, inching higher and higher. It's still a shock when his fingers brush against his cock and Shane let's out a shocked, breathy, mortifying noise.

"You see?" Ilya says, unbearably smug.

"Fuck," Marley breathes. "You lucky son of a bitch."

Ilya hums. "Very lucky. And you are very sad, hearing all this and knowing you can never touch."

Marley barks out a laugh. "Oh, fuck you, man."

"If you ask nicely, though, maybe I will let you watch."

Shane startles. He looks at Ilya, who's watching Marley, lazily curious. Marley's eyes are darting between the two of them, looking conflicted but clearly interested.

"Jane won't mind?" he finally asks.

Jane, still. It shouldn't be this hot.

"We just went over this, no?" Ilya says.

He finally looks Shane's way, gaze sharp, daring him to protest. To pretend he doesn't want this.