Kaspar panted, turning off the treadmill and jumping off. He grinned at her and wiped his face off. "Hey," he said, standing before her. He was shirtless, showing off all his glory, and flushed from the run. "Ready to get to work?" He walked over to a private gym room, where there was a two way mirror. They could look out at all the guys, but they couldn't see what they were doing. "How was your mother doing this morning? Better now that her children are home?" He smiled at that, standing with his hands on his hips.
Bronte's orgasm washed over her, making her moan and throw her head back. When she settled down, she flopped down on to his chest and curled up on top of him. Her head rested underneath his chin, and her eyes were closed. Oh, God. She was addicted to him, but it was a different kind of addiction. She wanted to be with him until the end (whenever that was), and she didn't care what anyone had to say about it. "I'm not going home," she murmured, sniffing, "Not with me brother. He will never let me see you again, Rehv."
Bronte's orgasm washed over her, making her moan and throw her head back. When she settled down, she flopped down on to his chest and curled up on top of him. Her head rested underneath his chin, and her eyes were closed. Oh, God. She was addicted to him, but it was a different kind of addiction. She wanted to be with him until the end (whenever that was), and she didn't care what anyone had to say about it. "I'm not going home," she murmured, sniffing, "Not with me brother. He will never let me see you again, Rehv."