“How did training go?”

“Satisfying, I suppose. They all hit the mark, at least.”

Ana watches Gabriel over the rim of her cup, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she watches him take a sip, fingers curled around the warm porcelain because he felt stupid properly holding it between his big fingers.

It still looked cute in his large, dark hand, against the backdrop of his unamused face, hoodie pulled deep into his eyes.

She leaned farther back and closed her eyes, sighing softly as Jesse used her new position to nudge in farther beneath her skirt, tongue warm and soft as he was lapping eagerly through her folds with renewed enthusiasm.

Reyes’ gaze slid down, watching the shaggy back of the recruit’s head as he nuzzled in, bumping his nose against Ana’s clit and getting his scruffy little beard sticky with her juices.

“How’s that training going?” he asks, nodding towards him.

Ana grins and lifts one lovely, dark leg to drape it across Jesse’s shoulder, the fingers of her free hand carding through his tangled hair to tug and then decisively pull him back.

“Goes rather well,” she purrs, voice smokey. She uses her grip to turn Jesse around, intentionally flashing her swollen, naked cunt at Gabriel who looked indecisive for a second what to stare at – Ana’s lovely pussy or Jesse’s sticky face, eyes glazed over and slanted back towards his prize.

“If only he were as focused doin’ his fuckin’ workouts as he is eating pussy,” Reyes rumbles. Ana laughs at him – a little breathless after letting go of McCree and he surges back beneath her skirt with renewed vigor.

She can’t help but cup her breast, squeezing it and pinching one erect nipple through the fabric of her dark blouse. Gabriel doesn’t complain about it – just as she figured.