Page 59
He laughed lightly against my head, his hair puffing some of my hair. “The story of mine combines with that thing I haven’t told you about.”
I lifted my head, holding his gaze.
His gaze met mine before falling to my lips. He brushed his thumb over my cheek, lingering. “I know I need to tell you about it. Of anyone who’ll know about it, I think you’re the least likely to judge me, but it’s still scary to talk about.”
“And Cass doesn’t know?”
He shook his head, drawing me back to his chest, resting his head on top of mine. “My parents don’t even know the full extent, but they saw enough and booked it out of here. Can we—can we wait? Just for a few more days.”
“Of course.” I stepped away, taking his hand in mine. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Wait.” He pulled me to him, cupping the back of my neck. As my front hit his, gently, his mouth dipped to meet mine.
I could’ve sighed from contentment. Peace. That’s how his kiss felt to me. How he tasted as his lips moved over mine, asking for permission and I opened for him. His tongue slid inside. We kissed, holding each other, until a throbbing took root in me. Squirming against him, our kisses grew harder. Demanding.
His hand slid down to cup my ass. He lifted me.
My legs wound around his waist.
He caught me under both of my legs and walked into the bedroom, shifting to the side to open the door. Using the moon to light the path, he slowly laid me down on the bed where I’d been resting. The sheets were still folded back from when I left. Cassian was splayed out on his stomach, but as Lee lowered me on the bed, Cass woke up.
“Oh—oh. Hi, guys.” He laughed in a sleepy tone. “What a great way to wake me up.”
Lee muffled some laughter against my mouth, but ignored him, kneeling between my legs.
One of my hands gripped his hair as the other reached blindly for Cassian. My fingers found his hand and he threaded our fingers together. At the same time, Lee held himself above me, lifting his head enough to ask, “Can I?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but I opened my legs wider for him. Permission.
His eyes darkened, and his mouth found mine again at the same time he lowered himself to me, grinding his hard-on against me.
It felt so good. Both of them, as Cassian joined in, his mouth finding my throat. Lee was grinding against me, one of his hands moving to grip my hip, holding onto me as the other cupped the back of my neck.
I lifted my hips, grinding back against Lee and my free hand found Cassian’s shoulder. I pulled from Lee’s mouth, seeking out Cassian. He surged up, his mouth fitting perfectly to mine. Lee’s mouth fell to the other side of my throat, tugging the strap of my tank top aside and he was sucking on my shoulder.
God.
He was leaving a mark.
A part of me felt alive at knowing his mark would be there, but the other worried about if I wore—no. It was October. End of October. I wouldn’t be wearing a tank top anywhere others could see, so mark away. Please.
I groaned at my own thoughts, my throbbing growing.
I needed—I wanted—what did I need? I yanked myself away from Cassian’s mouth and pushed him back.
He went to bed only in a pair of Lee’s shorts so I took in the sight of his lean and ripped chest, his stomach at the same time I nudged Lee to get off me.
He lifted himself up. To the side.
Both boys waited to see what I wanted.
I pushed up, swinging my leg over Cassian’s, straddling him, but my own hand went to his shorts. I paused at the waistband, my eyes meeting Cass’s for permission. He was watching me, his eyes molten with lust and he bit down on his lip, nodding. “Fuck yeah, babe. You do whatever you want to do to me.”
Lee chuckled again, fitting himself to the side of me. His mouth found my throat again, sweeping my hair to the side for better access.
I lifted up and pulled Cassian’s shorts down enough until his hard cock sprang out. Then my hand wrapped around him. A low and deep groan left him as he fell down to the bed, one of his arms covering his eyes. “Fuck. God. That feels so damn good. Holy shit, Cole.”
I held my hand up to Lee’s mouth and waited again.