Page 67 of Beautifully Shattered
I stiffen at being caught, but then he presses his lips to my hair in a soft kiss, and I know that even though he’s mad, he still cares about me.
It feels very… unconditional.
Something I’m not used to.
“Right now, though, all I want is for you to remember what it feels like to be safe in my arms.” He strokes my back in comfort, and I nod against him, tightening my hold around his middle, burrowing into his side.
At some point, I must drift off again, floating through a weightless, dreamless space… because the next thing I know, I’m rousing to what sounds a lot like… panting.
Tensing, my eyes snap open to find myself spooned back against Ringo’s chest, and only feet from where we lay are two figures writhing in the other bed.
“Shhh.” Ringo’s hot breath fans quietly over my ear. “They think we’re asleep.”
As the sleep clears from my eyes, I blink until the figures make sense.
It’s JD… and Jols.
Oh.
Snapping my eyes shut, because now I feel like a peeping Tom, my heart races at the sight of watching other people together despite all the sex I’ve seen play out at the Western.
But this is different. We are in an enclosed space. This feels private. Intimate in a way that feels like we’re trespassing.
And then, just when I think Ringo is surely going to pull the blanket over my head and cut off the sight, he leans close and whispers in my ear.
“Keep watching, Angel.”
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Agrin pulls at my lips as my Angel obeys my words, slowly prying her lids apart to watch our friends entangled in a frenzy like they can’t fucking control themselves.
I know the fucking feeling.
Abbey had been asleep for a while when I heard their boots on the porch. She’d rolled over, and I’d kept her close, wanting her to feel my arms around her, even in sleep. She didn’t even stir when they came into the room, Jols whispering and giggling quietly.
So naturally, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
It was purely for Jols’ benefit. I’ve seen JD fuck more times than I can count. Hell, for the last couple of years, he’s been my own live porn star, putting on private shows with women so I could jack off in peace, without the Doxies trying to get a piece of me.
Whereas Jols has never done anything but stand on the sidelines and watch the orgies at the club. Never participating.
“I’m gonna eat your sweet cunt, Babydoll,” JD whispers, trailing kisses down over Jols’ bra-clad tits, which is the only thing she’s wearing now.
Babydoll…I’ll have to remember to give him shit about that later.
Abbey’s legs squirm a little under the blanket, and from where I’m propped on my side with pillows behind me, I can see her eyes are still on them. Locked on the show unfolding in front of us.
My eyes flick back to the couple, lost in their own world. JD’s head is now buried between Jols’ thighs, and Abbey’s breathing deepens as we watch Jols arch her back, her hands fisting into JD’s hair, her lips parting in a silent moan.
I’m horny as fuck. My release in the shower earlier only scratched the surface, barely taking the edge off. And now, as my Angel squirms again, clearly turned on by what she’s seeing, I decide we can take a little ofour ownpleasure from this moment.
Sliding my hand from Abbey’s stomach, I graze my fingers down to her panties, my eyes on the side of her face as she bites her lip, before pressing my fingers over the fabric. Right against her clit.
Well, there’s a sanitary pad in the way, but I can still feel her through the padded barrier.
Abbey stiffens, but a moment later melts against me, shifting her top leg wider to give me better access, and I fucking smile.
My Angel is horny again.
