Page 57 of Storm of Stars
His cock twitched, his cum painting my tongue. I swallowed his every drop as I found my own release.
There was a glorious few seconds of stifled euphoria, then when his body and my body stilled, he helped me up and pressed an eager kiss to my lips.
“Bring me those fingers, love. I’m starving,” Thorne demanded. I shot a glance at Ezra who gave me a sated and satisfied smile.
He nodded, smacking me on the ass playfully as I took careful steps toward the front of the bus. I came to a stop near the open driver’s cage where Thorne was sitting, and without tearing his eyes from the road he opened his mouth for me.
It was sinful, dirty, and so incredibly hot as I slipped my fingers into his open mouth and he closed his lips around them. His tongue drank my release from them, and I had to bite my lips to keep from releasing another loud groan of pleasure. When he was sure to steal every drop from me, he let me pull my fingers back. He licked his lips with a devilish grin.
“Like a five-course meal, love,” he teased. I smacked his shoulder playfully.
“Now both of you, get some sleep,” Thorne said, his voice low but firm, the kind of command laced with care. His eyes found mine, steady and soft around the edges, before shifting to Ezra’s in the rearview mirror. “I mean it.”
I bent and brushed a kiss against his lips, quick and careful. A silent thank you, a wordless I love you, before pulling away before I could tempt him into more or distract him from the road ahead.
Then I turned to Ezra, whose eyes hadn’t left me. He looked exhausted but fulfilled. I leaned down, letting our foreheads touch for a breath before I kissed him too, short, sweet, but lingering just enough.
“Sleep,” I whispered against his lips.
He nodded, fingers brushing mine as I moved away.
I claimed the empty row behind him, curling up against the window as best I could. The seats were stiff and narrow, but I was exhausted enough to feel comfortable anyway. My body was worn and aching, but my heart felt light. Whole.
I closed my eyes and let the rhythm of the road lull me, the low hum of the engine and the occasional creak of the frame wrapping around me like a lullaby until finally, rest came.
I awoketo golden light spilling softly through the bus window, warming my cheeks. It was the kind of light that didn’t demand your attention but coaxed you gently back to the world.
Blinking against the sun, I sat up slowly, my muscles stiff but not screaming, just a quiet ache that reminded me I was still alive, still healing. And that felt like a gift.
There was a low hum of voices around the bus. Briar was behind the wheel now, alert and focused. Devrin and Ezra sat a few rows up, speaking in hushed tones, voices low and familiar. Across from me, Thorne lay curled into the bench seat, still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I smileddown at him, quietly grateful that he hadn’t been too stubborn to hand over the reins to Briar for a few hours of real rest.
I stretched, letting out a quiet groan as my spine cracked into place. It hurt, but in a clean, satisfying way.
“How are you feeling?” Ezra asked, his voice drawing my gaze. He was watching me now.
“I’m alright,” I said, studying his face. “You?”
He looked good. Some color had returned to his cheeks, and while the burns still peeked from beneath the bandages wrapped around his neck and arms, the skin looked better. Healing, if scarred. He’d carry those marks forever, but they didn’t seem to drag him down.
My stomach growled violently.
Ezra chuckled and tossed something toward me. I caught it midair, an apple, slightly bruised, but still firm and vibrant red.
“When did you get this?” I asked, examining it like it might be a mirage.
“When Briar and Thorne switched shifts,” Devrin answered from up front. “We passed through a grove on the outskirts of Steelheart, near the Wilds. Picked up some fresh stuff. Not a feast, but it’ll hold us.”
I nodded gratefully and bit into the apple. The juice exploded across my tongue, sweet, crisp, cold. It was possibly the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I closed my eyes for a second to savor it.
Then I glanced at Ezra again and felt a slow blush creep into my cheeks.
Okay. Maybe not themostdelicious thing.
“How close are we?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Any minute now,” Briar called from the driver’s seat. She met my eyes in the mirror and grinned. “Good morning, beautiful.”
The compliment sent a flutter spiraling through my chest. I smiled back, warmth blooming across my cheeks. “Good morning,” I replied softly.
