Page 75 of The Moon & His Tides
“Miranda’s daughter, though?” When I nodded, Savannah laughed, and the sound was airy with relief. “Oh, well, of course, you should spend time with the girl. Her mother was just telling me she doesn’t quite fit in with the Eton class after growing up like a heathen surrounded by her father and truckload of uncles.” She shivered delicately. “She’s practically a boy herself, really. And she didn’t inherit any of her mother’s beauty.”
“Savannah,” I snapped, lungs compressed in my chest by the force of my anger. “Don’t speak about her like that. I’ve just told you, she’s my friend. Even if you can’t respect her, have enough respect for me to be kind toward her.”
Savannah blinked those huge, luminous eyes at me, suddenly looking younger than her years. An ingenue in a socialite’s dressings. “Sebastian… she’s just a girl.”
“She’s my friend,” I declared resolutely. “And if you think I’ll be flattered by your jealousy, you’re both wrong. You have…everything. Our power dynamic is already unbalanced. If you start trying to control who I’m friends with and what I do in my time away from you both, this won’t work.”
Alarm trilled through the car, silent yet blaring, quiet with a heavy bass like thudding hearts.
“Don’t be dramatic, darling,” Savannah said softly, leaning forward to brush her fingers against my shoulder as I pulledonto our street. “I’m… well, I’m sorry I was rude about your friend.”
“I’m not sorry we were jealous, though,” Adam added blandly, slouched insolently in his seat, eyes hot on mine in the mirror's reflection. “You’ve become ours, Sebastian, and if you say that wasn’t by your doing, I’ll call you a very poor liar. You knew what you were doing when you hooked us through the mouth and reeled us in. Now that you have us, you must suffer the consequences of our affection. Possessive and dramatic though it may be.”
I rolled my lips between my teeth as I pulled through the gates into the driveway, waiting until after I parked the car to look at them in the rearview.
“Shouldn’t you have matured past petty jealousy?” I asked, though it was mostly a tease, to show them that all was forgiven.
Savannah’s spine softened back against the leather seats, and she looked truly relieved in a way that made my heart skip a beat.
She cares, she cares, my soul trilled.
“When you can’t stop thinking about someone, they quickly become someone you’re not willing to give up without a fight,” Adam told me.
Each word hit my heart like a fucking gong.
He cares too, he cares too.
Something like relief and hope and joy tangled together into euphoria that echoed through every atom of my being. Before I could second-guess my instincts, I was unbuckling and crawling over the partition into the back with Adam and Savannah. They were both on the short side of the L-shaped seating, which gave me room to sink to my knees in front of them and wrap both hands around each of their necks to haul them in close.
I kissed Savannah first, plundering her mouth like I owned it.
Like it was due to me. My right to take it as her…
Lover?
It didn’t matter. It was my right to take it because I washersand she wasmine.
I felt as if they’d drugged me with their proprietary affection. The slide of Savvy’s tongue against mine had never felt sweeter, the grip of Adam’s hand on the back of my neck never more claiming.
It was so easy to close my eyes and pretend all my dreams were reality just for this sliver of time in the back of the town car that had become the setting of so many pivotal moments in my life.
I slid my hand into the pocket of my jeans and flicked the switch on the vibrator remote I’d been toying with all night. The soft buzz of the toy filled the car’s interior along with Savannah’s soft gasp of pleasure.
“Did you change gowns because the other was ruined by the wetness seeping down your thighs all night?” I asked her, taking a more aggressive role with her than I ever had before.
Without ceremony, I pushed her thighs wide apart with my leather-gloved hands. I remembered wanting to touch her sweet pussy wearing the driving gloves the first time I laid eyes on her and marvelled briefly that I was able to do so now.
The only thing separating me from doing it right that moment was a thin wedge of cream lace hiding her from view.
I pulled her to the edge of the leather seat, ignoring her little squeak of alarm, and shuck off her panties in one pull. Leaving her thighs thrown over my shoulders so I was wedged between her legs, close to her pink folds, I used my thumbs to gently pull her open like the petals of a tightly furled rose.
My nostrils flared as the honey and musk scent of her assailed my senses, and I fixated on the pretty sight of her glistening pussy.
“She had to excuse herself twice during the party to clean up a bit in the toilet,” Adam told me, his voice rubbed raw by desire.
I didn’t look at him, but his gaze was sun hot against my cheek. “Good.”
Rubbing my thumb along the inside seam of her thigh, I dipped it inside her to test the grasp of her greedy entrance and grinned when she moaned at the loss as soon as I moved away.
