Page 103 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“That a new bus?” I ask, and Jonah hums.
“A win for Savvy.”
He doesn’t elaborate, and he doesn’t remove his arm from my shoulder.
“Thanks,” I say. He doesn’t respond until we’re almost to the buses.
“You sure you want this, sweets?”
His voice is dead. His words cryptic. When I don’t answer, he stops and looks down at me. His blue eyes, once again, are red-rimmed. His face emotionless.
“Yes or no.”
Slowly, I give him a single nod, and then he starts walking again. When we get closer to the buses, I notice the extra security surrounding them, but no one bats an eye at me. Jonah just slips past them, and within a few more breaths, we’re stepping up between the two buses.
My feet stop immediately, and a ringing fills my ears. The noises don’t break through until my brain fully processes what I’m seeing.
“Didn’t even make it to the bus this time,” Jonah says pointedly, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Torren and Sav. He’s got her pressed against the bus, his hands cupping her face as he kisses her ravenously. Opened-mouthed and sloppy, all tongue and teeth.
He never kissed me. Not once. It’s such a devastating thing to realize in this moment. An eye-opening detail brought to light too late.
Then my eyes fall lower to his pumping hips.
To his jeans around his knees and Sav’s legs wrapped around his waist.
He’s fucking her. He’s fucking her against this bus.
If the flexing muscles in his bare ass and the aggressive thrusting didn’t give it away, the grunting and moaning does. Even the darkness can’t disguise it.
Tears prickle my eyes as I watch, but I can’t look away. Not until Torren moves his mouth to her neck and Sav turns her head in our direction. The way her face is twisted up in pleasure makes me want to vomit. I’m half a breath from turning on my heel and bolting when Torren opens his eyes, and they land right on me. They land, and they stick. They stay on me, freezing me to the spot, until his eyes clamp shut and his mouth falls open on a groan.
Of all the things I thought would happen when I came back here, watching Torren King come inside Sav Loveless wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
“Don’t take it personally.” Slowly, I tear my eyes from the horrific scene before me and look up at Jonah. He’s lighting a joint. “He doesn’t keep groupies around long.”
It’s the killing blow. The knife to the jugular. I turn and bolt.
I run the whole way across the park and back to the campsite, and when I find Becket, I grab his wrist and pull him into our tent.
“Fuck me,” I command, and he blinks at me.
I strip off my tank top, then unbutton my shorts.
“I’m only giving you this chance once. You want to fuck me? Fine. But make me come first.”
28
CALLIE
PRESENT DAY
Back in my hotel room,I fling open the closet door and tug out my duffle bag.
I throw the duffle on the bed, then head back to the closet with the intention of packing my shit, but when I glance at the hangers, I groan.
Nothing here is mine. None of it. Torren gave it all to me, and it feels like bribery now.
I take the duffle into the bathroom and start throwing my makeup and toiletries into it. I find the few articles of clothing I brought from home and shove those into the duffle as well.
