Page 129 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“Like you want to eat me.”
I realize my mistake as a slow smirk turns up the corners of his full lips. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”
I force myself to roll my eyes instead of melting into a quivering puddle of lust. Because yes, that isexactlywhy I’m here.
“Can I come in, please?” I ask with false bravado, and he nods before opening the door wider to allow me to enter.
I feel his eyes on me as I walk past him. My heart is pounding so fast that I’m lightheaded, so when Torren gestures to the couch, I take a seat.
“Do want to get comfortable?” Torren crosses the room as he speaks to me, hands tucked into the pockets of low-slung sweats. I keep my eyes locked on his face instead of letting them drift lower. “I could get you something to drink. Wine? Water?”
I open my mouth to ask for a glass of wine, but then snap it shut again. I don’t want to suffer through small talk. I don’t want toget comfortable. I want to get fucked by two capable, gorgeous rock stars until my limbs cease to work and I pass out from exhaustion.
I shake my head and push to standing, then untie my robe, slide it down my arms, and drop it to the floor. The unadulterated need that passes over Torren’s face as he scans my body is enough to make my lace panties wet.
“That’s my favorite set. You look even sexier than I imagined.”
“You know what’s in my underwear drawer?”
He smirks. “I know every article of clothing in your wardrobe because I picked them out.”
My eyebrows shoot upward at the confession, but I don’t have a chance to speak before he’s closing the distance between us and running his fingers up the bare skin at my sides. My body erupts with chills, my stomach caving inward with a gasp.
“You have no idea how much I want to keep you to myself, Firebird.” Torren traces the outline of my lace bra, then presses his thumb to my swollen bottom lip. “But, fuck, I want to watch you go out of your mind with pleasure while we worship you, too.” I swallow roughly, then peek my tongue out to wet my lip, tasting the pad of his thumb. When he speaks again, his voice is a low rasp. “Is that what you want, baby?”
“It is.”
He grins. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. This is all about you. Anything you?—”
“I want all of it. Anything you did with other women, I want.”
A low chuckle sounds from the side of the suite, and I break eye contact with Torren to glance toward the sound. Jonah is standing in front of a bedroom door with his toned arms folded over his sculpted, tattooed chest.
“Anything?” he asks, stalking toward me like a predator on the prowl. “What if I’m into debasement? What if I want to degrade you? You want that, sweets?”
Something about the way he’s staring tells me he’s fucking with me, but I can’t be sure, so I arch a brow and ask, “Areyou into that?”
He steps up next to Torren, so they’re both peering down at me, then pauses for a moment. I tilt my head to the side and study him, waiting for a response.
Slowly, a small smirk forms on his lips. “I’m not.”
Jonah drags his knuckles up my arm, then lightly wraps his fingers around my throat. With Torren’s hand at my waist and Jonah’s at my neck, my pussy throbs, and I have to swallow back a whimper. Jonah’s smirk grows before he speaks again.
“I’m not into that. But I am into wrapping my hands around your neck while I fuck you. Iaminto fucking you while your boyfriend fucks you, too.”
He squeezes, tightening his hold on me. I swallow again, feeling the way my throat contracts under his palm. I flick my eyes to Torren and find him watching me intently with his pupils blown wide.
“Do you want that?” Torren rasps, and I answer immediately.
“Yes.”
Torren and Jonah trade glances, an unspoken question exchanged with a single look, before they both focus their attention back on me.
“Can I fuck your ass, Calla Lily?”
My eyes widen, and my breath hitches at the question that falls from Jonah’s mouth. Torren’s lips curl into another sinful smirk. The answer is a no-brainer, confirmed by the dampness growing in my panties.
I nod once. “Yes.”
