Page 27 of Reckless Abandon
My first thought is that maybe Sage is watching porn. From the sounds of it, that’s an easy assumption.
But it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from a TV or computer speaker. It sounds live.
Maybe he brought another groupie chick home with him tonight.
None of my business.
I turn toward the bathroom when I come to halt with the one word that would pique my interest enough to investigate what was going on in the bedroom.
His voice is low and smoky.
“London.”
I pull in a straining breath.
“Please, baby. I need this tonight.”
Chapter 17
Present Day
My own breath and heart rate accelerate a whoosh of blood to my head, creating a crashing wave effect in my ears.
Holy shit, they’re fucking. Or at least, getting ready to fuck.
I can’t stop my feet from moving me forward any more than I could stop an avalanche down a mountainside. My feet propel me toward the cracked door and like the voyeur I am, I peer in.
Sage sits on the edge of the bed facing the door at an angle, London straddling him as he peppers her neck with kisses. Her hands strum through his thick mess of dark hair, yanking his head in the place she needs his lips.
“I’ve missed this so much, baby.”
She hums with satisfaction, arching her back as his lips move down to her collarbone. London has on a short nightie, flimsy enough to see through in the soft light of the room. The skirt is hiked up so I can see the gentle curves of her ass, one of Sage’s hands spread out and cupping her flesh.
He pushes the nightie material up as he explores the skin of her backside. It’s smooth and shimmery, the golden tan hidden only by the waves of her hair cascading down.
“Mmm…I just wish…”
Sage stops his assault on her neck, tilting his head up to stare at her. I notice the crinkles at the corners of his eyes no longer lined with make-up. At least not tonight.
“What do you wish for, baby?” he urges, as she slowly rocks into his groin.
It’s a word that spears me in the heart. Brings me to my knees. Gives me hope and longing so great that I believe in miracles, in fairies and ghosts of the past.
The one word she murmurs has my cock filling with blood, thickening with need.
“Cam.”
Perhaps I let out a noise, or maybe it is intuition, but suddenly Sage’s eyes peg me and bore into mine. He notices me standing there, my hand over my groin, half naked as I watch them without permission. His gaze heats and burns through me.
He smirks, speaking the words directly to me even when he says to London, “Should we ask him to join us, baby?”
I shake my head, but he crooks a finger behind London’s back to beckon me forward. She still has no idea that I stand there, on the precipice of making a monumental decision. My mouth is dry and I’m in need of…fuck.
I need them.
Never letting his eyes leave me, he drags his mouth across London’s lips, sucking at her, making me yearn for her delicious taste. It kills me to watch and not partake. But it’ll hurt me even more not to join in. To take what they’re offering.
He wraps a hand around her hair, pulling it back with a hard tug. “Answer me, baby. Tell me how much you want Cam here with us right now. How long you’ve waited for him to fuck us again. Isn’t that what you want? For Cam to fuck your tight pussy and come inside you?”
