Page 28 of Reckless Abandon
London grinds on top of Sage’s lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. The sound she makes – a soft, sensual mewl – has me taking my first step into the room.
Her head snaps in my direction when she hears my first steps.
Sage chuckles knowingly. “Your wish is my command.”
I’m not the same boy I used to be. I’m a man, with life experience, and I no longer hesitate when it comes to something I want. I am savage desire and wild longing and I know what I want now.
Them.
In three short strides, I’m next to the edge of the bed and I fall to my knees in supplication.
Because of my height, my lips are inches from her shoulder and I lift my hands to cup her face, pulling her down to meet me.
“London…I need you,” I plead, my voice raw with hunger. And then I look to Sage, who has dropped his hands behind him on the bed to lounge in a lazy as fuck position. “Can I have her?”
His lips curl in sinful delight, a smile worthy of the devil himself. It’s as if I’m making a deal for my soul.
But I already gave up my heart and soul ten years ago. No sense trying to win them back now.
Sage shrugs with one shoulder and cocks his head. “I don’t know. She’s not mine to give. You’ll have to ask her.”
I nod like a kid who’s been asked if he wants a present from Santa. My head snaps back toward London.
“May I?”
London’s smile vanishes as she looks between Sage and me, a myriad of questions and desire darkening her eyes.
She lays a hand against Sage’s rough jawline, and the other on my cheek. She slowly leans over to place a gentle kiss on my lips. It’s soft and perfect. A consent. An agreement. A desire.
Before she turns to do the same to Sage, she stares into my eyes, reading something there.
“On one condition.”
I will give her anything and everything. Whatever she wants. Just to be here with them tonight. She bites the corner of her lip. I’m fascinated with her tantalizing mouth as I stare between her mouth and down into the V of her nightie, noticing the peaks of her nipples that poke through, eliciting a thrill of excitement to my cock. My hand reaches out unbidden, my fingernails scoring over the tight bud.
“Anything. Name it.”
She doesn’t give me an immediate answer but palms her hand over mine to massage her breast, the silk of the material slipping down to expose the nipple. My mouth waters to taste it.
“Let him touch you, Cam. I want to watch.”
Sage and I both let out simultaneous curses.
“Oh fuck,” I say.
“Fuck me.” Sage sits up, no longer lazy and carefree, and grabs for London’s face, claiming her kiss with a fiery passion and heat. I hear him speak something against her mouth between kisses and he murmurs, “Thank you.”
I drop back to sit on my heels, a little shell shocked by her request.
The last time I let Sage touch me, it ended our friendship.
It ruined everything.
Maybe this is what redemption looks like. Forgiveness of my sins.
Giving in and giving up the ghost of past mistakes.
Coming to the realization that life is about letting go of guilt and anger and learning to love in any shape and form to find fulfillment.
