Chapter 30 #2
When I squeeze her throat before letting go of her, she whimpers slightly, and I pour every single reassurance I can muster into the space between our mouths.
I finally pull back, but my lips don’t go far, trailing down the curve of her jaw to her neck, where I sink my teeth in.
She gasps, and I soothe the sting with a soft kiss, letting my lips linger against her skin as I whisper, “Can you steal the card back for me later?”
She chuckles. “You’re the fucking worst.”
“And you love me for it,” I reply, pulling back to catch the sparkle in her eyes.
Levi pipes up from beside Ezra, his voice dripping with drama. “God, you two are disgusting. It’s like watching a horny soap opera.”
Ezra glares at him. “You literally kiss me like that everywhere. Public, private, doesn’t matter.”
Levi grins wickedly. “It’s called affection, Ezy. Look it up.”
Sparkle laughs against my chest, and I tighten my arms around her, leaning down to kiss her hair, or rather, her wig.
This is it.
Chaos, banter, love.
My kind of family.
My kind of perfect.
Let’s hope it’s still like this after shit goes down.
“Come on, Sparkle.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders, feeling the tension ease out of her as we start toward the mansion. “Let’s get upstairs, and you can tell me all about what you found.”
She reaches out, grabbing Alaric’s hand as we walk.
“Bye, lovebirds,” she teases over her shoulder at Levi and Ezra, who are now fully in their own world. Levi’s poking Ezra’s cheek, and Ezra just shakes his head but doesn’t stop him.
“Try not to spend all night making out,” I call back, smirking.
“Pot, meet kettle,” Levi shoots back, flashing a cheeky grin before Ezra pulls him closer, murmuring something we can’t hear.
We head inside, and I keep my hand on Sparkle’s back as we climb the stairs to my room. The second the door swings open, I catch sight of the chaos. Parts of drones and gadgets scattered across the desk and floor, wires tangled in ways that would make anyone’s brain hurt. Oh, well.
“The key card worked.” Alaric sits down on the edge of the bed, looking thoughtful. “The maintenance room is… a lot. But it’s manageable. The plan will probably be that Nova takes my part with the car, and I’ll handle the Heights.”
“I get to do the car?” Sparkle’s brows lift as she pulls off the wig and lets it fall to the floor. “Really?”
Alaric nods, a faint smile pulling at his lips. “You’re better suited for it. And honestly? I think you’ll enjoy it.”
She lights up, her grin widening. “Oh, I will.”
I raise a brow, leaning against my desk. “You sure you can handle the planks on the roof?”
She shoots me a glare, crossing her arms. “You think I can’t?”
I hold my hands up in mock surrender, biting back a laugh. “I’m sorry I dared to question you, Sparkle. Please don’t hurt me.”
Alaric shakes his head, clearly amused, as he pulls the key card from his pocket and tosses it to me. “Here.”
“Nice.” I catch it effortlessly and place it on the desk next to the one I already made for the Belmont Plaza. “I’ll make copies for everyone. If anything changes last minute, we’ll all have access to everywhere.”
“Good.” Alaric leans back on his hands and shifts his hips. Those pants are way too tight. “I don’t like the idea of any of us being stuck if things go sideways.”
I nod, feeling the weight of that for a second before my grin returns. “Okay, now that we’re all set… Sparkle, did you enjoy my little video earlier?”
“You mean the one you so graciously flashed Ace with too?”
“Did I?” I huff a laugh. “Sorry, bro.”
He shrugs, completely unbothered. “Not the first time I’ve seen your dick, man.”
Nova’s jaw drops. “How?”
I smirk, leaning forward. “Oh, that’s a story.”
“It’s really not. I was with him when he got the tattoo. You know, the star?”
Nova blinks. “Wait… what?”
“Yeah. And I told him I didn’t need to see the end result, but here we are.”
“Ah…” I snicker. “The first time seeing each other’s junk is always special.”
Alaric side-eyes me. “You’re the only dick I’ve seen.”
“I love that I’ve been your first.” I grin wickedly.
I catch Sparkle’s expression faltering, and my grin immediately fades.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she murmurs, brushing it off. But I’m not buying it.
“Don’t nothing me.” I cross the room, sit next to Alaric on the bed, and tug her into my lap. “Tell me.” I grip her chin, tilting her face up so she has to meet my gaze.
She glances at Alaric, unsure, but he gives her a subtle nod. She takes a deep breath before confessing, “I promised Ace... I promised him he’d get all my firsts. But I didn’t keep that promise. I thought he was gone, and I… I turned into a whore after that.”
“Fuck that.” I crash my lips against hers roughly. It’s not anger at her. It’s the kind that comes from loving someone too much to stand their self-loathing. When I pull back, I press my forehead to hers and murmur against her lips, “Haven’t I told you not to call yourself that?”
It’s a command, but there’s more to it. I need her to believe it.
I kiss her again, softer this time, but I can feel her guilt still lingering between us. I study her, taking her in, and then, because I know her, I push the words that will make her snap out of it.
“Well, Sparkle baby. Have you had all of your firsts claimed?”
“What do you mean?”
I slide my hand down her back, fingers gripping her ass. “Did someone…” I trail off, letting the question hang, watching realization dawn in her wide eyes.
“No.”
“Huh.” My grin turns absolutely wicked as I give her ass a sharp smack. “Seems like we found something Ric can claim as his first.”
Alaric huffs. “Sy, I haven’t had sex for years before… two days ago, and now you want me to take her ass? I have no idea how to make that good for her, and—”
I cut him off. “You guys let me stay and help?”
Sparkle’s gaze flicks between us, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
Oh, she’s all for it.
Her teeth catch her bottom lip and fuck, the way her eyes shine with trust and need makes my heart clench. But when she turns to Alaric and sees his nervous expression, the heat in hers dampens slightly. “You don’t have to.”
Alaric searches her face, his blue eyes softening, the war within him written across his features. “Do you want to?”
She nods, and something clicks into place. The tension breaks and shatters into a thousand glittering pieces.
“Okay.” Alaric exhales. “If we fuck louder than the voices in my head telling me that this is a bad idea, it could work.”
A slow smile curls my lips. “Oh, we’ll be louder.”
“Fine.” Alaric rolls his eyes at me, “How… how do we do this?”
I put Sparkle on her feet before I stand, too, my gaze fixed on her as I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. “How about,” I drawl. “We start with losing those awful uniforms.”
I’ll keep my sweatpants on, though. There’s no need to make Alaric even more uncomfortable. I want to help, after all.
I’m just here to stretch my girl’s asshole.
Her eyes trail down my chest to my sweatpants, lingering on the ink winding across my skin. The hunger in her gaze makes my pulse quicken, her fingers already opening the buttons on her shirt.
Fuck, I love the way she looks at me.
She shimmies out of her bra, and my mouth goes dry. Her tits are perfect, her nipples already tight. My gaze snaps back to her face, and the smile on her cheeks makes my cock twitch.
I barely register Alaric fumbling with his buttons beside us. Sparkle notices, though, and steps in to help him. Her hands brush his away, and she unbuttons his shirt slowly, kissing each inch of skin she reveals, making him shudder beneath her touch.
“You’re fine,” she whispers to him, her fingers tracing his chest. “You’re safe with us.” When he’s naked, she steps back and peels off her pants and thong in one smooth motion, standing bare in front of us.
Jesus Christ, she’s stunning.
My gaze rakes over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of smooth skin, the way her chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths.
Her eyes are blazing when she steps up to me and pops onto her tiptoes.
Her fingers slip into my hair, tugging at the back of my neck, her request clear, so I bend to meet her, powerless to do anything but.
The moment our lips meet, I’m gone. Her tongue teases along my bottom lip before she deepens the kiss. A low groan escapes me, my hands finding the sweet curve where her back meets her ass, and my thumbs stroke her bare skin.
She hums into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight through me as her hands slide up my stomach, fingertips tracing the ridges of my abs. The light touch sends a shiver down my spine, and my cock throbs, going rock-hard in seconds.
God, she ruins me.
I break the kiss to catch my breath, and she grins up at me, eyes sparkling, then she sinks back down onto her heels.
“Fucking tease,” I mutter.
She laughs, then turns to Alaric. He’s standing there naked, his cock hard and his face a mixture of need and uncertainty. Sparkle closes the space between them, presses her body against his, and captures his lips in a kiss that’s so gentle, I can almost taste it.
When they break apart, his eyes are still wide, but there’s something steadier there now. Something that looks a lot like trust.
“All right,” I murmur, reaching for Sparkle and guiding her to lie on the bed. “Let’s get this party started.”
I climb on too, leaning over her and brushing my nose against hers. “We’re going to take this slow. There shouldn’t be any pain, but if there is, you tell me, and we stop. Got it?”
She swallows, then nods. “Okay.”
Her chin lifts in silent invitation, and I meet her mouth with a kiss. I savor her, letting every brush of our lips pull me deeper under her spell while I stroke up and down her body.