Chapter 24 #3
He doesn’t hesitate. He shifts closer, his thigh sliding against mine, his hand never leaving my stomach. His thumb rubs slow, lazy circles over my skin, dipping just beneath the hem of my shirt. It’s grounding and electric all at once.
His voice is soft in my ear, half laughter, half comfort.
“Alright, Hellcat. Picture this—Dex decides he’s a gourmet chef, right?
Three a.m. on the bus. He tries to flip pancakes, but Milo’s left the spray can of whipped cream too close to the burner.
Have you ever heard a can explode at three a.m.?
Shade nearly punched Dex in the face, and Milo screamed and tripped over the drum kit.
I swear, I still find dried whipped cream in my backpack sometimes. ”
As he talks, his fingers trace slow lines up my side, teasing the edge of my breast, just enough to make me squirm. Every touch is light and playful; it keeps my thoughts anchored to him and in the present moment.
He leans in, mouth brushing my jaw. “Or the time Shade lost a bet—had to wear Dex’s pink unicorn onesie to soundcheck. Milo got the entire crew to call him ‘Princess’ for the rest of the week. I’ve got pictures if you ever need blackmail material.”
I giggle, the sound shaky but real. Riot’s hand slips lower, smoothing over my hip, his thumb rubbing endless circles that send warmth rushing through my chest.
“Or Milo’s infamous stage-dive. Kid tried to crowd surf during our Denver show—misjudged the leap and landed right in Dex’s arms. They both went down, guitar strings snapping, me trying not to piss myself laughing.
Dex still claims he’s got nerve damage, but honestly, I think he likes the attention. ”
He nudges his nose against mine, his other hand slipping under my shirt to splay wide and warm over my stomach. His touch is patient, never rushing, never demanding, but every stroke pulls me farther away from the dark spiral in my mind.
“You feeling better yet?” he whispers, voice low, full of promise as his thumb brushes the underside of my breast.
I nod, words lost in my throat. All I can do is breathe and let myself sink into the safety and steady chaos that is Riot.
He grins, pressing his lips to my forehead, then my lips. “I got you, Hellcat. I’ll keep distracting you all day if you let me.”
“Keep distracting me,” I whisper, my voice small but needy, curling even closer to him. His hands don’t stop. One tracing light, lazy circles across my stomach, the other trailing over my hip, grounding me to every word.
He shifts so we’re nose to nose, his thumb sliding slowly and possessively over my skin. “You remember the first night we met—when you were upset outside the buses? That wasn’t the first time I saw you.”
I blink, thrown, and he keeps going, his lips ghosting my jaw.
“It was Omaha—first day of tour. I’d just rolled out of the bus, way too early, looking for coffee.
And there you were—this tiny, gothic tornado with a camera.
You were crouched in the grass, shooting photos of the stage rigging like you owned the place. ”
His hand glides higher under my shirt, skimming along my ribs, never rushed.
“I couldn’t stop watching you. Black hair with wild blue and green tips, skin all inked up, boots bigger than your head, totally focused—like nothing could mess with you when you had that camera in your hand.
I thought, ‘Damn. Who is she?’ I wanted you right then.
Didn’t even know your name yet, but I wanted you. ”
He chuckles, the sound low in his chest. “You finished up, checked your photos, and for a second I thought you were gonna leave. I was halfway across the lot, about to walk right up and introduce myself, maybe steal your camera to get your attention.”
His palm presses warm and sure against my heart, and I can’t help but shiver under his touch.
“But then Jasper beat me to it. He always moves quickly when he wants something. I watched him talk to you, and the way you laughed—God, I wanted to hate him for it. You made him look soft. He hasn’t been soft for anyone in years.
But I thought, ‘Shit, if it’s not me, at least she picked the only guy I’d ever let steal my thunder. ’”
Riot’s lips brush my forehead, his hand still stroking, keeping me anchored. “I never stopped wanting you, though. Not for a second. And now—having you right here, letting me touch you, hearing you breathe—there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this. To keep you.”
I can’t find words, only breath and the wild thump of my heart. Riot’s hands, his voice, the confessions I never saw coming—they’re all I need right now.
He smiles against my skin, pulling me even closer, and I let him—letting his stories, his hands, and his honesty distract me from everything except him.
Riot’s mouth crushes against mine, hungry now—his hands sliding up under my shirt, palms hot and sure. I gasp into his kiss, arching toward him, every nerve suddenly begging for more.
He pulls back just enough to look at me—eyes dark, lips parted. “Let me make you forget everything but me, Hellcat,” he murmurs, and before I can answer, he’s kissing down my throat, along my collarbone, lips and teeth and tongue worshipping every inch of skin he uncovers.
He peels my shirt up, his mouth trailing lower, pressing kisses over my sternum, my belly, down to the waistband of my shorts. He glances up at me, wicked, and slowly, so slowly, tugs my shorts and underwear down my thighs and off. I’m already shaking, every muscle tense with need.
He slides under the covers, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. The first press of his mouth is fire, and I nearly sob. His tongue is skillful and slow at first—drawing lazy, teasing circles over my clit, tasting every inch of me, savoring every sound I make.
He slides two fingers into me, curling them just right, and his tongue moves faster, relentless, hungry.
My hand fumbles in the sheets, clutching for anything, finally finding his hair and holding on tight.
I can’t think, can’t breathe, lose myself in the rush of heat and his voice murmuring against me, filthy and sweet.
“Good girl. You taste so fucking sweet. Cum for me, Sawyer. Show me how much you need it.”
I fall apart for him, coming hard and loud, my legs shaking, his mouth never letting up, drawing every tremor from my body.
I barely register Jasper moving behind me—I thought he was still asleep, but suddenly he’s up, crowding close, big hand finding my jaw and turning my face to his. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes, pride and hunger and something darker.
“Couldn’t sleep through that if I tried,” Jasper growls, voice rough with need. “You want a distraction, Little Sin?” He nips at my bottom lip, teeth tugging just enough to make me gasp. “We’ll give you two. Big. Hard. Distractions.”
He kisses me hard, tongue stealing every moan Riot pulls from me, while Riot’s hands keep moving, stroking my thighs, greedy for more.
JASPER
How the hell was I supposed to sleep through that? Sawyer’s moans, Riot’s filthy mouth, the way she falls apart—there’s not a chance in hell I could’ve kept my eyes closed. I’ve been lying here, hard as a fucking rock, listening to every sound she makes.
I finally gave up pretending. I sit up and swing my legs off the bed, planting my feet on the floor. Riot’s head is still under the covers, his hands gripping Sawyer’s thighs like he never wants to let go. But it’s her eyes I’m hungry for—wide, glassy, still coming down from that high.
I stand at the edge of the bed, grip my cock, stroking it slowly in front of her. Her lips part, breath coming fast, pupils blown wide. I don’t break eye contact.
“Open for me, Trouble,” I order, my voice rough, half a growl.
She obeys, mouth falling open, eyes locked on mine. I spit into her mouth—slow, messy, claiming her all over again—then slide the head of my cock over her lips. She moans, tongue eager, and I push in, groaning at the heat of her, the way she welcomes me without a second thought.
“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face, stroking myself deeper into her mouth, not letting up. “Missed this. Missed you.”
Riot finally pulls back, wiping his mouth, watching with a wicked grin as Sawyer takes every inch I give her, her hands curling around my thighs for balance.
I thrust slow and deep, watching her take it, loving the way she looks at me—trusting, desperate, hungry. My other hand grips her chin, thumb rubbing her jaw as I fuck her mouth.
“That’s it. Take it all. Show Riot who you belong to.”
I see her eyes flutter, tears prickling, but she doesn’t pull away. She leans into it, letting me take what I need. And fuck, do I need her.
Fuck, it’s kinda hot watching Riot down there—his head buried between Sawyer’s thighs, tongue working her over like she’s the only thing in the world that matters.
I keep thrusting into her mouth, slow but deep, my hand sliding down her stomach, fingertips teasing the soft skin just above her navel.
Riot glances up at me, his eyes dark and hungry. I see the challenge there, the promise. He dips lower, fucking his tongue inside of her, moaning into her pussy like he can’t get enough. I grin, rubbing her clit in tight, deliberate circles, feeling her hips jerk and her throat hum around my cock.
I lean over her, voice dropping to that filthy, gravel-deep growl she loves. “Look at you, dirty girl. One cock in your mouth, another tongue buried in your cunt—so fucking greedy for us, aren’t you?”
She moans around me, spitting, making everything wet and messy and perfect.
I rub her clit harder, pushing her right to the edge, not letting up. “Bet you love this, don’t you? Being our perfect little plaything, letting us do whatever we want. Riot’s making you cum with his tongue while you swallow every inch I give you. Good fucking girl.”
Riot pulls back just long enough to growl, “She tastes like heaven, man. Never getting enough of her.”