Chapter 32
Alara
H is warm breath peppers kisses up one of my calves while my head rests comfortably on the pillow. I savor the way his soft hands feel on my skin, never imagining this is how I’d be starting my day.
Things may be moving fast, but when Nix gave his blessing to explore these connections, I had to see where this spark between River and me would lead. I run my fingers through his long, golden hair as Lane stands against the wall on the other side of the room, watching us.
“Tell me what you want, Alara,” River whispers against my thigh.
The way he says my name is heated and steady. It sends shivers down my spine, wishing he would use me in ways I’ve never been used before.
"Touch me," I plead, hoping this will be enough.
Lane’s eyes darken, and he moves closer. River is about to have me as his next meal, but what will Lane do? Is he going to try to stop him? Will he try to join? Finally, Lane runs a finger along the side of my cheek before saying, “I think she wants you inside her. ”
River’s tongue moves against my center, bringing my focus back to his gentle touch. He licks me again, making my back arch, and I savor every moment, secretly craving more. I tug at his hair, tangling my fingers tighter to guide his mouth right where I want it.
“Switch spots with me,” Lane tells River, making my eyes go wide.
I should protest, but I don’t. Instead, I lay unmoving while one man takes the place of the other. I squirm beneath Lane’s touch when he hooks an arm around one of my legs, placing his palm flat on my stomach. His other hand wastes no time plunging two fingers directly inside me.
River reaches into his pants to pull his hard cock out, and my mouth falls to the floor from the sight. He's so much bigger than I expected. That’s the thing about the quiet ones. You never really know what to expect from them.
Lane’s tongue flicks over my most sensitive spot while his fingers move in and out.
River begins stroking himself, and I don’t know who to give my attention to.
It’s all so much in the best possible way.
A deep ache forms in my core when the three of us begin to move in rhythm, and Lane's fingers curl to hit the perfect spot.
I cry out, panting like a needy slut. “Fuck yes!”
What the hell am I doing? What if Nix or Ender walks in? Would they try to join in too?
A sharp nip against my clit makes me yelp, pulling my attention back to the man between my thighs. Something inside me burns from the depravity as I desperately seek some resolve to my building pleasure.
"Yes," I cry out, feeling like a queen with how my body is being worshipped.
Lane whispers, "You were fucking made for us, the perfect little instrument ready to be tuned and played for our every desire."
I moan, chasing the high that begins to bubble at the surface. So close. I'm right there.
River finds his release before I do, his hips jerking while white fluid coats his hand. His mouth drops open, groaning my name, but something’s not right.
My eyes flick open as something shifts beside me.
I blink a few times, trying to get acclimated.
Oh my god. It was a dream. I just had a freaking sex dream about Lane and River!
I rub my thighs together, realizing I’m soaking wet.
My body is clearly wound up and craving the orgasm I was denied in my slumber.
Would it be wrong to just slide a hand down and touch myself? Nobody would know. I tilt my head up to see River sound asleep. I rub my thighs again like a grasshopper, hoping that even the tiniest motions will help release some of this tension, but I'm wrong. It only makes things worse.
He’s still sleeping, it will be fine, is all I think as I slide my hand between my legs.
Someone clears their throat, and I jolt upright, swinging my feet around to place them on the floor.
My eyes lock with Lane’s, and I can already tell by his amused expression that he’s going to be annoying. You have got to be joking .
"Are you okay?" His mocking tone makes me not even want to bother answering.
"I'm fine." I shake my head as he sips on what is likely a cup of coffee.
"The way you were rubbing your legs together over there had me thinking you were trying to play some sort of instrument." He laughs
‘The perfect little instrument ready to be tuned and played for our every desire.’ A flash of the dream floods my mind.
Instantly, I shake the thought away and get defensive. "I was just dreaming."
"Must have been a good one." He smirks.
"No idea. I don’t remember."
I glance back at River to see he's still sound asleep. The features of his face are relaxed, happy, actually, which makes Lane’s presence here that much more annoying.
"You were moaning."
"I was not." My eyes go wide, head whipping back in his direction.
"Were you trying to imitate a saxophone then or something?"
"What? No. Why would I dream about that?" That doesn't even make any sense.
"So, you do remember what you were dreaming about." He raises a cocky brow. “I knew it was a moan.”
"I said I don't, and it wasn’t a moan." I stand, still wearing Nix’s clothes, and walk toward him.
"Nice shirt, Saxophone." Those stupid brown eyes bore into mine.
"Can you not call me that?"
"Where's the fun in that?" He grins. "Better get back to Nix's bed, little saxophone. Don't worry. I won't tell him you were cuddling on the couch next to my boyfriend and having a sex dream."
"I wasn't having a sex dream." I shake my head, not sure of what else to even say.
I wasn't cuddling. I fell asleep, that's all. It’s not like I can control my dreams.
I stomp off, determined to put some distance between myself and Lane. This is all Nix’s fault. He’s the one who encouraged this, and now look at me. I’m having dreams about not one but two of them. How the hell are we going to survive this tour?