Chapter 14 #2
I experienced living in the past. My revenge was driven by that place of wild, burning hatred for what The Unseen stole from me. I could help Jonah move on. I could put aside my conflicted emotions toward them for another day. Right now, I wanted Jonah to feel good in his body.
“Can I help?”
They stiffened, and Jonah stared at me open-mouthed. Ray let out a short, ragged exhale.
“Like how?” His pupils expanded.
This was reckless. Messy. The ink-black midnight spilled over us like a protective bubble. I would fling caution and logic away for the night.
“I could…” My fingers slid between his thighs as I tiptoed to whisper. “Like in the sauna?”
His breath whooshed out as I dragged my nail across the heated belt of his abdomen.
Ray had unbuttoned his jeans already in their frenzied make-out, and how easy was it for me to slip my hand inside his underwear.
His warmth dragged a soft moan from my throat.
His heat and hardness pulsed in my eager hand.
I wanted to be soft, but his size overwhelmed me.
He rocked his hips, making soft noises of encouragement as Ray eased his pants to his ankles.
Under the stars, caught in the wind, I moved my hand across his throbbing length. Pre-cum beaded at his head, and I gathered it with my fist, smearing down his cock.
“Now you,” I whispered to Ray.
His hand joined mine, and we created a beautiful rhythm together.
Jonah strained his neck, alternating between swearing at the sky, and staring at our joined hands in slack-jawed lust. He tangled his hands in both our hair, tugging and stroking his wordless need.
Ray looked between us, all shades of his playful, charming self gone. This differed from the games we played.
This was real. Raw.
Kiss him, I mouthed.
Ray fused his lips to Jonah’s and kissed him like he was drowning and Jonah was air. Fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. These two powerful men carving out a vulnerable space in each other’s chests. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. I was a bridge between them.
Three bodies. Three hearts. Broken, scarred and hurting. But for a breath, we were a tangled code of passion. We were a sequence that I’d see when my eyes were closed each night.
“Come for us, big guy.” Ray bit Jonah’s lip and kissed it.
I felt a phantom sting on my skin, and the heated pulse of lust rolled down my spine.
Jonah trembled, his ass clenched tight with each squeeze of my fist. His hips jerked forward, shoving his throbbing cock between our joined fingers.
His eyes glazed as soft, desperate moans fell from his swollen lips.
Jonah wasn’t a beautiful man. He was powerful, strong, and imposing. But as he unraveled from our joined touch, he was the most gorgeous sight I’d ever seen.
“Get on your knees,” I told Ray.
He scrambled to obey, grasping Jonah’s thick thighs. Jonah looked between us both, groaning in response. Words were lost on his lust-drunk tongue.
“Open your mouth.”
A husky chuckle left Ray as his mouth dropped open and his tongue stuck out. All I could think about was when I had done this for him. I’d been on my knees, muscles ruined and body shaking from orgasm. Ray had painted my tongue, and now he was about to do the same for Jonah.
“Soon,” Jonah gasped.
My fist flew down his length, urging him toward the edge I knew he wanted.
He would never deny himself the pleasure and passion Ray offered again.
His cock jerked in my hand as Jonah threw his head back with a roar.
Cum spurted from his cock in white ropes, landing on Ray’s panting mouth.
Ray palmed the hard lump in his pants with a low groan.
Jonah’s hand landed on the back of Ray’s head.
“F-fuck me.”
Ray swallowed with a gulp.
“Well, if you insist. But we only just got to second base.”
Jonah let out a dazed, incredulous laugh. His cock twitched in my fist, and cum dribbled out onto my clenched fingers. Blindly, I drew it to my mouth and tasted him. Musky, warm, and all Jonah.
What a fucking terrible idea.
The beauty of what we shared snapped, and I took a step back.
They weren’t my lovers. They were the men who threw me in a hole and left me to spiral.
The scent of sex lingered. Burned rubber and cum.
It was a combination I enjoyed too much.
My hungry pussy wanted more, which I refused to give.
This was about healing Jonah, and I’d done what I said I would. But I couldn’t go further.
“We should get going.”
Ray scrambled to his feet, spluttering protestations. I stalked away, needing to get in the car and away from this lapse in judgment.
“Lyra.” Jonah’s voice hit between my shoulder blades, and I froze. “We love you, and we always will.”
His words cut me deeper than I would ever admit, and I hunched over.
Arms snaked around my middle. Ray melted against my back, and his nose snuck into my hair.
The hug wasn’t tender, more like an anchor trying to hold a boat in a storm.
A tornado whirled inside me, but their touch wasn’t the cure to calming me anymore.
“It’s the truth, mia volpe,” Ray added his piece.
He peeled my fingers open and pressed something warm and hard into my palm. I wanted to scream for a second. Couldn’t they take the small piece I offered and be happy with it? Why did this feel like a complication on top of a shit show?
“It couldn’t ever be the same. You love a mirage, remember?” I whispered and dashed away from his hold.
I opened my hand and caught a sob at the necklace nestled there. The necklace Ray had gifted me a lifetime ago. When we made promises we knew we’d never keep. My ribs tightened around my thumping heart, trying to keep it safe.
That’s what I get for thinking with my pussy and not my brain.