Chapter 22 #2
I eased off my legs, crossing them instead, letting my spine settle—and tried not to think about how natural that touch felt.
Luca’s hand dropped to my knee now, his thumb brushing in soft, slow circles. The kind of touch that made it hard to think straight. That made you forget why you were even in the room.
Then he nodded toward the tray.
“It’s your turn.”
The line still sat there. Untouched by me.
My pulse thudded louder.
“Unless this was your plan,” Luca added, his voice quiet but sharp. “Get us caught with drugs.”
“ Payback, ” Bastion murmured behind me. His tone wasn’t biting—just… curious. Testing. “For how I spoke to you.”
I blinked. Realization slid in like a cold blade.
They weren’t just teasing me.
They were watching. Waiting.
This wasn’t about the cocaine. Not really.
This had turned into something else entirely .
A trust test.
The line wasn’t the line anymore—it was a question.
I looked between them slowly. And then down again.
“Why would I get payback?” I said softly, my voice steady even though my chest tightened. “You were right.”
And before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned forward.
Took the line.
No hesitation. No flinch.
Just silence.
Until I felt it—Bastion pressing closer behind me, brushing the softest kiss against the curve of my shoulder.
His lips stayed there for a moment longer than they needed to.
“ No, ” he said, voice barely above a breath. “I wasn’t.”
The cocaine hadn’t even hit yet.
But they had.
That heat. That closeness.
That unbearable tension stretching between us like a live wire.
Bastion’s lips stayed near my shoulder, the soft breath of his voice sending shivers down my spine. He hadn’t moved his hand from my waist, thumb brushing lazily against the edge of my rib. Not groping. Just there.
Luca’s hand was still on my knee under the table, slow circles turning slower. Deeper. He moved just slightly closer, his thigh brushing mine now.
“You didn’t even blink,” he murmured, voice low like a secret. “ Good girl. ”
The praise shouldn’t have done anything to me.
But it did.
It wrecked me.
The way he said it— soft, certain, like I’d done something important. Like they were proud .
Bastion hummed behind me. “She’s always been a good girl,” he said, and then his hand moved higher, over my stomach from behind. His palm was warm. Grounding. “Even when we didn’t deserve her.”
I didn’t know where to look.
Didn’t know who to look at.
Luca leaned forward, slow, resting his forearm on the table beside mine. “You didn’t set us up,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “You let us in.”
My lips parted—but I didn’t speak.
I just nodded.
Because I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t matter. It did. It mattered more than anything.
And they knew it.
Bastion’s hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, just enough to feel skin. His palm was warm against my ribs, thumb tracing small, soothing motions—like he was reminding me I wasn’t alone.
“We should reward that,” Luca said. Not smiling. Not joking. His voice had gone husky. He looked down at where his hand rested on my knee—then back up at me. “Don’t you think, Bastion?”
“Mhm,” Bastion murmured behind me, pressing his chest closer to my back now.
My heart was thundering as I slowly leaned back against him, letting my spine touch his chest. He held me gently, arms caging around me without force. His lips brushed my temple.
Luca reached out, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and just looked at me.
“You trust us now?” Luca asked softly, his other hand still warm on my knee, thumb circling like it had all the time in the world.
I nodded .
Just once.
My voice caught in my throat.
And then I felt Bastion lean closer behind me, his breath hot at the shell of my ear.
“Then let me really apologise.”
His lips brushed my jaw— barely there, the kind of contact that stole air before it gave warmth. His fingers moved from my waist, brushing the hem of my skirt. Slowly. Lazily. Like he had every right.
Like I wouldn’t stop him.
Because I didn’t.
His hand trailed over the outside of my thigh, then slid inward. A featherlight graze, moving just slow enough to make me ache. My breath hitched. My legs parted just a little more where I sat cross-legged—without even meaning to.
Bastion’s fingers reached the top of my inner thigh and paused.
Luca’s voice came next, soft but darker now. Rough around the edges. “Would you like that?”
I blinked, turning toward him just slightly. His eyes were already on me.
Dark. Heavy. Careful.
My lips parted. But the words weren’t there yet.
Bastion’s fingers stayed right where they were—firm but unmoving. His hand cupped the tender inside of my thigh like he already knew the answer and was just waiting for me to say it out loud.
The silence was thick. Electric.
And Luca’s gaze dropped to my mouth.
He looked like he wanted to taste whatever answer I gave.
Bastion’s lips brushed my jaw again. A whisper, not a kiss. “Let us really apologise. ”
His fingers slid up the inside of my thigh— slow, careful —like he was afraid I’d vanish if he moved too fast.
Luca’s voice came next, low and coaxing. “Would you like that, baby?” His hand smoothed over my knee again, warm and sure. “If we really said sorry… the way you deserve to hear it?”
I couldn’t speak. I nodded.
Bastion’s fingers reached the top of my inner thigh, just below the hem of my skirt, and paused. He exhaled against my ear, voice barely more than gravel. “Need to hear you say it.”
“I want it,” I whispered.
Luca leaned closer, his hand sliding higher, mirroring his twin. “You want us to make it better?” His tone turned more possessive. “Let us take care of you now. Like we should have from the start.”
I nodded again, breath shaky.
The softest kiss landed on my neck—Luca. Reverent, like he was making a vow.
Bastion’s palm flattened gently over my stomach, holding me still. “You let us touch you like this, baby, and it means something. You hear me?”
I did. I heard every word like it was burned into me.
“You trust us now?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Then Bastion’s voice turned velvet-dark, possessive and firm . “Then let us show you what that means.”
His hand curved around my hip like it already belonged there. Like he’d been waiting years to claim it.
“We’ll be gentle,” Luca’s fingers ghosted along the hem of my skirt. “But don’t mistake that for soft, baby. We’re not going anywhere. And you’re not walking away from this the same.”
Bastion didn’t move .
He stayed behind me, his chest warm at my back, legs bracketing mine like a silent shield.
And I didn’t move either.
Didn’t want to.
His fingers traced lazy lines along the inside of my thigh, the motion soothing and electric all at once. Like he was memorizing me. Like this mattered.
Luca was still across from us, his eyes locked on mine. That stare— god —it always undid me. Calm. Quiet. But so fucking intense it made me ache.
His palm rested on my knee now, thumb moving in slow circles over bone and skin.
“You’re shaking,” Luca murmured.
“I’m not scared,” I whispered back.
“I know,” he said. “That’s what makes it worse.”
Luca’s fingers traced the inside of my thigh—slow, patient, like he had all the time in the world to study me. He stopped just shy of where I was pulsing , his touch deliberate. The air left my lungs.
Then Bastion’s mouth found my neck.
“Are you wet for us ?” he whispered, lips brushing the spot just beneath my ear, warm and possessive.
My breath hitched.
I didn’t have to answer. He could feel it. So could Luca.
Their hands moved in tandem now—one of them pressing two fingers against me in a lazy, tormenting circle while the other began easing inside. Slow.
“ What a good girl,” Bastion murmured, the edge of a smile in his voice. “Being ready for us so soon…”
Their touches deepened, but they didn’t rush. I could feel it in every pass of their hands—the restraint, the control. Like this wasn’t just about touching me.
It was about claiming me .
My head fell back, instinctively resting against Bastion’s chest. His arm curled around my waist, anchoring me there between his legs while his other hand continued stroking deep and slow between mine.
“That’s it, baby…” he said into my hair. “Lean back into me. Just enjoy it.”
My lips parted on a shaky exhale as Luca shifted forward. He didn’t say anything—just cradled my jaw in his palm and tilted my face toward him.
And then he kissed me.
It was a kiss that pulled me apart—full of heat and want and every unspoken word they’d never said. His tongue slid against mine, slow and coaxing , while his fingers never stopped working me open.
“You don’t have to think,” Bastion whispered, his mouth brushing along my shoulder now. “ Just feel. ”
And I did.
I felt everything.
I shattered quietly.
No warning. No scream. Just a soft, strangled gasp as my body gave in— trembling between them, every nerve ending lit with heat and relief. My thighs clenched, hands grasping for anything, and found Luca’s forearm while Bastion’s grip around my waist only tightened.
They didn’t stop.
Not right away.
Bastion held me steady as Luca’s fingers slowed their rhythm, guiding me through the last waves like he couldn’t bear to let me go too fast. The world fuzzed at the edges, my skin prickling from the release. It wasn’t just physical.
It was something else. Something deeper.
I was still between Bastion’s legs, My back against his chest. His hand flattened across my stomach now— grounding. Warm. Steady.
“ Breathe for me, ” his voice low against my ear.
I obeyed without thinking.
Inhaled.
Exhaled.
Bastion gently kissed my ear. “That’s it. That’s our sweet girl.”
My body slowly returning, nerves still buzzing, but steadied by the weight of his touch.
Then I felt Luca.
He leaned in from the side, his lips brushing my cheek — not rushed, not demanding. Just there.
“Slow, baby,” he whispered, against my other ear. “Come down slow for us.”
His hand slid up my thigh again — firmer now, anchoring me with pressure. His palm splayed wide, fingers gripping gently like he was reminding me where I was. Who I was with.
Bastion tightened his arm around my waist, drawing me back into him, grounding me deeper. The muscles of his chest pressed to my spine. The rhythm of his breath against my shoulder.
I blinked.
My pulse stuttered.
But I was breathing steady again.
Luca leaned in and kissed me.
Soft. Slow. Like I was breakable.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Because when he pulled back, I saw it— in his eyes.
He looked proud of me.
Just for breathing.
Bastion’s hand came up, curling under my chin.
He turned my face toward Luca— slowly, deliberately —like I was something delicate and precious to be positioned just right. His thumb swept over my lower lip once. Then again.
“Open your mouth for me, baby.”
I did.
Without hesitation. Without thought.
“Good girl. Clean our fingers,”
Bastion held me steady, tilting my chin slightly as he whispered against my temple.
“Start slow. One at a time.”
Luca didn’t say a word—just watched me with that quiet, heated stare as the first finger slipped past my lips. I closed around it. Slowly. My tongue brushed over him, tasting myself, my pulse fluttering wild beneath my skin.
“That’s it,” Bastion murmured against my ear. “That’s our sweet girl. Just like that.”
He coached me through the second and third, keeping my face angled perfectly for Luca. His voice steady. Possessive. Praising.
When Luca finally withdrew his finger, Luca’s gaze met his over my shoulder—something silent passing between them.
Then Luca moved in.
He took over where Bastion left off, his hand replacing his brother’s beneath my jaw.
This time Luca positioned me for his brother. Holding me. Thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.
“You’re learning so fast,” he said softly.
Bastion lifted his hand—two fingers and offered them slowly.
I didn’t wait this time.
I leaned forward, guided by Luca’s grip, and closed my mouth around them. I licked them clean as Bastion let out a soft, ragged breath—the kind that made my chest feel tight and my thighs want to press together .
“Fuck,” he muttered . “ She’s perfect.”
“And now,” Luca murmured, brushing a knuckle down my jaw, “say thank you.”
My lips parted, still flushed, “Thank you,” I whispered, breathless.
Bastion ran his thumb slowly over my bottom lip. Gentle. Possessive. Like he needed to feel what they’d just done to me. Needed to mark the place my mouth had taken them in.
“And do you accept our apology?” Luca asked, his voice lower now. Serious beneath the softness.
I nodded. Letting it settle in my chest.
Bastion leaned in, his mouth brushing the edge of my ear. His breath warm. His voice darker.
“Pity,” he mouth brushed my ear, “I could still think of other ways to say sorry.”
His lips pressed to the side of my head.