Chapter 35 Darby
DARBY
Henrik’s palm closes around the front of my throat, his thumb digging into my chin. He pulls me back, arching me in a bow, and I can only remember the way he moved on stage with his guitar. He shifts me to suit him. Playing me. Bending me like an offering to Ren.
Even while he begins to slide inside me.
Ren pushes on my knee, spreading me wider across Henrik’s legs, so he can get more access. Even while his friend begins to rock up into me. My brain is hiccupping. Short circuiting. Not enough oxygen. Filled with Henrik, thick and wide, while Ren teases me with his tongue.
It’s so dirty. Erotic. Knowing he’s licking us both. I don’t think either of them swing that way but evidently it doesn’t matter.
As long as I’m between them.
Henrik tightens his fingers on my throat incrementally. Testing me. Watching my response. His fingers wide. Letting me feel the strength of his hand. Knowing he could close off my windpipe entirely. Control my breathing. Control me.
Ren groans, slurping up around my clit.
“His response says you like that,” Henrik growls soft and low in my ear. “I like knowing you trust me, babe. That’s such a fucking turn on for me. Nobody’s ever trusted me like you do. I fucking love it.”
He moves harder, driving up into me. Pushing me against Ren’s mouth.
Rocking us both. Pressure builds inside me.
Heavy and intense. Scary, to be honest. Overwhelming.
I’ve already climaxed more than I ever thought possible.
Each one harder, more devastating. I grip his forearm, digging in my nails.
Holding on for dear life—but also warning him.
I don’t want him to stop. Not exactly. But…
He loosens his grip slightly, gentling his touch. “Too much?”
I nod, sucking in a hard breath. My mind insists I’m about to pass out. Hyperventilate. Die. Of pleasure. Is that possible?
He strokes my throat in long, soothing strokes. Up and down the front of my body. Between my breasts. Back up to my face. Grounding me. Steadying me. Letting me catch up.
“That’s my good girl, letting me know what you need. I’ve got you, babe. Always.”
His words only ramp up the tension coiling through my muscles.
“Please,” I rasp out.
“What do you need, babe?”
I open my mouth. Close it. My eyelids flutter as the crushing wave builds. Rising. Blowing winds tearing me apart. I fumble for his hand. Pull his fingers up to my face. So I can wrap my lips around his thumb.
A rumble vibrates his chest against my back. He grips my chin harder, pressing on my tongue. “I can’t wait to put my cock in this sweet mouth. Suck her clit, Ren. We’re taking the win.”
Between one breath and the next, I’m back in the SUV. Sliding off the road into blowing, endless snow. White hot. That fear of being completely out of control. No matter which way I turn the steering wheel, I can’t stop the skid. I can’t do anything but ride it out.
But this time, I don’t need to steer. Henrik holds me safe.
His breathing is harsh and guttural as he pours into me. I bite down on his thumb. Too hard. Can’t help it. Everything clenches down, spasming with release. I’d scream his name if I could breathe. If I could make my brain work. Remember how to talk.
My ears throb with thunder. The crashing of drums. The pounding beat of their finale song.
No, that’s my heart. Trying to explode.
Slowly, the pressure ebbs. I find my way back into my body. Everything aches. Muscles quiver. My legs twitch. I must have come so hard I even managed to give myself a cramp in the bottom of my foot. Sweat drips into my eyes. Between my breasts. Already beginning to chill on my skin.
Gentle hands move over me, soothing the trembling muscles. Ren’s face is against my stomach, his hand gliding up and down my hip, his fingers moving as if he’s strumming the strings inside me. Like Henrik played me. Bending us. Rocking us.
I can still hear the music in my head.
His thumb is still inside me. His dick is still inside me, though softer.
Ren didn’t get inside me. Other than his tongue. I hope that’s okay with him.
Pulling his thumb out so he can rub the pad back and forth against my bottom lip, Henrik asks, “Everybody okay? You still alive, Ren? Or did we drown you?”
He looks up at me, swiping his tongue over his lips, his eyes slumberous. “Never been better.”
I rub my last two brain cells together. “Sorry. You didn’t get a turn.”
His eyes flare. “I did. Three times. This was the best experience of my entire life, and I’ve had a lot of highs. Better than the Olympics. Better than winning any trophy. Better than any wild hookup or party.”
I must have looked doubtful because he moves up higher, pressing soft kisses along my skin. “It was you. With him. Something I’ve always wanted but never been able to have.”
“And before you ask,” Henrik growls in his fake mean voice. “Yes, I loved every single second. I want to fuck you again. With him. Without him. However you want. Every night. Every day. The rest of my life.”
“Same.” Ren laughs. “But let’s get cleaned up first so we can destroy her—and the bed—all over again.”
I laugh too but I can’t help but wince at the same time. “I don’t think I can move.”
Henrik drags me up on top of him as he rolls toward the edge of the bed. “No worries, babe. We got you.”
He carries me into a gleaming ice palace bathroom of white, crystal, and glacier blue. He drags a white, fluffy towel out of what looks like a hamper and wraps it around me—but it’s warm and toasty. Then he sets me down on a cushioned bench and begins drawing water into a gigantic tub.
I look around in awe, drinking in marble and luxe fixtures. “This must have cost a fortune.”
“It did,” Henrik says easily. “But Ren can swing it. He might have been a reckless fool on the ice, risking life and limb without hesitation, but one thing he knows how to do is manage and invest money. He knew exactly what he wanted. I just had to put it together for him.”
“You built this,” I say slowly, connecting the little nuggets of conversations together. That’s how he knew where the light switch was in the hallway. Not only where the towels were—but that they’d be warm. How to run the complicated fixtures with precision temperature control.
“I built everyone’s homes, yeah. I still run a construction company though they don’t need boss man there to do the work nowadays. Got anything you want me to build, babe? I’ve got a few ideas, but I’d like to hear some from you.”
Aw. But also gulp. He’s thinking about building stuff. For me?
Am I going to be here that long? Even a she-shed like Mom’s would take a month or longer to build. Wouldn’t it? No one builds in the winter when snow’s a foot deep or more and the ground’s frozen solid.
He snags my chin, tipping my face up so he can lean down and glare at me. “I know that look, and I don’t like it.”
Before I can stop myself, I stick my tongue out at him. Then I stare at him, wide eyed, shocked that I’d even done something so childish.
He throws his head back, laughing like a grumbly bear. “That’s my girl.”
They bathe me. Both of them. Holding me in the water, sudsing my hair, letting me float and luxuriate in their care. I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m pretty sure I would’ve drowned if left on my own in the gigantic tub.
More warm towels. Soft voices. Murmurs. Lingering, slow kisses.
Blinking hard, I rouse enough to realize Ren’s the one carrying me back to bed. The covers are all turned back, everything straightened. Warm. Dry. He must have changed the sheets. No wet spot. Spots. Plural.
His words play through my head. “I did. Three times.” Just from touching me. Us. While Henrik fucked me.
My cheeks heat. But I can’t help but want more. Again. The image he gave me burns a hole in my head.
Ren stretches out beside me, his face an inch from mine.
His breath is warm on my mouth though he doesn’t kiss me.
He just looks at me, his fingers lightly stroking my cheeks.
Me too. My hands on his face. Tracing the line of his jaw beneath his beard.
The ink in his skull. His eyes gleam like polished silvery ice in the darkness.
“Did I melt the ice in you?” I whisper.
He captures my hand and presses a kiss into my palm. Folding my fingers around his face. “I feel like I’ve woken up to a shining new world that isn’t all blinding white.”
“Me too,” I admit, tipping my forehead to his, sliding my other hand around his nape. “I didn’t realize I’d lost all the colors in my life. Now it’s like I woke up.”
“Don’t go back, Darby.” His voice shakes, his breath catching. “You deserve so much more than an empty, colorless life. Let us show you.”
“You called me sugar on the road, but now you always say my name.”
His lips curl against my forehead. “I didn’t have your name at first. I didn’t know what you were. Now, I know, and your name is my most fervent prayer. A blessing I don’t deserve. My wish. My hope. My light. The fire burning in the window, calling me home. An oath I will always keep.”
My eyes prickle with tears. “It sounds like a song.”
“It is. I just have to write it down.”
Henrik glides back in like a silent shadow, carrying something I can’t quite make out in the darkness. “Help her sit up a bit.”
Ren props himself up on his elbow, his other arm curling around my neck and shoulders, lifting me up off the pillow. So Henrik can press a glass to my lips.
“I’ve got one for you too,” he tells Ren. “I already drank mine.”
The sweet taste of strawberries covers the saltiness of electrolytes.
Because of course Henrik would be the one to worry about us being dehydrated.
It’s so damned sweet and cute and touching.
To think about the giant of a man who crosses his arms over his chest with a mean glare going all the way down to the kitchen to mix up fresh electrolytes for us.
I drain the glass and lay my head back on the pillow. “Did Skadi make a mess?”
Henrik waits until Ren finishes his drink and then sets both glasses on the nightstand. “She’s having the time of her life. She dragged one of those fake-fur blankets off the couch and made herself a nest in the middle of the floor.”
Then he slides up behind me, surprising me with how aggressively he hugs me. Pushing me harder against Ren. They lock me between them, hugging me. Hugging each other.
And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt or seen in my entire life.