After Blaze withdraws his fingers, I answer, “So are you, boyfriend.”
Blaze lines up. “Okay. No preamble, because I think you’re completely loose for me already.”
“I am,” I agree. I sound so needy and desperate, but that hardly matters anymore. “Give it to me, Blaze.”
Asch’s hand slides across my stomach, and I inhale sharply as it drifts down and finds my clit again.
I’m so oversensitive that I’m not sure I can handle another climax.
Blaze’s thrusts are slow, languid, so unlike our usual frantic fucking. The pleasure builds slowly, in stages, so that I don’t even know how I get to the precipice again until I’m right there.
“Come for us,” Asch coaxes. His fingers work easily on my slick clit, rubbing just the right way, even as Blaze continues to fuck me so slowly.
I’m not sure who comes first, me or Blaze, but it all coalesces into a mess of intense pleasure.
I blink hard, and my vision is hazy with moisture.
Tears.
Shit, now I’m crying, too?
Blaze slowly pulls out, and cum drips out of me. It’s notunpleasant though. It’s not like I can move to clean myself off, anyway.
Blaze stretches out next to me and kisses my jaw. “You’re so fucking perfect, Pandora,” he says.
Isn’t that my line?
I tilt my head toward him so I can kiss him back. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, open mouths moving against each other.
After a moment, someone tugs at my hair, light but insistent. It’s River, who claimed the other side of me at some point. I turn my head to kiss him, too, and Asch reaches over Blaze to stroke my chest again.
“Perfect,” Asch echoes. “All of it.”
Not really.
So far from perfect, it’s pretty laughable.
“I almost got Samantha killed,” I point out quietly. “If you three hadn’t shown up…”
“You didn’t almost get her killed,” River says, his expression darkening. “That was all George Bouchard.”
“And wedidshow up,” Asch adds.
“It wasn’t Samantha in danger when we arrived,” Blaze says, quiet anger simmering in his voice. “Bobbi wouldn’t have survived if she’d killed you.”
“Agreed,” River says. “As it is, she’s lucky we let her go.”
Yeah.
I’m lucky.
And, right now, there aren’t even any shadows in the walls to tell me otherwise.
24
BLAZE
There’s something kind of bullshit about needing to attend classes while I’ve got so much going on in my life. Nothing about this marketing class is grabbing me. As soon as it ends, I’m ready to bolt. I can’t even manage a charming smile for Janet when she tries to approach me about the group project.
