Chance smirks as he gazes down at me. “Did you think we’d be sitting in the nosebleed section?”
I laugh. “No, I suppose not with the two of you.”
I expected good seats, but I didn’t anticipate the VIP balcony area to the left of the stage. If I leaned down, I could reach out and touch Benjamin Burnley whenever he jumps onto the speaker below us.
Stephen leans in as he shouts over the music. “These seats are much more private. Plus, I didn’t feel like getting into a fight in the mosh pit.”
I scoff, feigning offense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t get into fights.”
He tosses his head back and laughs. “No, you just cause them.”
Chance nods as his smirk turns into a smile. “I thought we were going to die that night. That chick’s boyfriend was the biggest dude I’ve ever seen—and I play hockey.”
Stephen pats my shoulder. “Before you shove a girl onto the ground, make sure her boyfriend isn’t Sasquatch.”
I shrug. “She got what she deserved. Flick your hair in my face multiple times, and you’re going to get shoved.”
Chance shakes his head. “My little rebel.”
The music changes and I cheer.Angels Fallis my favorite song. I hold my arms over my head as I belt out the first verse, closing my eyes and swaying to the melody.
Chance slides behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist, and his fingers skim along my exposed skin. I lean back against him, pressing against his hard body as he sings along.
Stephen moves closer to us, and I crane my neck to watch as he leans in and kisses Chance. My heart swells whenever I see them together, knowing how far they’ve come to get to this point—especially for a second time.
I try to move, to turn around in Chance’s arms, but his grip tightens on my waist and he holds me in place. Stephen slips his fingers underneath my skirt, and my eyes dart around to check if anyone’s able to see us.
“Relax,” Chance’s deep voice is at my ear, and I shiver.
“In front of everyone like this?” I ask.
“Let’s give them a show, pretty girl.” Stephen nips at my other ear. “You can be as loud as you want in here.”
His fingers hook into the holes of my fishnets, and he yanks. I gasp as he tears open the crotch, and finds his way underneath my thong.
“Think you can make our girl come before the song ends?” Chance shouts.
Stephen chuckles. “You know I can.”
His fingers swirl over my clit and I let out a loud moan, but the drums and bass swallow my sounds.
Chance slips his hand under my shirt and cups my breast. “Look at all those people down there, completely unaware that Stephen is rubbing that pretty pussy of yours. I wonder if the guitarist can see you from the stage.”
My core clenches as adrenaline courses through me, mixing with desire. “You okay with that, letting them see what’s yours?”
“Let them look.” He pushes up my shirt and tugs down one of the cups of my bra, completely exposing my breast. “Let them see what they’re missing.” He pinches my nipple at the same time Stephen slips his long finger inside me. “This perfect body of yours belongs to us. You haven’t given it to anyone else while we’ve been away, have you?”
I shake my head as sweat forms on my forehead. “No. Nobody.”
Stephen pumps his finger in and out of me before adding a second. I cry out, and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth. He kisses me, slow and sensual, the same way he’s working my pussy.
“You knew nobody could take care of this body the way we did,” Chance continues. “You were saving yourself for us, and you didn’t even know it.”
“I did though,” Stephen says as he rips his mouth away from mine. “I knew you would come back to us eventually.”
My chest heaves as the pleasure mounts, and I rock my hips against Stephen’s fingers. “Y-you did?”
“I did.” He taps on my necklace. “A circle is forever. There was never going to be an ending for us. We might have goneour separate ways for a while, but we were always going to come back around.”
