Page 28 of Redline Communion

“Ash.”

The way she whispers my name almost makes me lose whatever patience I have left. She bends to Talia, playfully licking her clit, inexperienced enough that I can see her thinking through what she’s doing, but Talia takes hold of the back of her head and guides her where she wants her.

I push deeper, slowly, trying to savor every second because I have no idea when I’ll get this chance again. Talia’s breathing turns ragged while Lorelei gets more confident between her legs, and finally I’m all the way inside Lorelei. I grip her hips and start moving.

I’ve wanted her for so long that finally having her under my hands feels almost unreal. Every rule I built around this disappears the second she pushes back into me asking for more.

“Fuck, princess. Your pussy is like a vice around my cock. I can’t get enough.”

I smack her ass and drive into her harder, my control thinning with every thrust. Fuck, she feels even better than I let myself imagine. Talia’s legs begin to shake as Lorelei keeps sucking, and a few seconds later Talia comes harder than she has all night.

It should make me jealous that Lorelei is making my girlfriend come harder than I can. It doesn’t. I’m too busy watching.

Talia pulls Lorelei up and kisses her, licking her own taste from Lorelei’s lips.

“Well, these two can’t have all the fun, can they?”

I fist Lorelei’s hair and pull her back against my chest, tipping her head until I can taste Talia on her mouth too.

“Fucking divine,” I groan against her mouth as I drive deeper.

One hand moves over her breast while the other stays tangled in her hair. I pinch her nipple as I thrust harder, pulling another moan from her. Then I slide my hand from her hair to her throat. I know how much pressure I’m using, and so does she. Her body presses back into mine, and I tighten my fingers and fuck her harder.

With one hand around her throat and the other on her breast, and her pussy squeezing my cock, I lose whatever control I had left and fuck her until the orgasm hits hard enough to make my whole body lock behind her. I come deep inside her, and I don’t even care. All I can focus on is the sound Lorelei makes before she comes too, soaking my cock as she shakes against me.

Fuck. I’m never going to be the same after this. Now that I’ve had her, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to whatever the hell we were before, because I need her, crave her, want her, and some possessive part of me is already insisting she’s mine no matter what I have to do.

I slide out slowly and kiss her shoulder.

“Well, well, well.” Talia grins at her. “Look at you, you little minx. Squirting and soaking my boyfriend with your cum. Yummy. Mind if I have a taste?”

Lorelei nods enthusiastically as she comes down from the high and looks up at me. I know that look. Whatever just happened in my head, there’s something answering it in hers.

Talia shifts beneath Lorelei’s open legs and pulls her down onto her face. She laps up the mess we made while I lean forward and kiss Lorelei, and she mewls when I bite her lower lip and drag my tongue against hers. The kiss is sloppy and messy, and somehow that feels exactly right for the three of us.

Eventually Talia drops back against the pillows, satisfied, while I keep kissing Lorelei. When we finally separate, Lorelei and I settle beside her. I end up in the middle with one woman on either side, so I pull them both against my chest and kiss the tops of their heads.

“We definitely should do that again,” Talia says. “That was fun.”

Lorelei laughs. So do I.

Nobody says what again would mean. For once, none of us seems interested in defining anything. We let the silence settle and eventually drift off wherever we happen to land.

I wake sometime near dawn on the guest-room floor with Talia’s head on my chest and one arm numb beneath her. For a few seconds, I have no idea where I am or how we ended up on the floor. Then I see Lorelei curled on the far side of the bed above us, one bare shoulder outside the blanket, and the night comes back in pieces: her hand in my shirt, Talia laughing against my neck, somebody knocking something off the bedside table and none of us caring enough to check what broke.

I don’t move. Talia’s breathing is slow and even, and Lorelei hasn’t stirred. The room smells like sweat, perfume, and whatever candle somebody burned in here before we took over the place. My neck hurts, my mouth is dry, and I feel like I slept for ten minutes and ten hours at the same time.

I ease out from under Talia and pull a blanket over her before standing. Outside, the last of the party guests are leaving, headlights sweeping across the circular drive and disappearing through the gates one car at a time. Alistair pays a small fortune to keep the lawn perfect, but from up here, with tire tracks cutting through the wet grass near the curb, it almost looks used. I stand at the window until the final car is gone.

I don’t know what last night means for me and Talia, and I don’t know what it means for me and Lorelei or whatever we’ve been building since the kitchen. Rafe’s face tries to enter the conversation, and I’m not ready to have that conversation, so I climb into bed instead.

Lorelei doesn’t wake when the mattress shifts. I settle beside her without touching, close enough to feel her warmth through the blanket, while Talia stays asleep on the floor, one hand curled where my chest used to be.

Nobody says anything, and by breakfast I’m sure we’ll all be very good at pretending the silence means nothing.

Chapter eight

The Rite Has a Rulebook