Page 207 of Falling in Reverse

I don’t move because putting them both in a room, I guess I can honestly say that being with Reeve is more unnerving in the sense that Torin may have a weapon on his person and he’s ready to make me bleed with it.

“Since I heard he’s fucked you and I want to beat his ass for it. However, he’s my brother, so I can’t take it out on him wanting you when you’re fucking sex in tennis shoes.”

“I think you’re both fucking crazy and need to get your heads examined.”

“What was that, Wildfire?” Torin leans over our joined armrest, the smell of cedar and woods filling my nostrils and reminding me of the man behind me. Of how he kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough. That he wanted to do things to me that he’s dreamed about in his head. “The movie is loud, and I can’t hear your retorts.”

“Leave me alone,” I leer, hating how close these fucking seats are together. “I’m busy.”

“Meeting someone?”

“I hope not,” Reeve professes as if he could give a fuck. “These seats are taken.”

Leaning back into my chair, my spine hits the semi-hard padding and I stare straight ahead at the movie.

“How did you find me?” I ask to no one in particular, the thought springing to my head.

“What was that?” Torin asks when I notice Reeve quickly moving his hand around in the air, then stops when I catch him.

“What are you doing, signaling codes to each other?” I accuse with knitted brows.

“Wildfire—” My middle finger in his face cuts him off, and he leans back in his chair when I notice both of their fucking hands are still on me.

I inwardly groan, pushing a cheek out with my tongue, in contemplation that three can play that game. There’s obviously no fucking personal space between us, so…

Slithering both of my hands between their propped arms, I’m on both their dicks at the same time, hearing Reeve’s hiss and Torin’s immediate grip on mine as if I’m going to yank him out from his jeans.

“What are you doing?” Torin grounds out through, I’m sure, clenched teeth. His semi-hard cock springing to life when Reeve’s was already rock-solid and ready for me.

“Touching,” I reply flatly. “I just had your hand on me so why not the other way around?”

“You’re really?—”

“Shhhh…” I hiss softly, even though there’s barely anyone here on a Sunday during the day. “Enjoy the movie since you couldn’t resist coming in here.”

“All for a different reason, McQueen,” Reeve barely gets out, aiming for me to stroke him harder through his tight jeans when he arches his back a little.

I turn my head that’s resting at the back of my seat. “Always for me, right?”

He sucks in a breath and gives me a curt nod, mocking my actions and coiling his head to face me head-on. “You know I haven’t fucked anyone since I met you. That’s not me.”

My brain likes that idea. It shouldn’t, but it does.

“Really? And why would you do that?”

“You know why, McQueen. You don’t have to say it, but I know you’re just as curious about me as I am about you.” I feel Torin move, and I give him a light squeeze to stay put, because I haven’t heard the rest of what Reeve has to say. “And I think you just turned into my only kind of type.”

My lips lift on their own because this man will not stop with the truth. Something I haven’t been getting enough of lately.

“There’s that smile, baby,” he muses with one of his own, appearing closer before he’s bent over the armrest. “I like it there for me and only fucking me.”

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to turn into a puddle?”

“Nah, that’s apparently my job since you got your hand on my dick.” I don’t wait for him to close the rest of the distance because I do it on my own, clasping his lips between mine and dipping my tongue inside the heat of his mouth.

His hand that’s still lying on my thigh squeezes the flesh there, silently telling me that he likes what we’re doing. That I just took the incentive.

That I may just like him.

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