Page 114 of The Grief We Hold

Wraith grins. “We don’t need the clubhouse. Just be quiet.”

The temperature drops as we step into the cool shade of the trees. A woman’s laughter cuts through the rustle of the leaves, and Wraith tilts his head in the direction of the sound.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

He stops for a second. “Honesty. Are you curious?”

My initial thought is that it’s wrong. That it’s a violation of privacy. “It lacks consent.”

“Smoke and Nola fuck everywhere in the clubhouse. They’re both exhibitionists. If they knew we were watching, it would increase what they get out of it.”

I want to say no. I want to go find Wraith’s bed in the clubhouse. But only because it’s safer.

Expected, even.

I look up at Wraith, and whatever he sees written on my face has him kissing me tenderly. “Fucking beautiful watching you struggle with what you think is right and what you actually need,” he says. “Do you trust me?”

The nod comes unbidden.

“Then come and show me what a good girl you can be for me.” He takes my hand and leads us deeper into the trees until we can see Smoke and Nola, but hopefully they can’t see us.

Wraith’s chest presses up against my back, his hands stroking down my sides. “I like watching too,” he says as his lips clamp down on my ear.

Smoke is on his knees, and Nola is naked from the waist down, one leg over his shoulder while he eats her.

Her head is thrown back in ecstasy.

Wraith’s fingers hit the hem of my sundress and begin to slide it up my thighs slowly. “You see the way her thigh is shaking, holding that position, too scared to move because it feels so good?”

His hand drifts to the top of my white boy shorts. His fingertips dip below the waistband, and I gasp when he reaches my clit. But he doesn’t stop there.

“Fucking drenched,” Wraith whispers. “That’s my girl.”

Nola cries as she comes, and my hips buck as I get a contact high.

When Smoke stands, his face is intense. He drops his jeans enough to free his cock, and I can feel Wraith rub his erection between the cheeks of my butt.

Smoke rolls a condom on, then turns Nola so she faces the tree. When he pulls her hips back, she bends forward, placing her hands on the trunk.

As he thrusts into her, Wraith slides one of his fingers deep inside me. “You know what makes it hot for me?” His voice is a raw whisper that makes me shiver.

“What?” My mouth feels dry, my skin burns.

“How primal it is. When someone forgets who they are, who they should be, and just fucks hard.”

Wraith’s fingers move at the same tempo as Smoke’s hips. “Please,” I hiss.

I need something, anything. I want to come. My knees shake like Nola’s.

Wraith unzips my sundress all the way down, undoes my bra, smooths a hand around my ribs, and reaches for my nipples.

“Give in to it, Blue,” he says as he tugs and twists my nipples before biting the skin between my neck and shoulder.

Sensations explode within me. I can’t decide what’s causing it. It’s like every part of my body is wired to detonate at the same time.

A cry escapes me, but I find it hard to care. I slam my palms onto the tree trunk next to me as my knees shake.

Wraith’s fingers are jammed inside me. I can feel them as everything in me tightens and releases in hard, pulsing waves.

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