Page 37 of Samhain

“Miri?” Her breathless whisper coated my skin in adoration, and I ran to her, throwing myself in her arms the same way I had with Lex. My skirt flew up to my hips and my heels clinked together at her back as she caught me. Together, we laughed and we cried and we kissed.

God, we kissed.

Tears streaming down my cheeks, I held her face in my hands and devoured her soft, delectable mouth in front of her fiancé. It must have pained him to watch, just as it pained me to taste him on her lips. Of course, they had taken advantage of each other while they waited. I would have done the same, but a sharp stab of jealousy zigzagged down to my gut anyway. I wanted to be here with them. I wanted to be in the middle of whatever they’d taken out on each other.

I stepped back to admire her as I had with Lex. Her long ginger hair hung in a messy plait down the side of her body, and she wore one of Lex’s old Nirvana shirts with nothing on underneath it. Bite marks glowed on the insides of her thighs, matching a few hickeys on her neck, and that envious inferno ramped up another notch in my gut.

“You look amazing, darling,” I said, running the tip of my finger over a bite mark on the spot where her X appeared.

“I missed you.” Ivy grabbed my hands to stop me, twisting our fingers together, the touch soothing and invigorating.

“I missed you, too.” I gave her another kiss because in all the years I’d known her, I’d always wanted to put my greedy mouth on her. I’d had about a week of free rein before life tossed us in opposite directions. Now, it hurt not to touch her.

“You guys feel it, right?” I asked. “Please tell me you feel it.”

“We feel it,” Ivy said, nodding. “It started last night.”

“For me, too,” I said. “It won’t go away. I’ve given myself carpal tunnel on the flight over here.”

Ivy laughed as Lex lit a cigarette, and it felt almost perfect.

Almost.

If this were different circumstances or perhaps we were different people, there would have been the awkwardness of the breakup and subsequent time span between us. Maybe once this rush was over, that tension might seep back into whatever tatters of a relationship we still had. But under the influence of this clawing, needy thing, it was like we’d pressed play on a song we paused long ago, a song we all knew the words to. We picked it back up without missing a beat.

Ivy pulled me into the living room, Lex went to the kitchen to get us some water, and I knew two things immediately.

We were in for a sweaty, confusing night.

And I was finally home.

10

Miri

I wasn’t sure what to expect, showing up at their front door the way I had. In retrospect, that was risky. I had no idea what the relationship between them was really like, despite the fact that I believed they faked their public one, and I didn’t know how they’d feel about me, given the manner in which they’d ended things.

We didn’t talk about any of it, not at first. Perhaps we were waiting until Carter arrived to sort it out. Perhaps there was nothing to be said while the lust had us.

I lay on their guest bed in the third-story loft, perched up on my elbows, stripped down to my lingerie, spread open and vulnerable for them.

“What do you think we should do with her, X?” Lex asked, with his arm slung around Ivy’s shoulders. He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a cruel grin.

“I don’t know, Lucifer.” Ivy crossed her arms, pushing her breasts higher on her body. She looked like a bombshell, and every queer impulse I’d ever had inside sat up at attention.

They both were wrecked; we all were, but there could be no stopping what was about to happen.

“She stole our boyfriend and ran off to Malibu,” Ivy said, the gleam in her steel eyes just as incinerating as Lex’s. Together, they looked like twin gods, come to earth to torture a mere mortal such as myself. The lust surged inside me again, twisting my cunt until it throbbed, and I gasped in an effort to contain my anticipation.

Lex made a small groan, and Ivy took a deep breath, the wave evidently rising in them as well.

“She did,” Lex said, returning to the game. He ran a fingertip over my knee and down the front of my calf, making me shiver. “She turned him into a TV star.”

“Should we punish her?” Ivy tilted her chin up and looked down her nose at me like an inscrutable queen. Like maybe I was the princess of a foreign territory that had been captured on their soil and now I had to answer to them about my trespassing. To be fair, that wasn’t entirely far from the truth.

“We should,” Lex said, stroking his cock through his boxers, which was only erect because of the surge between us, not because he had anything else in him. “But I honestly don’t know if I can fuck anyone else.”

The small break in character made us both laugh, and Ivy elbowed him in the ribs, quickly getting back into it.

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