Page 127 of Speak

“Baby? Where are you?”

I turn the camera so it shows me with Damon.Come here.

“I was just heading up there. I’m down the hall.”

After explaining to Jonas what I wanted, it was easy for him to agree. Damon inserts the implant with a large sterile needle and downloads an app on my phone that I could use to watch him.

“The things I do for love.” He groans but then kisses me.

“The app shows you real time location and it’s better than just sharing your location via phone. You can see what street and where exactly he’s standing.”

This is fucking incredible and demented. I stand and head over to Jonas as Damon gets a band aid. He tugs me closer and cups the backs of my thighs. “Will this help you sleep better?”

I lean in to kiss him as a yes, which is only a half-lie.

“You know how crazy this is?”

I nod.

“You crazy for me, baby?”

I wrap my arms over his shoulders and nod again. Jonas Anderson is my weakness. I brush back his hair and kiss his bottom lip, only to tip my forehead against his. “Always.”

“Show me, baby.”

I do.

I sink to my knees for this man I’m so crazy for. For this man that just let my other boyfriend insert a tracking device into the back of his neck. For this man that sees my inner monsters and loves me harder despite them. I’ll do anything to keep them safe, which is why before I show them both how crazy I am, and how grateful I am, I then request for Damon to do the same, to let me tag him. I need to know where they both are at all times. I have to know they’re okay.

Damon, as unhinged as he is, shows me how to insert the implant and as soon as it’s inserted, I can now see two little dots, just like him.

Now to convince Maverick to do the same…

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I wake at the startling lightning, the beginning of the tropical storm that made landfall in Virginia finally making its way up to Massachusetts. It’s the last stretch of hurricane season but soon comes the snow and the sleet and the freezing rain. I reach for my phone, seeing that it’s only a little after two in the morning and check the app, seeing that Jonas is at the RMU campus, but he’s… at the library?

I jump when I hear my door open. I put my phone back on the nightstand as both Damon and Maverick climb into bed with me like zombies and underneath the blankets. Their scents fill my nostrils and it’s like I’m laying on a forest floor with hints of leather and smoke. They’re both so warm.

“You’re freezing, Siren.” Maverick murmurs sleepily, guiding me by my arm and turning my back to his front.

Damon’s hand find my waist and hikes my thigh over his hip, I feel his dick hardening against my stomach and just the feel of him alone is enough to make me crave him. He trails his hand from my knee up my thigh, over my hip to the slope of my waist and back down over and over again. The touch so intricate, so small and so fucking intimate, as though he’s learning the shape of my body all over again does things to me.

Maverick reaches over, sliding his hand from my waist and under my shirt to the undersides of my breasts, teasing. The warmth of his large hand on me feels like he’s trying to rub his scent on me. My breasts feel heavy, nipples hard and aching to the pinched and suckled the way only they know how to.

But their hands only wander, only teasing never fully touching where I need them to be touch me until I squirm between them.

Maverick chuckles darkly in my ear, making me shiver. I can feel him growing hard against my ass. “What is it, Siren? Hmm?” He hums into my ear as his thumb finally grazes over my nipple only to slide his hand between my breasts and down to my navel.

Fuck.

“Stop squirming little bird, go back to sleep.”

Impossible. Did they plan this? I raise my arm, draping it over Damon when his fingers dance along my hip and Maverick’s fingers play along the hem of my thong. My back arches into him, encouraging to please, please continue.

“Shh, Siren, be a good girl, go to sleep.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps down my shoulders and spine. “We’re here, you’re safe. We aren’t going anywhere until it’s time, okay?”

I nod, listening as their breaths deepen and even out, and they’re both asleep. I close my eyes, thinking about the routine I came up with for my audition later today at Inferno. It’s seductive and slow, which I’m hoping is enough.

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