Page 14 of Wings of Torment
We grab tacos in a bag from one of the food trucks and a pail of popcorn before finding a cozy spot on the grass. Most of the best areas are taken, but even from our spot near a large oak tree, we can see the big screen perfectly.
With our tacos finished and the popcorn forgotten, the movie starts. Nestled as I am between Theo and Raphael, I can’t seem to pay attention to the film. I thought it was about a sick boy whose grandfather reads him a story, but each time I try to follow the plot, the heat of Theo’s thigh where it presses against mine distracts me, or the soft caress from Raphael’s hand on my back makes me lose track.
A shiver races down my spine as my thoughts run wild with the possibilities. Dina’s words play on repeat, reminding me that maybe I don’t have to choose. Maybe I can keep these two with me forever.
“Are you cold?” Raphael asks, not bothering to wait for a response before shaking open the blanket and laying it across our laps.
“Thank you.” I stumble over the words, my mind reeling even more now that we’re all beneath the blanket. It’s like we’re in our own little paradise here. It feels like we could do anything and no one would know.
Raphael pulls me into the crook of his arm and the three of us lean back against the tree. It takes me a moment to settle as I fight against the fear that Theo might leave. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
When he doesn’t acknowledge it, I do my best to focus on the movie. There’s a girl named Princess Buttercup and a masked man trying to save her.Is this the same movie as before? Where’s the little boy and his grandfather?
Theo shifts beside me, his hand brushing my own where it rests at my side beneath the blanket, and I freeze. His eyes never once leave the screen, though, so maybe he didn’t notice. Then his fingers brush my own again.
Feeling emboldened, I turn my hand slightly until it’s facing palm up and wait. My heart thuds loudly in my ears as I watchthe screen without really seeing anything. Just as I’m about to give up hope, his hand is back.
His movements are hesitant as he places his hand on top of mine, not moving more than that until I intertwine my fingers with his.
As innocent as this all might be, it feels a little dangerous. Would Raphael care that Theo and I are holding hands? Would it bother either of them to know just how much I don’t want to choose between them?
Before I can stress about it too much, Raphael runs the tips of his fingers up and down my side until a shiver races through me. There’s no way Theo doesn’t feel the movement, but nothing in his demeanor gives away that he has. Maybe he’s just really into the movie?
Raph sits up a little straighter and presses a kiss to my shoulder before leaning in to whisper, “How good are you at staying quiet, sunshine?”
“What?”
His answering smirk has my body tingling in all the right places. He can’t be serious, can he?
He shifts back. “I bet you’re not very comfortable against this tree. How about we fix that?”
At his insistence, I move forward until there’s enough space for him to sit between me and the tree before he pulls me toward him so that my back is pressed to his chest with his legs on either side of me. He brings the blanket up to cover us again, then curves his arms around my middle, snuggling me close and placing a soft kiss on the nape of my neck.
In the commotion, I lost contact with Theo, and I can’t help but feel the loss. Will he reach out again, or has our fleeting moment passed?
I try to focus on the movie, but that only leaves me confused. Who is the creepy guy bringing people into some laboratoryinside an old tree and what are they doing to the man strapped down? A thrill goes through me at the idea of being strapped down at Raphael’s and Theo’s mercy. A fantasy, I’m sure. I would never dare come between their friendship.
Raphael’s hands move beneath the blanket, distracting me. He’s teasing the waistband of my leggings, dipping a finger underneath and tracing a line there before slipping back out. It’s driving me mad. My core clenches with all the thoughts running through my head, but I try not to get carried away. We’re in the middle of a park, for Archangel’s sake. Theo’s sitting right beside us, and I’ve just been holding his hand.
Truthfully, that last thought doesn’t do a thing to dull the growing heat in my lower belly. Images of him and Raphael working me over in secret, right below everyone’s noses, have me growing even wetter than before. Fuck. If Raph slips beneath my panties, he’ll find me soaked.
Is that an invitation?
Raphael’s words seep through my mind, and the eyes I didn’t know were shut, pop open. Shit. Did I force my thoughts on him again? I don’t bother thinking before I respond. I want him to help me let go. After everything we’ve been through these past few days, don’t I deserve to let loose and be free, just a little? Don’t we all?
Yes.
He needs no further prompting before he delves one hand into my leggings, keeping his fingers over the thin fabric of my underwear. I suck in a sharp breath, then immediately wonder if Theo heard it. Instead of looking over like I want to, I drape my arm over Raphael’s thigh and let it rest beneath the blanket. If he’s paying attention, he’ll have noticed, and if he notices … I don’t get to finish the thought before Theo’s fingers dance across my hand.
He traces the lines on my palm while Raphael traces the wet seam of my pussy over my panties. Whether they know it or not, they move in sync. Slow, unhurried movements that have my pulse skyrocketing and my eyes darting around the park. No one stares back at us. They only watch the fight scene currently playing out on the screen. I turn my head, eyes locking with Theo’s, and it’s like everyone else melts away.
Do you like it when he watches us, sweet sunshine?
A whimper threatens to escape but I hold it back, keeping it tucked inside because there is no fucking way I want to ruin this moment. If I weren’t so delirious, I might have lied. But at this moment, with both their hands on me, I have to tell the truth.
Yes.
He lets out a low chuckle. Without losing eye contact with Theo, I relax into Raph and let my legs fall open further. He reads my request easily, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric and plunging a single digit inside. I act without thinking and grip Theo’s hand while Raphael adds in a second finger.
