Page 31 of Storm of Stars
My fingers found her thigh, tracing slow, idle patterns across her skin. Each pass drifted higher, the touch featherlight but full of promise. Her breath caught, just a little, each time I passed the hem of her dress. She didn’t stop me. She opened to me.
The air in the car changed. Thickened. Charged.
I didn’t need to look to know we had an audience.
Thorne and Briar were watching Brexlyn like they’d forgotten how to breathe. Briar with barely restrained hunger,Thorne with a kind of reverent awe. Their gazes were locked on the triangle of exposed skin at the apex of her thighs, watching the way her legs drifted open, just enough to tease.
But Ezra watched both of us.
His eyes moved back and forth, slow and deliberate, heat blazing in every glance. There was no shame in it. No jealousy. Just want. Unfiltered and heavy.
I kept my eyes on his as I leaned forward, brushing Brexlyn’s hair aside and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. Not soft. Not sweet. Claiming. And when she let out a low moan, needy and broken, the entire car seemed to pulse with it.
The temperature rose. The windows fogged at the edges. And still, no one said a word. We had risked everything tonight, our safety, our lives, to speak the truth, to make a plan hidden in melody and metaphor. And now, in this car, with Brexlyn moaning in my arms and Ezra watching like he wanted to burn, I realized that I wanted to make the most of every single second with this little family we’ve found. Because tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed.
I pressed a palm against her inner high, urging her to widen her legs even more for me. Thorne had a wicked smirk on his face and he sat back, admiring the view. Brexlyn sighed softly as I brought my lips to her ear.
“Do you think you can stay quiet for us, Brexlyn?” I asked in that demanding tone that I saved for only her. My eyes flashed to Ezra. Well, only them.
She nodded, and I knew she was biting her lip. “That’s my good girl,” I praised and I felt her body tremble in my hold. “If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded again. Then I let my fingers dance along the seam of her panties. I felt her tense in my hold, like she was trying not to let the moan escape. When I slid the fabric tothe side and exposed her center, Briar leaned forward. Her eyes feasting on our girl’s glistening pussy.
I trailed a single finger through her slickness, using a featherlight touch. Her hips pressed forward, trying to encourage my fingers to slide inside of her. But I wasn’t ready for that. I met Ezra's eyes, and began slowly circling Brexlyn’s clit with soft gentle pressure. Her head lulled back against my shoulder, exposing her throat to me. I pressed another kiss to her heated skin as my finger danced along her sensitive and throbbing clit.
When I felt her body tightening, and could hear her soft muffled moans, I pressed my finger deep inside of her heat. She gasped, and I had to fight every urge to keep chasing that sound to pull my hand from her center. Completely withdrawing from her body. She whimpered.
“You promised you’d stay quiet, Brexlyn,” I challenged.
“I will,” she cried in a barely there whisper.
“I dunno baby. Not sure I can trust you,” I teased, meeting her eyes over her shoulder. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and tasted her arousal on them. I, following my own rules, stifled the moan that threatened to pull from me. God, her taste was delicious. Tangy and sweet. I could savor her for hours. Brexlyn and Ezra’s eyes were heated on my skin as they watched me taste her off of my fingers. Before I could change my mind, I was thrusting my fingers toward Ezra’s lips.
He opened willingly, and eagerly, pulling the digits into his warm mouth. My cock, which was already hard as stone, felt painfully stiff as I watched this hulking man suck our girl's arousal off of my fingers. I had a quick thought of him sucking her juices off a different part of me and I had to take a stuttering breath to calm myself. Brexlyn was watching the scene unfold with dark sinful eyes. She liked what she was seeing just as much as I did.
I slid my fingers from Ezra’s mouth and his gaze pinned me to place. A dark promise. Then I returned my fingers to Brexlyn’s center. Without a single moment of preamble or warning, I dove two fingers into her pussy. She bucked against my hand, but to her credit stayed silent save for her heavy breaths. My calm and collected mask of a dominant figure was slipping with each press of my fingers into her wet channel. As I fucked her with my hands, her hips met me thrust for thrust. The others were watching, and I could see Ezra’s cock tenting in his pants. He wanted us. Both of us. And fuck it, tonight, I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.
“Say you’ll spend the night in my room,” I whispered to Brexlyn as her muscles coiled and tightened. Her orgasm climbing within her. “In our room,” I amended, looking at Ezra who was eagerly awaiting her answer.
Her answer came in the form of a silent but powerful orgasm. Her release flooded my hand and I stilled within her, feeling her walls tighten around me. Everyone in the back of the vehicle groaned quietly. The scent of sex and lust was heavy and heady. I pulled my hand from her center and slowly slid her panties back into place. She slumped against my shoulder. Struggling to catch her breath.
“So, will you?” I asked her quietly, using my non-arousal coated hand to stroke her hair.
“Of course,” she replied with a smile.
“No fair,” Thorne whined. I shot him a teasing glare.
“You can monopolize her attention tomorrow,” I vowed, surprised at just how easy it was to share her affection with them. All of them. I trusted them. I believed in them. And in a world where resources were withheld and people had to fight tooth and nail for even an ounce of anything. I firmly believed Brexlyn deserved every ounce of love she was offered. We all did.
When the car finally rolled to a stop in front of the cabin, I hated it, but I moved her off of my lap and slid out of the car first so prying eyes couldn’t see just how much I wanted to touch her. The doors clicked open and I spilled out into the night, ignoring Nova entirely, not even sparing her a glance. Whatever tonight had awakened in us, it wasn’t meant for her.
The second she crossed the threshold of the cabin, and the door was safely closed behind her, I didn’t pause to think. I grabbed Brexlyn’s hand in mine, warm and willing, and caught Ezra by the wrist with my other. I didn’t look back. Just pulled them both behind me, moving with single-minded determination down the narrow hallway to the room I shared with Ezra.
“Have fun,” Thorne called after us, voice dripping with amusement. Briar’s soft laugh followed, musical and knowing. But I didn’t stop, not until the door was shut and locked behind us.
Inside, everything stilled. The silence was thick. Charged.
The three of us stood there, breathing heavy, staring at each other like we’d already crossed the point of no return. Lust darkened every gaze, pupils blown wide. I could feel the tension thrumming in the air like the room itself was holding its breath.
