Page 120 of Hymns of the Broken
“Or,” I gasp, finally finding my voice, “you could both shut up and dosomethingbefore I lose my goddamn mind.”
That breaks them out of their little competition.
Jasper growls—a dangerous, hungry sound—and his hand finally slips inside my bathing suit bottoms, fingers circling my clit, pressing and rolling, teasing me to the brink. And then he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them, and starts grinding his palm against my clit.
I cry out, arms thrown behind my head, gripping Riot’s neck, hips jerking against his hold, heat pulsing between my thighs as Riot’s cock grinds up against my ass under the water, thick and hot and so fucking close.
“Fuck, look at you,” Riot rasps right against my ear. “You feel that, baby? He’s gonna make you cum while I hold you open for him.”
His hands drag down, gripping the inside of my thighs, holding me open and still as Jasper’s fingers work me.
“Oh, God… please…”
Jasper’s lips brush my neck, words low and lethal. “You close, baby?”
I whimper, nodding, every muscle tight, every nerve on fire.
“Good.” His voice drops even lower. “I want Riot to feel you cum while I make you fall apart.” He kisses me, grinding his hand into me harder, while curling his fingers until I fall apart in their hands.
And Riot—God, he holds me like he’s afraid I’ll shatter completely, arms tight and trembling, his breath hot on my neck.
Their mouths roam over my throat—one, then the other, trading places, branding different spots. Jasper’s lips are a claim. Riot’s teeth are a warning. I’m sandwiched in sensation, worshipped, devoured, the pool sloshing softly around our bodies as if the rest of the world is holding its breath.
By the time I come down, I’m limp between them, panting, water cooling against my fevered skin. My heart’s pounding like I just ran a mile in record time. My thighs still quake, every nerve humming.
Silas’s voice slices through the heat from the patio. “If y’all are done flooding the pool with sexual tension, we were planning to grill.”
“Yeah,” Ash adds, “and now we’re gonna need more chlorine.”
Jace snorts. “Hell, we’re gonna need to purify this whole patio with holy water first.”
Macee deadpans. “God, help me, I’m living in a porno.”
Riot’s laugh rumbles low against my back, hands still possessive at my waist. “Admit it, you’re entertained.”
Jasper doesn’t even look away from me, his thumb tracing my jaw under the water, gently. “You good, baby?”
I nod, even though my chest is still tight and my legs feel like they’re made of liquid. “For now.”
But we both know the heat hasn’t broken. Not even close.
Riot’s hand finds the small of my back as we climb out, thumb stroking slow like he’s staking his claim for the world to see. Jasper follows, quiet, but his energy crackles like lightning, waiting for somewhere to strike.
When we reach the patio, conversation halts.
Then Ash fans himself with a plate. “I am begging one of you to start a band called Threesome Disaster. I’d pay front-row prices.”
Never one to miss an opportunity, Macee says, “Not before I get the exclusive rights to sell the tour shirts.”
Jace raises a brow at her. “Are you picturing cartoon dicks on them too, or is that just me?”
“Oh my God,” I say as I sink into a lounger, covering my face with my towel. Riot sprawls next to me and tugs me back onto his side. Jasper doesn’t sit, just hovers behind us like a shadow Idon’twant to shake.
Ash leans over with a grin. “So. Is this like…an official thing? All three of y’all or are we going to get to pick teams like in ’Twilight’?”
Silas groans. “I’m leaving.”
“You live here,” Jace says, throwing a confused look over his shoulder.
