Page 126 of Hymns of the Broken
When I think I can’t take it—just when I’m about to break apart completely—Jasper leans up, voice like a dark promise. “Let go, baby. Show us how you love being shared.”
I explode—screaming, clawing at the metal of the bike, thighs clamping desperately around their heads as I cum harder than I ever thought possible. Because of both of them. Jasper’s voice, Riot’s mouth dragging me over the edge, together.
And theydon’t stop.
They keep going until I’m a whimpering mess, collapsing boneless against the warm bike, every inch of my skin electrified. Their mouths kiss my thighs, their whispers paint me in worship and praise—dirty, reverent, wrecking me with words alone.
“Good fucking girl,” Jasper murmurs, his lips brushing my hip.
Riot grins up at me, pupils blown, licking his lips like he can’t get enough. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Can’t wait for round two, sin.”
My body is trembling, useless. Jasper’s fingers trace lazy circles along the inside of my thigh, possessive. Riot presses one last kiss just above my knee—slow, claiming—like a brand.
Neither of them moves. Not for a long, dizzy second.
Jasper finally stands, towering over me, jaw set and eyes dark. His knuckles brush over my flushed cheek, his voice rough silk.
“This wasn’t a release, Trouble. This was a warning.”
My lips part, but I’m too dazed to reply.
Riot stands too, looming over me with that smirk that promises chaos. He braces his hands on either side of the bike, caging me in. “You think we’re done with you?” His voice drops—danger and worship all at once. “Baby, that was us letting off just enough steam so we don’t rip each other apart over you.”
“Wh—What?” I say, thinking I didn’t hear them right since my ears are ringing.
He bites my bottom lip, just hard enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue. “We’re far from finished.”
Jasper leans in, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Catch your breath. You’re gonna need it.”
Then they step back in perfect sync, as if they had choreographed this. They want me to feel the ache, the emptiness, the anticipation building in my veins.
I slip off the bike, my legs shaking so badly that I have to clutch the handlebars for balance. My hands are shaking as I drag my jeans back on, still trembling from what they just did to me. I stumble out of the garage, escaping before either of them can make good on their threats to finish what they started.
I find Macee in the lounge, sprawled out with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and her phone, like she’s been waiting for the carnage. She looks up, takes one long look at me—flushed, out of breath, legs barely working—and giggles, pure mischief sparkling in her eyes.
“Well,” she drawls. “Either you ran a marathon… or you just had the kind of threesome I only see in the filthiest corners of Kindle Unlimited.”
I collapse beside her, head thudding against her shoulder, still trembling. I can barely form words.
“Neither,” I manage, voice wrecked. “But they said they’re not done with me.”
Macee eyes me up and down, then scoops another mountain of ice cream into her mouth while passing me the tub. She waits exactly three seconds before unleashing the questions.
“So… was it like a real threesome or just—ya know—two rockstars playing tag on your clit?”
I choke on the ice cream, coughing and spluttering.
She grins wider. “C’mon. Details. Did they, like, take turns or were you just… sandwiched between them, worshipped like the dark romance queen you are?”
“Macee—” I groan, dragging a pillow over my face.
She yanks it away. “Nope. You don’t get to hide. Did they make eye contact? You know.Eye contact,eye contact. Was it like, ‘Bro, let’s ruin her together,’ or more, ‘You touch her, I’ll break your fingers?’”
She leans closer, stage-whispering, “Did anyone… finish somewhere not G-rated?”
I shoot her a look, scandalized and dying inside. I mumble something mostly under my breath about what happened.
Her eyes widen. “OH MY GOD, Sawyer—did you make them fight over who got to eat you out first? Because honestly, I would have bet money on Jasper being the more possessive one, but I’m thinking Riot’s got that ‘starve then feast’ energy.”
