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They keep moving, dragging it out, milking every last wave from me until I’m shaking, wrung out, used up. Riot pulls out, letting me gasp for air, spitandcum dribbling down my chin.
Jasper collapses beside me, tugging my wrists free. “Good girl. Always.”
Riot wipes my mouth with his thumb, smearing cum and spit from earlier across my cheek. He removes his mask to kiss my forehead. “You’re a fucking legend, Hellcat. No one will ever touch you like we do.”
We lay tangled in the dirt, bodies bruised and aching, but feeling content with my fantasy now being my reality.
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Jasper
When we make it back inside, Sawyer heads straight for the shower She’s got blood and dirt streaked all over her thighs, my teeth marks shining purple at her neck, Riot’s fingerprints painted across her hips. She’s humming under her breath—content, sated, a little feral.
Riot and I end up in the kitchen, moving around each other with the practiced ease of two men who’ve lived in close quarters with others for way too long. I’m digging out pots, and Riot’s tossing together something halfway edible.
He snickers. “You ever think we’ll top any of those fucked-up smut booksshereads?”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile. “I think we blew a few right out of the water tonight. Should we go through her Kindle, see which ones are worth acting out?”
Riot grins, wicked. “Shit, we’ll run out of plot twists before we run out of kinks. She’ll never be able to look at a mask the same way again.”
The silence stretches. I’m stirring pasta, almost enjoying the quiet, when Riot can’t help himself.
“So… be honest, man. Was I any good at sucking dick for my first time?”
I drop the spoon, and turn to glare at him. “Don’t start.”
He shrugs, a devilish spark in his eyes. “Hey, come on.Sheate it up. You saw her. If we’d fucked out there, she would’ve lost her goddamn mind. I mean, you saw her face.”
I shake my head, but I’m grinning. “Keep talking and you’ll be making dinner for a month.”
Riot leans back against the counter totally unfazed. “I’m just saying, man—if it’s for Sawyer, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. She could ask for anything and I’d probably say yes.”
“You just want to get fucked, Riot. That’s what it’s sounding like.”
He barks out a laugh, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Bro, I never thought I’d do half the shit we did out there, but… did you see her? The look on her face?” He shakes his head, smile turning almost reverent. “I’d do anything she asked.”
I stare at him, shaking my head. “You’re out of your mind.”
Riot just shrugs, grabbing plates and loading them with food. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m in love and I know what I want. And I want her happy. That means we’re both gonna have to get a little creative, Reign.”
I roll my eyes, but there’s no hiding the way my chest tightens at his words and the thought that none of us are ever going to be the same after this.
“Just don’t start writing yourownsmut novel,” I mutter, handing him a fork. “We’ve got our hands full living it.”
He clinks his fork against mine. “To Sawyer’s wildest fantasies andtous for having the balls to live them out.”
I let myself imagine that maybe this dark, chaotic, beautifully fucked-up little family is exactly what I needed.
Chapter 37
SAWYER
The rest of the tour is a fever dream full of flashing neon lights, bruised knuckles, lipstick stains on set lists, and Riot’s hoodie tangled with Jasper’s jacket at the foot of hotel beds.
They moved the guys’ bands to play on the same day, as they had to make some adjustments while we were away. Riot’s band finishes first on the days they play, so he usually finds me backstage, pins me to a dark corner, and kisses me stupid until Jasper catches us and mutters, “Save some for the headliner, asshole.” I shoot their sets from the pit. Jasper prowling the stage, voice like gravel and silk, eyes finding me every time I look up. When the lights go down, Riot waits for me in the wings, wrapping his arms around my waist, whispering filth in my ear, just loud enough for Jasper to hear.
Darklight’s been nothing but good to me—even after everything I went through. They kept my spot open and told me they love every shot I’ve taken, from professional pictures to candid shots on the bus. I’m not just another girl with a camera—I’m their girl. Their eyes on tour. And they made sure I knew it.
