Page 65 of Hymns of the Broken
The bus rocks through the dark, engine humming steadily, everyone lost in their own world—except me. Mine, Sawyer, is right here, sinking into the couch with her laptop lighting her face up.
She’s focused, lips pressed together, working through her photos like the rest of us don’t exist. She looks so cute in her element, but she can’t ignore me. Not when I drop next to her, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, all heat and hunger.
I slide my hand under her blanket, dragging slow circles up her thigh. She tenses, tries to keep typing, but I feel her body give. She wants it—wants me, even here, even with the others around. Maybe especially then.
My mouth is at her ear, voice low so only she can hear. “You going to finish those pictures before I make you forget how to use your hands?”
She glares, but her breath is shaky. “I have to send them in…”
I smile, lazy and dark, letting my fingers drift higher. “Multitask, Trouble. Or I’ll make a fresh memory for you to edit.”
She tries to keep her focus, but my touch is relentless—tracing the hem of her panties, feeling the heat building, making her hips shift under the thin cover. She bites her lip, eyes glued to the screen as she hits send, the tiniest gasp escaping her throat.
I push the laptop aside, pulling her onto my lap, back pressed to my chest, legs spread just enough for my hand to slide where I want it. I don’t care who sees. The bus is dark; the air thick with secrets.
She squirms, breath stuttering, hips grinding into my palm. My other hand curls around her throat. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.
Minutes tick by. No one says a word—Ash is pretending to sleep, Jace has his eyes glued to his phone, and Silas looks determined to finish every page of his book before we hit the city. But I know they hear. I know they see. I want them to.
Sawyer shakes, her hand clawing at my thigh, her breath coming fast. I murmur in her ear, filthy promises meant for her alone. “Gonna cum for me, even with them all right here? Good girl. Let them hear. Let them know who you belong to.”
At last, Ash groans from the other side of the room, breaking the silence with a laugh. “Fuck’s sake, man, I can’t watch or listen anymore—unless you’re planning to get me hard and share, and I know you won’t.”
Jasper grins, tightening his hold, not missing a beat.
“Not achance, Ash. She’s all mine. And I’m not finished yet.”
Her breath hitches, her hips rolling into my hand, trying to keep quiet even as I drag my fingers higher under her dress. My mouth is right at her ear, every word a filthy promise just for her.
“You like this, don’t you? Knowing anyone could look over and see how desperate you get for me. Bet you’re soaked already. All it’d take is one push, and everyone would know exactly what I do to you.”
She tries to muffle her gasp, knuckles white on the cushion. I let my lips brush her neck, let my thumb circle right where she needs it, never quite giving her what she’s begging for.
“Should I make you cum right here, with Ash trying not to look? With Jace trying not to stare?” I bite her earlobe, grinning when she shudders. “Or should I drag you to my room and make you scream my name until the whole bus knows who’s got you again ?”
I can feel the air change. Ash is watching—can’t help himself, his hand sliding down to rub slowly over his jeans, eyes dark and hungry. He had no hope of hiding it.
“Fucking hell…” he mutters, barely loud enough, his gaze locked on Sawyer’s parted lips, the blush rising on her cheeks.
I smirk, moving my hand even slower, pushing her higher. “Don’t worry, Ash. She’s only ever going to beg for me. But you can watch.”
Sawyer whimpers, thighs clenching, every inch of her body strung tight. I keep my voice low, words for her alone but loud enough for anyone close to catch every filthy syllable. “Let them see what you look like when you fall apart. Let my brothers wish it was them, knowing it’ll never be.”
That’s when Jace’s voice breaks through the thick air, rough with need and jealousy. “Jesus, Jasper—can you maybe let the rest of us live? Or are you trying to kill us all?”
I grin, all wolf, my hand pressing between Sawyer’s legs, finally giving her the friction she craves. “She’s mine. But if you want to listen, maybe you’ll learn something.”
She’s shaking now, clinging to my arm, completely wrecked—and the only thing I want is more.
SAWYER
Jasper’s hand is right there, grinding me into madness, filthy words in my ear, the world narrowing down to just his touch. I’m close—so close—when suddenly, everything stops.
His hand goes still. His grip tightens, possessive, and he leans in, his voice rough, almost teasing. “Just kidding. Not here. Not for them. You want to cum for me, you’ll do it in my bed. Alone.”
The sudden ache is sharp. I could scream from frustration. I glare at him, cheeks flushed, every muscle in my body aching for more. “You’re evil,” I whisper, but it’s all hunger and awe.
Jasper pulls me against him, letting the promise hang in the air.
