Page 195 of Boy of Ruin
Then…Jeremiah’s hands cup my face as his tongue flicks against the seam of my lips. Lucifer reaches for the waistband of my shorts, pushing them to the floor.
Jeremiah breaks away from our kiss with a groan, crossing his arms and pulling his shirt over his head. I inhale his clean scent and place my hand on his bare chest.
Lucifer moves from behind me, pushing me against the wall as he stands in front of me, but he cradles my head with his hand so I don’t bang it against the wall, then his hand pulls at my shorts.
I have one hand on J’s bare chest, the other gripping Lucifer’s veiny forearm. He tugs down my shorts until they hit the floor.
Using them both for balance, I step out of my shorts, kicking them to the side. Jeremiah slides one hand down my face, over my throat, a possessive snarl vibrating against my mouth as his fingers shove my underwear aside, the pad of his thumb circling my clit.
I moan into his lips, but Lucifer’s hand is around my throat, thumb on my chin as he turns my head toward him, pulling me away from J.
His deep blue eyes are boring into mine, thumb running over my swollen bottom lip. “You’re beautiful, baby girl,” he says as Jeremiah’s fingers part my lips, then he pushes two into me, his free hand splayed against my stomach, beneath my shirt.
I moan, clenching around J, and Lucifer’s eyes flash, that vein in his throat pulsing as his fingers curl tighter around my throat, thumb slipping past my lips.
“Even like this,” he says, his voice hoarse as J keeps fingering me, his hand sliding up my shirt, over my breasts, pinching one nipple and then the other, causing me to gasp against Lucifer’s finger in my mouth. “Even when you let him use you, too.” He leans closer, his brow to mine.
Jeremiah pinches me tighter, adds another finger to the two inside of me.
I gasp, my lips brushing Lucifer’s, his thumb on my tongue between our mouths. “You’re still so fucking beautiful. You deserve this. Enjoy it, baby girl.” There’s something sad in his words. Something I should think more about.
But I don’t.
Instead, I moan around his thumb as Jeremiah brings his tongue over my jawline.
Closing my eyes a second, I do just as Lucifer said.
I fucking enjoy them devouring me.
Lucifer shoves down his boxers, but Jeremiah suddenly yanks me away from the wall by my hair, away from my husband.
He wraps an arm around my chest, and I’m staring at Lucifer, my pulse racing.
“What the fuck are you—” Lucifer starts to speak.
“Get on your knees, Sid,” Jeremiah says in my ear, interrupting my husband, who looks like he wants to kill us both, his brow furrowed, jaw clenched.
My mouth goes dry, but Jeremiah doesn’t release me.
Instead, he pulls my shirt up, releases me enough to pull it over my head, drop it to the floor.
His thumb comes to his name.
Lucifer’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t speak.
“On your knees, baby,” J says, his breath against my neck. “Show him how well you’ve taken care of your brother.”
I lock eyes with Lucifer, my mind spinning, my body hot.
I’m trying to ask him for permission, even though I don’t know if I need it. He fucked Ophelia in front of me, and this is for both of us.
Slowly, I slide to my knees, Jeremiah releasing me.
I hear him moving at my back, see Lucifer’s jaw clench.
“Turn to me,” J commands me.
Lucifer watches, quiet, and I slowly turn, tilt my head back, and look up at J. His hand is wrapped around his cock, and he’s only wearing that fucking bandana.
