Page 199 of Boy of Ruin
I don’t care.
I stare down at Jeremiah.
He’s still watching me, biting his lip as he glances down between us, watches me ride him, his thumb still over his initial.
And when all three of us are sweaty, fucking spent, when I feel like I can’t take any more of them, when I want to collapse onto Jeremiah’s chest, he groans, saying my name, and behind me, Lucifer’s teeth sink into my shoulder as a deep moan comes from his throat.
I feel myself cresting, everything clenching around them.
All of us are moaning, a loud sound, drowning out everything else.
Lucifer’s grip on my neck tightens and I think he’s bitten me hard enough to draw blood as Jeremiah says my name, and Lucifer isn’t far behind, his words against my skin.
Heat rushes through me, and when Jeremiah grabs my tit, gripping hard enough to bruise, I’m coming too, all over the both of them as they finish inside of me.
I call both of their names, like a chant, over and over, and Lucifer runs his tongue down my throat, sucking my skin between his teeth.
J shifts his hold on my breast to my belly, cradling me.
And when I’m done, pleasure coursing through my veins, I can’t stay upright any longer.
I collapse against J’s chest, him still inside of me, but Lucifer slowly pulls out, then his chest is against my back, his arms wrapped around me, grazing Jeremiah’s body.
For a long, long moment, the only sound is the three us catching our breath. My eyes are closed as I listen to Jeremiah’s fast pulse beneath my ear, feel Lucifer’s chest heaving at my back.
I don’t open my eyes.
I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to get up.
I don’t want to leave this sanctuary between the two of them.
The three of us have run our entire lives, to different things. Different highs. Different demons.
But we can never run far enough, never quite get away.
You can’t hide from your own mind.
And as the minutes tick past, my belly growing uncomfortable against J, but I’m too exhausted to move, I wonder if we could live this way. The three of us. I wonder if I could have them both. It makes me selfish, but I’ve always known I was that. We all are, which is why I know it won’t work.
I’ve always known.
But just for now I hold onto that thought a little longer, because the idea of Lucifer walking out for good…it fucking guts me.
And before I can feel it, the pain of losing one of them, there’s a knock on the door downstairs. Loud, demanding, nearly rattling the fucking thing off its frame.
All three of us tense, and Lucifer reluctantly lets me go, gets off the bed, starts getting dressed without looking at me as I slowly pull off of Jeremiah, his hands still on my hips.
When Lucifer is yanking his shirt over his head, I hear a voice, taunting from outside of that door.
My heart races in my chest as Jeremiah sits up, every muscle flexing with tension as he turns toward the bedroom door, listening too.
It’s Maddox out there.
My fucking dad.
I’m running down the stairs.
