Page 69 of Judgment Day

The comfort that embraced me just seconds ago withered across the water with the breeze.

“I want to enjoy the moment,” I replied.

Grey appeared from around the corner.

Lincoln shifted his gaze between us. “Like you enjoyed last night.”

I glared up at him. “No.” I shook my head. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to play the victim. You told me to go.” I knew it. I’d been waiting for the dam to break, and here it was.

“Because that’s what you wanted.” His voice was laced with fire and tension. “You wanted this, Songbird.”

“You thinkthisis what Iwanted? The fights and awkward conversation?” I scoffed. “You have no fucking idea what it’s like.” Tears stung my eyes. “Having heaven and hell colliding inside of you.” My voice shook. “To want. And to despise. To need. And to feel shame.” My whole body shook. “To be blissfully happy.” I swallowed the lump, thick in my throat. “And utterly heartbroken.” The first tear fell. “It’s peace. And it’s chaos.” Another tear dropped, then another. I stepped back from Lincoln, looking at both him and Grey. “You think Imeantfor this to happen? That I asked for my heart to be split in two?” I swiped my fingers under my eyes and sniffed the snot running from my nose. “I’d rather walk away from you both and break my own heart than have to choose between the two of you.”

Lincoln was the first to comfort me. He stroked a thumb across my cheek, smearing a trail of tears into my skin. “Hey, it’s okay.” He grabbed the nape of my neck and yanked me close to him. “We’re okay, Songbird,” he said into my hair. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He gripped my face with both hands. “Look at me.”

I looked up at him, a mess of tear-filled eyes and snot running over my lips. “I’m a mess, aren’t I?”

He leaned his forehead against mine. “Yeah, you’re a fucking mess.” He smiled. “I’m a fucking mess.” He glanced at Grey. “He’s a goddamn mess.” His eyes shot back to me. “We’re all one big fucking mess. And maybe that’s why we’ll work. Maybe we can help each other put ourselves back together.”

Grey was there, standing behind me, moving my hair off my neck and planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Come inside. Let us put you back together.”

Lincoln lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Grey opened the door while Linc carried me, setting me down when we got inside. Brokenness gave way to need—aching, throbbing need. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed this, needed to know we were okay. I needed them to show me.

I yanked his hoodie over his head while he kicked out of his shoes.

“Arms up,” Grey said in that commanding tone that immediately quieted my storm.

I lifted my arms above my head, and he removed my shirt. Lincoln unclasped my bra, sliding it off my shoulders and watching it fall to the floor. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the ground. We were a frenzied rush of limbs and clothes and ragged breath. Except for Grey, who stood by, calmly and confidently watching us undress, waiting for his turn.

“Are you ready to get what you need, little dove?” He unbuttoned his pants, and my pussy clenched at the promise of what that meant.

“Yes,” I whispered. There was nosirhere. Those moments were for us alone. Here, he was simply Grey. I was Lyric. Linc was Linc. And we were one.

Lincoln was on his knees in front of me, tugging my shorts and panties off my hips and down my legs. “Fuck. Your pussy was made for me,” he said once I was bare and on display in front of him. It wasn’t possessive or jealous. It was awestruck, a confession.

My breath rushed out as I grabbed his head, threading my fingers in his hair, silently begging,lick it, suck it, bite it, it’s yours.

Without words, he understood what my body needed. He lifted my leg, propping my foot on his shoulder. Then he spread my lips open with his thumbs, his tongue licking a wet path from my clit to my asshole. I gripped his hair tighter. “Shit, Linc. Holy shit.”

He licked up my slit, slow, teasing, agonizing strokes, a ruthless torment. Then he stopped to pull my clit between his lips.

Grey gripped my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “Does that make you wet, dove? His mouth on you like that?”

My lips parted and all I could do was nod. I didn’t want to speak. I only wanted to feel, this, them, now.

Grey slid one hand over my collarbone and to my tit from behind, grabbing, kneading, pinching my nipple.

I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips.

Lincoln’s tongue was probing me, fucking my cunt, while his thumb rubbed circles on my clit. I was rocking my hips, fucking him right back.

Grey was at my ear now. “You want us both, sweet girl? Him in your cunt and me here?” He squeezed my tit again, rougher, harder. “Fucking your tits.” He brought his hand to my mouth, coaxing it open with his thumb. I wrapped my tongue around it and sucked. He groaned. “Or maybe you want me to fuck your pretty mouth.” I sucked harder, pulled his thumb in deeper. He slid it back out, then lowered it to that tight place beneath Lincoln’s tongue. “Or here. You want me to take your ass while he fucks your cunt, sweet dove?” He pressed his thumb in, to the first knuckle. “You want that, sweet girl?” His other hand tugged at my hair. And then his mouth was on mine, devouring. Feasting. Swallowing my moans as Lincoln brought me to the brink. I was nothing more than a bundle of nerves and hot need. He drew back and locked his intense eyes with mine as he licked his lips. “Yeah. I think that’s exactly what my dirty girl wants.”

Linc’s voice broke through the fog of lust. “Come for me, Songbird. Come on my fucking face.” He thrust two fingers deep inside, so deep, so hard that his knuckles pounded my pelvic bone with every plunge of his fingers. Then his mouth was on my clit again, and I shattered. Cried out. An explosion of pure, electric heat from my belly to my toes while Linc held me steady with his hands on my hip and Grey had me by the back of my head.

The waves slowed. My body went slack. Linc lowered my foot back to the floor, then circled his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He was still on his knees, kissing my belly, my hips, my thighs. Grey let go of my hair, then stepped around in front of me. There was something powerful, but not degrading, about him still being fully clothed while Linc and I were both naked.

“Ride him,” he said, no inflection or emotion—just a simple command. But I saw everything he felt in the darkness of his eyes, eyes consumed with so much heat it could burn me alive. “I want to watch you.” His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, and his underwear was pulled down just enough for the thick ridge of his crown to poke out against his lower stomach.

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