Page 32 of Endless Harmonies

“An hour,” Jordan confirms, knowing Lennon and Layla can work within that time frame.

“See you then,” I say shortly, climbing back into the bus.

“Roark!” Mav yells. “Are we just getting the cold shoulder forever? There’s reasons for the shit we did.”

“Your reasons are shit,” Jordan says under his breath.

“If he says they’re shit, then I don’t want to hear them currently. I don’t fancy playing the drums with split knuckles,” I tell Mav, continuing on.

I should feel bad, but I don’t. They didn’t have to lead Layla on and give her the equivalent of blue bean before going to fuck each other. Again, I don’t care if they have a sexual relationship, I care about how they are flaunting it in Lay’s face.

“We got about an hour's warning,” I say softly as Lennon transfers Saira to the pack and play. Devlin went down easier when Derek put him in, but my little girl demanded extra cuddles from her mommy. “It won’t take us that long,” Lennon says with a smile, heading off for the shower once Saira is comfortable.

I slip into the bedroom to change into ripped jeans, a mesh sleeveless shirt, and combat boots. My hair styles easily, and for shits and giggles, I line my eyes with some coal liner. Just as I finish, Turner walks in to get dressed as well.

“Goddamn, you look hot,” he growls. “I want to strip those pants from you and suck you off.”

“You’re welcome to after the shoot,” I flirt. “Make sure your jaw is ready for me, I have a load of cum just for you.”

“Guys,” Lennon whines as she comes inside with a towel wrapped around her.

“Poor, sweet, Lavender,” Turner says, stalking her. Picking her up, he tosses her gently onto the bed. “How quiet can you be, Baby Girl?”

“She’s so not quiet,” I snicker.

“I can try,” she whimpers. “Please, please.”

“She begs so pretty,” I praise, stalking toward the bed as Turner rips away the towel. “We’ve been treating you like glass, but you’re not, are you, Tiny Valkyrie?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head. Her hair is still wet, and I know we’ll need to be fast if she’s going to be done getting ready in time.

“I have the perfect solution,” Turner purrs. “Get on your hands and knees, show me that pretty cunt.”

Lenny quickly turns to obey him, my beautiful girl opening her legs wide to present to us her pretty, pink pussy.

“Goddamn, is that wetness all for us, Beautiful? Are you going to gag on my cock like a good fucking girl?” I rumble.

Her breaths come out in little puffs of excitement as she nods. “Yes, Sir. Please, I need it,” she whimpers.

Climbing onto the bed, I fist her brilliantly colored hair. Her pupils are blown wide, and she looks perfect.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm, Baby Girl?” I ask, rubbing her bottom lip.

“At the club,” she murmurs. Turner drags his nose up her thigh before dragging it along her clit. Gasping, she attempts to squirm, but I’m holding onto her chin too tightly.

“Nah, settle, Lenny,” I growl. Freezing, she pants as she looks up at me. “Tell me more.”

Her time with Orion is her own, but I love that he made her come at the club.

“We were dancing, and I was so wet, he kept teasing me. So, we found an abandoned hallway. He made me put my hands on the wall, tore my panties off, and ate my pussy until I came all over his face.” Lennon cries out as Turner sucks her clit into his mouth. He flicks his tongue piercing at me, making me chuckle at how much of a bratty flirt he is.

I don’t blame Lenny as she shudders as Turner uses his piercing to tease her, I can’t think around him either when he becomes single minded.

“Did your tits hang out like a dirty girl?” I croon as I push my thumb into her mouth. She sucks it hard, rolling her tongue around it. I watch her with hooded eyes, my cock straining in my pants. “Did he make you letdown and the milk run free?”

I refuse to move my finger and she talks around it. “Yes, Sir. He cleaned me up too.”

“Such a good boy we have.” I grin, removing my thumb.

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