The pressure in my chest had eased along with the disappointment in myself. “Yeah, actually, I think I am. I’m certainly glad to have Tom and his hold on Flo and Bellerose dealt with. As long as he’s dead, it doesn’t matter that I couldn’t do it.”
Rhett leaned down closer. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, and when he kissed me, my eyes burned once more. But for a different reason.
As his tongue caressed mine, desperate need became the dominant emotion flooding my system as I groaned. Nothing like a little murder party and a torture scene to get the libido raging.
I’d seen it happen in movies and always thought it was insanely farfetched, and yet here we were, and I was both horny and needy, with zero fucks given that there’d been a dead body in the same room as us not five seconds ago.
“Did you forget we were all here too?” Jace’s voice was strangled, but he hadn’t moved away.
Rhett couldn’t answer because his tongue was busy with mine, and still no one moved away.
“I don’t think they care,” Angelo said with a laugh. “As long as we can join in, I don’t care either.”
The moan that escaped me this time was longer and more drawn out based on the mental image he’d just painted.
All of them joining in?
Four men and one…. me.
Fuck. Was I ready for this?
Yes. Holy shit. The answer was always yes.
thirty-one
BILLIE
It was all too easy to melt into their kisses, touches, caresses, and I almost forgot where we were. But when I gasped, then the tang of urine and blood reached my nose, and it was like a bucket of ice water over the sexy mood.
“Um, maybe we should relocate for this,” I suggested, gagging on the smell that now flooded my nose. The body might be gone, but it was far from clean in Angelo’s torture chamber. “Just… you know. What if Tom had a bloodborne disease or something? We should all shower. Preferably together.”
“Sold,” Rhett agreed, yanking me free of the others and sweeping me up in his arms. “Come on, losers, our girl wants an orgy.” He gave a whoop of excitement, carrying me out to the SUV while I laughed uncontrollably in his embrace.
The others followed, and I heard Angelo mutter something to Gray about it being a good idea, since he didn’t stock lube in his torture-tool drawer.
“Really? Why not?” Jace asked, overhearing. “I’d have thought that was, um, something used in torture. Isn’t it? Or am I being a sick fuck right now?”
Angelo and Grayson both chuckled, then Angelo whispered his answer to Jace too quietly for me to hear. Whatever it was, Jace blanched and hissed a breath through his teeth.
“Ouch,” he replied. “Forget I asked.”
We piled into the car, Rhett pulling me into his lap as Grayson grudgingly took the driver’s seat with Angelo beside him. Jace had been quickest to the car and had taken the other backseat spot, and he grabbed me out of Rhett’s lap swiftly.
“Home?” Gray asked with an arched brow, and I barely got my confirmation out before Jace claimed my lips in a searing-hot kiss.
I moaned against him, letting his tongue plunder my mouth as I sank deeper into his embrace. All the intense emotions of the night had left me coursing with adrenaline, and my hands shook as I threaded fingers into Jace’s hair. I neededmore, but we definitely needed to shower. I could still smell blood but wasn’t totally sure if it was my imagination or not.
“Don’t be selfish, Jace,” Angelo scolded from the front seat. “If you’re getting Bella warmed up, sit her in the middle so we can all see.”
Jace continued kissing me, ignoring Angelo for a moment, but Ilikedthe idea of letting them all see, so I laughed and pulled away from Jace’s lips. “Sharing is caring, Adams,” I whispered, then slid out of his lap and into the middle seat, where I met Angelo’s hungry gaze straight on. “But I don’t know what you think you can see when I’m dressed like this. Not really easy-access, car-fuck sort of clothes.”
Rhett clicked his tongue. “Nonsense, Thorn. We can work with this.” To prove his point, he slipped a hand beneath the ink-black knit of my top and peeled it up over my breasts. I wore a sensible black bra underneath, but it was far from dowdy and pushed my tits up perfectly.
Jace grabbed my jaw, turning my face back to his so he could keep kissing me, but Rhett was focused on getting my bra undone. I arched my spine off the seat, and he popped my clasp, but then Jace had to let me go so Rhett could strip my top off entirely. It was weirdly fluid, the way they worked together, with Rhett claiming my mouth and Jace unbuckling my thigh holster next.
“Play with her nipples, Jace,” Grayson ordered, and I looked up to find him watching us in the rearview mirror. “Suck them.”
“Watch the road, Gray,” I replied, trying to make my voice stern and only achieving breathy and lustful. Close enough.
