My cheeks flamed like the blaze at my side. I wasn’t sure if he was asking about the kiss or the sweet. “Is this your way of trying tobuymy forgiveness?”
He twirled the stick, and strings of sugar fluttered like ribbons. “Is it working?”
“No,” I huffed, but the lie was clear in my tone. The conversation with Conall and Damia had brought to light what I’d been trying to snuff out for the past days—I’d forgiven Gedeon. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact point in time it’d happened, but the past was the past. I waschoosingto look to the future.
“What if I get you another one?” Scowling at the speck of dirt on his t-shirt, Gedeon flicked the crumb of dirt off it. “They have more colors.”
“Blue?” Like the clear sky earlier today. I’d wondered if it would be possible to carve out a slice of it.
“Keep Zion in line while I’m gone, and I will check,” he assured, then vanished in the throng of Conall’s friends filling the square to the brim.
He didn’t say, ‘Icancheck.’ No, he’d stated his search as an inevitability. Something he wouldn’t steer from until it was done.
It made me buzz with primal satisfaction.
Zion’s tongue peeked out, but before it could snatch the crystal of sugar stuck to his lip corner, I wiped away the sticky piece. “Why did you run off after Aria?” I asked.
Twisting me to face the crowd, he plastered his front to my back. “I figured she might have what I forgot to pack.”
I rested my arms on his wrapped around my midriff, his hold firm but not too tight, the perfect balance for me to relax. “What was it?”
“So curious.” He rubbed his half-hard dick against my ass, and it roused the heat hibernating in my belly to awaken. “But you’ll see.” Toying with the top button of my pants, he added, “I also talked with Dorrian. He agreed to visit us in two days.”
I traced a vein on the back of Zion’s right hand. “Both of us?”
“Are you thinking about the last time?” He sucked on my earlobe, and my knees wobbled. “How you dripped all over my cock, fucking yourself on it while Dorrian tattooed you?”
A squeak fled me.
I cleared my throat in hopes of finding my way back to my sanity. But it turned out to be challenging, as Zion ground against me, his movements free for all to see if they so much as glanced at us.
“But yes.” His fingers dipped under my waistline?—
Two of my pants buttons popped off, clattering onto the ground.
“Zion,” I hissed, grateful that at least the other four buttons had held and my pants hadn’t completely fallen down.
Drawing lines right below my navel, he murmured, “Dorrian will do us both at the same time.”
Clenching at his words, I pressed my lips together to keep my composure.
Fine, more like attempted to do so.
A venture I undeniably failed when Zion skimmed the hem of my panties, and a whimper slipped out of me.
“Do you like the sound of that? Someone fucking us both?” His breath drifted from behind my earlobe to underneath my jaw. “Because we can arrange that.”
I shuddered, my imagination running rampant, reminding me of how his licks had felt gliding down my body and settling between my thighs.
“No.” I gripped his arm tightening around my waist.
“No use in lying to me.” He cupped me over my underwear. “Your pussy betrays you.” As his middle finger pressed along my slit, my hips moved of their own accord, encouraging him to rub me right where I needed it the most.
A head full of sleek cornrows ending in silver clips twisted toward us right as Zion brushed right over my clit. On reflex, I pushed my ass into him, to run away or to ask for more too muddled up for me to discern.
Damia’s eyebrows shot up, yet she didn’t pause her conversation with someone near another bonfire, her acquaintance concealed by the shadows the flames couldn’t deter.
Zion stroked lower, to my entrance, and hummed his satisfaction at the wetness soaking my panties. “If her watching turns you on this much”—he pushed a fingertip inside me—“imagine what it would be like having Gedeon in her place.”
