Page 134 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

He shared her own taste with her, sweet and perfect, her breaths soft, the tiny gasps and moans of pleasure mixing into the most beautiful composition he’d ever heard.

He throbbed, heat racing up and down his spine to center at his lower back, his pulse heavy in his cock as he watched her near the edge.

Her hips rocked up into his touch, her nails biting into his shoulders, her pussy tightening around his fingers. The flush painting her cheeks deepened in color and her lips parted as she cried out.

Lyric stilled, letting out the sweetest gasp, and then she pulsed around him. Her hips and stomach jumped and flexed as her moans filled the air. Lids fluttering, cheeks flushed, hair tangled over the pillows, she was a vision.

“Now you,” she murmured, and dragged at his waistband.

He wasn’t going to argue and helped her get his boxers out of the way. As soon as they were lowered, Lyric grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his length, framing it with hers.

The wetness from her release coated his fingers, and he jerked into their hold as it eased the glide. A moment later, she knocked his hand away and took over, slim fingers wrapped around his length, stroking root to tip.

This time it was him searching out her lips, and she tilted her face up to him, parting her lips beneath his as he rocked into her tight grip.

Each time she stroked up, she twisted her wrist, and it felt so fucking good each time. Her ecstasy replayed in his mind, heightening his own as he saw her head tilted back, lips parted around a moan. All over again he felt her tighten around his fingers, imagined what it would be like for her to squeeze so tightly around his—

Lightning shot up and down his spine, and his chaotic thrusts stuttered to a lazy nudge as he came with a garbled shout. He lowered his head to her neck, breathing in the mixture of their scents as the haze subsided and her hand fell away.

He smoothed soft kisses into her neck, tracing them up her jaw and finally onto her parted lips. His palms pressed into the mattress on either side of her, and he leaned up to glance between them.

“Messy,” she sighed.

It satisfied some primal part of his brain to see her glazed with his release.

“Good,” he murmured.

“Of course you’d say that, you’re not the one lying here,” she teased.

His lips twitched, and he dropped a kiss onto the tip of her nose before shifting toward the edge of the bed.

“I’ll go get something.”

Her eyes sparkled with humor. “Enjoy your walk of pride.”

“Oh, I will,” he replied as he pulled up his boxers. He sent her a wink just before he opened the door.

He spied the others almost immediately in the main room, and Emerson leaned around the wall, arching a brow as his gaze dipped toe to tip.

“Finally,” Emerson muttered just loud enough for Nohen to hear as he opened the bathroom door and grabbed a cloth from the stack on the shelf and wet it.

Nohen flipped his middle finger in Emerson’s direction and floated on his high all the way back to Lyric’s nest.

“Lyric, stop pacing and tell us whatever it is that’s bothering you,” Adra demanded. His tone came out soft through pure will, because his gut had twisted into more knots with every step she’d repeated in the small space of the bus.

She sighed, wringing her hands together, and stopped to face them. Emerson and Henry’s conversation came to a halt, and Nohen’s attention had been glued to her since she’d begun pacing.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she began.

Which was the worst way in history to start any conversation. Adra’s shoulders tensed, the reluctance in her body language putting him on edge.

“I’ve been thinking…”

Adra’s heart dropped as she wrung her hands together. “I want to be honest with you guys,” she began again.

Beside him, Emerson’s hands flexed into his thighs, and Adra had to resist the urge to slap a hand over his mouth to keep the big lump from telling her to spit it out. He could practically sense the words boiling up.

The morning had been usual, minus Nohen’s extended stay in her nest. It hadn’t escaped their notice when he’d checked his phone the night before, choked on the sip of water he’d taken, and then grinned at the screen like he’d won the lottery.