Page 57 of A Song for You

I bite my lip, and he pushes my chin so I’m facing the show again. “Eyes over there. I know what you like.”

I want to protest, but when his hand skates down my chest, pausing at my nipple, where he squeezes until I buck against him, he’s forced to clamp a hand over my mouth to silence me again. We both know exactly what I want.

The redhead is between the other woman’s legs, her tongue drawing languid circles against her clit, causing her to throw her head back against the throne in ecstasy. And the man strokes himself as he watches, twisting his wrist with each upward stroke.

It’s obscene.

“This is what you like,” I say against Jay’s hand. “Two women.”

He slips a hand between my legs and slides his finger under my panties, making me hiss in surprise. His other hand presses harder against my lips. “Sweetheart, I’m not the only one enjoying the show. But I promise, this”—he bucks his hips against my ass so I feel every inch of his hard length—“is all because of you.”

I whimper again as he presses his middle finger inside me, both of us groaning as he discovers just how wet I am. I crane my neck so I can look him in the eye as he pumps his finger in and out, driving me wild. He releases the hand covering my mouth and fixates on my lips, never slowing his movements.

“No man has ever touched me,” I arch back and whisper against his mouth, knowing it will drive him to the brink.

It’s driving me to the brink.

I have a feeling he’s going to take all my firsts.

His eyes turn molten, and he slams his lips to mine, working his fingers inside me faster while his palm presses against my clit. Draping my arms over his shoulders behind me, I deepen the kiss and ride the wave of pleasure he’s so expertly choreographing.

The sounds of the woman on the throne crying out mix with my own cries, and I don’t even care. While he continues his assault between my legs, he slips his free hand under my shirt until he’s cupping my breast through my bra and tweaking my nipple again. The move sends an explosion rocketing through my body, forcing a loud moan from my lips, despite his attempts to silence me with his mouth.

I come so hard I bite down on his lip, my body falling limp against his and my knees practically giving out.

“Care to join us?” one of the women calls.

I can’t pull my attention away from Jay long enough to make sense of her question, let alone respond. He shakes his head at me, then pulls me back and murmurs an apology. Before we’re out of view, I take one more peek at the throuple on the other side of the curtain. At that exact moment, the man slams into the girl in pink. She’s still on her knees, with her head between the other woman’s legs once more. The woman in black, the one poised so regally on the throne, bites her lip and grabs the redhead’s long tresses, arching into her mouth as her head falls back and she screams through her release.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as Jay chuckles against my neck.

“Come on, Kitten. Game’s over.” He slips his hand into mine and leads me down the hall.

We make it three steps before I push him into the wall. For a moment, he just stares at me, but then a slow grin spreads across his face. He pushes the blond hair behind my ear and murmurs, “Hi, beautiful.”

My breath hitches at his words. At the truth behind them. This isn’t a you look beautiful moment. He truly believes I am. “Hi,” I whisper back. “Are you really here?”

Angling closer, he kisses me without warning, his soft lips pressing against mine, his tongue licking at the seam until I let him in with a groan. One hand snakes its way up to my cheek, and he holds me as he pulls back and hits me with the warmest smile I think I’ve ever received. “I’m really here.”

“Are you going to walk away from me again?” I ask, afraid of the answer but determined to be prepared.

Needing to be prepared.

Jay shakes his head. “No, Kitten. Your family will have to chase me away. I’m not giving you up for anything.”

Thirty-Three

Jay

Two Princes by Spin Doctors

It’s sick and twisted of me to stride into my enemy’s apartment with his daughter’s hand in mine, with every intention of stealing another one of her firsts tonight. But I’ve never denied being a sick and twisted man.

Last time I was here, I couldn’t wrap my head around the bomb Cat dropped on me. Now, I couldn’t give a fuck what her last name is. I hate her father enough to want to destroy him in any way possible. In the past, I would have made this about him, taken everything I wanted and then some.

But now, all I see is her.

The girl I first laid eyes on in the coffee shop. The one I followed on the train just to get her to talk to me. The woman who shared a piece of herself that day at lunch, who misses her mother, who has insecurities that I’ll never understand, and who gave me the first meaningful kiss of my life.