Page 26 of Redline Communion

“And the rest?”

Her eyes drop to my mouth.

“Come find out.”

So I do.

Her mouth is soft under mine, surprised for half a second before she kisses me back. Her hand slides into the front of my shirt and pulls me closer, and that’s all the answer I need. There’s a bitter numbness on her lips, the same chalky bite, and I understand where it came from: Talia has been sharing more than a bathroom with her. The thought flickers, and I let it go.

Lorelei tips her head and kisses me harder. My hand finds her waist. Talia comes up behind me, one palm settling between my shoulder blades, and the room narrows to warm skin, shared breath, Lorelei’s fingers tightening in my shirt. When I pull back, Lorelei follows me for another kiss before I’ve made it an inch.

Talia laughs softly behind me. “See? Fair.”

“Nothing about you is fair.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

“Not true.”

“Not convincingly.”

She catches my chin and turns my mouth toward hers. Talia kisses differently than Lorelei, more controlled, even when she’s pretending not to be, and tonight the control keeps slipping. Her teeth catch my bottom lip. Lorelei’s hand closes around my wrist and pulls me back toward the counter before Talia has completely let me go.

The three of us fall into it from there, no discussion, no attempt to name what we’re doing or who it makes us to one another. Just Lorelei reaching for both of us like she’s tired of waiting to be invited, Talia warm at my back, and me caught between them with every protective instinct I’ve ever had turning into something hotter and less useful. Talia hooks the door to the guest bedroom open with her heel, and we stumble the few steps through it, mouths still tangled, to a bed nobody has slept in.

This isn’t simple. I tell myself it is anyway.

Lorelei tugs my shirt in her fist before dropping to her knees, her eyes fixed on mine. The sight of her there nearly wipes my brain clean while Talia helps by undoing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans before sliding them down my thighs along with my boxers.

I quickly kick off my shoes before discarding my jeans and removing my shirt in one movement, tossing everything beside the bed.

My cock springs to attention when I return my gaze to Lorelei, and I chuckle at her gobsmacked face. Talia stands near her, giggling at her reaction, and places a kiss on top of her head before she joins Lorelei on her knees.

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” I say, lifting Lorelei’s chin until she looks up at me. She gulps, glancing toward Talia, then back at me.

“Shut up, Ash. I can handle it.”

“Don’t worry, babydoll. You can totally take it. I’ll show you,” Talia encourages.

My cock twitches at the sight of them both on their knees, and whatever conversation I thought I came upstairs to have is officially dead. I am in for a motherfucking treat, and I have absolutely no intention of complaining.

Talia grabs my cock, squeezing hard enough to make precum bead at the tip. She swipes her thumb across it and holds it toward Lorelei, who leans in without needing to be told and licks me off Talia’s thumb before sucking it into her mouth, eyes closing as if she has any idea what that does to me.

“Fuck.”

She lets go of Talia’s thumb with a pop before they both giggle and lean in, each taking a side of my cock and licking from head to my balls. Their movements send shivers down my spine, and I clench my fists. I don’t know what I was thinking when I walked into that bathroom, but whatever I had planned for tonight is dead and gone. I don’t want to leave until I’ve had my fill of both of them.

Talia and Lorelei must see exactly how badly I want more because they lean in like they’re about to take me again, then turn toward each other at the last second and start making out. The kiss gets dirty fast, and something hot and ugly starts simmering under my skin. Jealousy, probably, though I’m not entirely sure which direction it’s pointing. Is it because they’re kissing without me? Because Talia is kissing Lorelei? Lorelei kissing Talia? Or both?

Whatever. It doesn’t need a name right now.

I grab a fistful of Lorelei’s hair in one hand and the back of Talia’s head in the other, pushing them closer together instead of pulling them apart. Talia bites Lorelei’s lip, pulling a sweet moan from her and making me throb in Talia’s hand. Lorelei takes over, sloppily licking at Talia’s mouth before her hand closes around Talia’s neck just hard enough to break the kiss.

“Naughty little girl, aren’t you?” Talia whispers, smiling at the look on Lorelei’s face.

“That she is.” I clutch Lorelei’s hair tighter and turn her toward me. “The naughtiest girl, and I’ve yet to have a taste.”

She smiles like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I don’t know why some part of me still insists on thinking of her as sweet and innocent when she keeps proving she’s neither.