Page 170 of Rattle the Cage

Fuck.

I couldn’t hold it back. I bore down against the toy, letting the shockwaves of pleasure crash over me as I buried my face in Tess’ chest. The ecstasy was explosive — I literally might explode if I didn’t find somewhere to put the energy.

So I sunk my teeth into Tess’ shoulder, drawing a sharp, breathy gasp from her lips.

“Harder!” she whined against Nash’s center.

I bit harder, thrust harder, gripped her harder — anything to get her closer to her climax. And before I knew it, Tess was quaking against my strap, practically howling against Nash’s clit.

“Fuck! Fuck!” she cried, licking Nash sloppily between yelps.

Just a few more thrusts, and Tess was completely over the edge, thrusting and licking and screaming with reckless abandon. Nash wasn’t far behind her.

Tess’ body slowed. Pulling her face from Nash’s center, she tried to catch her breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then, reaching up to Nash’s face, she pulled her down for a sloppy kiss before planting another on my lips. “Thank you…”

There was no thanks needed. I would have fucked my toy like that all day, let her do whatever she wanted to me.

We all knew that wasn’t an option, though.

Another lurch of the ship sent my toolbox clattering across the deck with the crucifix inside of it — an earsplitting reminder of how much work remained ahead of us. But for a moment, I just wanted to hold Tess close. To pretend that tomorrow was promised.

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TESS

Sitting in the back of the Cadillac, I turned the crucifix over in my hand. There was no more avoiding it. The day had come.

Somewhere between fucking my brains out and now, Blade had found the time to finish the hidden camera, and frankly, it looked immaculate.

We’d already constructed a backstory for Lola to give during the handoff. Nash had scouted the location, and we’d run scenarios a dozen times. We’d done everything we could to ensure our success. Now, all there was to do was wait.

As Cyrus drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, I peered down the alley for signs of Lola. We were parked in the shadow of Perkatory, down the block from where she was supposed to drop Chrissy for a playdate. She was three minutes late.

“You don’t think she got… nervous?” Blade bit her lip.

“No,” I placed a palm on her shaking leg. “Lola isn’t afraid of anything. It’s one of her main character flaws, frankly.”

“Sounds like someone I know, " Nash smirked over her shoulder. Out of all of us, she was keeping the most level head, but I could still see the flash of unease in her steely eyes.

“She’s coming,” I reassured them.

And right on cue, a dark shadow appeared at the end of the alley, peering cautiously over its shoulder before walking toward the car.

Lola looked like something out of a spy movie. She was wearing a long black trench coat over a matching black turtleneck. Her hair was slicked back into a bun at the nape of her neck. But in her hand was a giant tray of coffees.

As I popped open the back door for her, she passed them up first. “Thought you guys might be thirsty.”

I grabbed the cardboard carrier, passing out drinks to everyone but Blade. The gesture was sweet, though being on time might have been sweeter.

There was less than an hour until Rubin’s sermon started. A crowd would already be gathering in the park, and Travis would be waiting for his date. Somehow, Lola had convinced him that she was actually coming around on this crock of shit, and he had promised her to help her give the Messenger a token of appreciation.

We needed to go over the game plan and get into our positions before sending Lola in there.

Cyrus clearly shared my anxiety. But as the first sip of coffee passed her lips, her shoulders eased just a touch.

Lola closed the door behind her, arranging her jacket with a sigh. “Alright. I heard someone has a cross for me?”

I passed it over to her, giving her a minute to admire it.