Burn Down the Night (Everything I Left Unsaid #3)- Molly O'Keefe Page 0,49
of Joan’s tank top. Joan glared daggers at me. She was going to say no, I could practically see the words about to come out of her mouth and the moment hung on the edge of the knife.
Fuck you, her whole body screamed at me. She hurled her hate across the room like arrows but lifted her arms so Sarah could take off her shirt.
Her skin looked tan and smooth in the light, her tan lines fading since her days at the club ended. But her breasts were still white and full and perfect.
“Jesus,” Sarah said part reverent, part laughing. “Tell me to touch them. Please.”
“Do it.”
“Don—” Joan cut herself off and Sarah stopped. The air changed, the tension…changed. Cooled. She’d been about to say don’t. And we all knew it. She’d been about to back out. Her whole plan was about to fall at her feet because she didn’t want to feel anything in front of me.
I lifted my eyebrow. You gonna back out?
“Is this…okay?” Sarah asked, and took a step back.
“Yes. Do it,” Joan said, looking back at Sarah. “Touch me.”
And just like that, the heat between them melted the moment and we were all locked back in. There was no outside world. No club. No revenge. No brothers. No sisters. There was this room and the three of us.
“You’re beautiful,” Sarah said, running the backs of her hands over the top of Joan’s breasts. Joan sighed, like she was sinking into the touch. She sighed like she was letting go of something.
I recognized that sound. Women had been making it for me since I was fifteen.
Surrender.
Sarah cupped a breast in her soft white hand and licked Joan’s nipple with the flat of her tongue. It was so quiet in the room. I bent my knee and the blankets rustling over my body was loud enough to pull Sarah’s gaze to me.
“Talk to us,” Sarah said, her voice practically a whisper. Joan looked up at the ceiling as if she was trying to pretend I wasn’t there. I loved a challenge.
“Suck her,” I said.
Sarah pulled her nipple into her mouth and Joan gasped, her hand clutching at Sarah’s head.
She cupped the other breast and did the same to that nipple. I could see the wet of her mouth all over Joan’s breast.
“Put your hand between her legs,” I told Sarah and she slid that small pale hand over the crotch of Joan’s cutoffs. “Can you feel her?”
“She’s hot.” Sarah ran that hand against the seam, pushing it against Joan, whose hips started rocking against the touch. “So hot.”
“You want to taste my wife?” Joan’s eyes opened and bored into mine at those words.
“Yes,” Sarah said.
“Do you want that, baby?” I asked Joan. “Or do you want out, because there’s still time.” I had no fucking clue why I was giving her this chance. Her body wanted it, I could see it. I could smell it.
Joan shook her head.
Not good enough. “Say the words.”
“I want it.”
“Take off her pants, Sarah.”
She popped the button and put her hands down the top of the pants in the back, working the tight denim over her ass until the shorts fell to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sarah whispered to Joan. “Your body—”
“So are you,” Joan said with a little smile for Sarah, and then she leaned forward and kissed her. A soft sweet kiss on the mouth that surprised me with its tenderness. Joan and tender were not words I put together in my mind.
Joan didn’t have underwear on and Sarah’s fingers ran over her skin, down her flat stomach, over her ass, and back up to her breasts. I could hear the slight rasp of it, skin against skin and my hands twitched like I could feel it, too. I wanted to feel it.
“I want to touch you. Take off the handcuffs,” I said and then regretted it the minute I said it. She would never do it and it did no good to let Joan know what I wanted. No good to let her know that I was more invested in this scene than in getting free.
But it was too late. I revealed too much and now the power was hers again.
Sarah looked up, her eyes bright at the idea. “Yeah!”
But Joan was already shaking her head. “You’ve already broken our deal once,” she said. “You don’t get to touch. Not tonight.”
Sarah smiled—utterly in on this fake game between the three of us.