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And just as I break apart, a sound—footsteps, voices- spills down the hall, dangerously close. Riot covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries, Jasper’s hand pinning me against the wall, as he finger fucks me through the aftershocks, grinding into me so no one can see what’s happening if the curtain moves. The world blurs as I come undone, owned by both of them.

The footsteps fade down the hall, the curtain swaying just enough to let the adrenaline keep spiking. Jasper doesn’t let up, hand still locked on my throat, fingers still working me until I’m limp in his hold.

Riot’s mouth lingers at my jaw, desperate. He glances at Jasper, breathless. “Let me taste her.”

Jasper slows his thrusts just a fraction, his eyes glittering with challenge. “You want to taste her, Riot?” His voice was deadly, a growl meant to break us both. “You want to know what it’s like when she cums for someone who actually knows how to handle her?”

Riot nods, shameless, licking his lips. “I’ll do anything, man. Just let me taste her.”

Jasper yanks Riot’s hand up, holding his wrist tight, just out of reach. His fingers were still slick from where they had been inside me next to Jasper’s. “Beg for it. Show her how fucking desperate you are.”

Riot doesn’t even hesitate. He’s wild, eyes black with need. “Please, Jasper. Let me taste her. Let me have her on my tongue. I want her—need her. You want to watch me fall apart for her? I’ll give you a show. Just let me fucking taste her, right now.”

Jasper lets go of his wrist as he watches me. “Go on, Riot. Clean your fucking hand. Let her see what she does to you.”

Riot doesn’t wait another second. His eyes burn into mine as he slides his fingers between his lips, slowly licking his fingers clean while never breaking eye contact with me. Jasper holds my chin in place, making sure I can’t look away, making sure Riot’s need is all I see.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” Riot groans, licking every trace of me from his skin. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Next time, you’re going to cum on my tongue.”

Jasper’s grip on my jaw tightens, possessive and punishing. “Careful, Riot. She’s not yours. Not yet.”

Jasper leans in, voice at my ear. “When I let him have you, it’ll be on my terms.”

Riot smirks like he knows this is just a preview.

Before Ican even catch my breath, Jasper pulls my skirt down and pulls me flush against him, shielding me as the curtain rustles with the sound of the next group coming through. Riot disappears into the shadows, mouth wiped clean, eyes promising things I’m not sure I’m ready for.

Chapter 16

RIOT

I slip into the shadows, keeping my distance, but never letting them out of my sight. Jasper’s dragging her through the crowd like a man on a mission. His hand is around her wrist, his jaw set hard enough to crack. I should let them go, give them their slight afterglow. But fuck that—I’m not ready to be done. Not when I can still taste Sawyer on my tongue.

She looks over her shoulder once, breathless, cheeks flushed, lips ruined. Jasper’s too busy fuming, claiming her with every step, but I catch that flicker in her eyes. The one that’s still begging for more.

They duck behind a food truck, half-lit in the neon haze. I press close to the side, not even bothering to hide the grin stretching my lips. I want to see howhehandleshernow, want to know ifshe’lllethimwipe me offherskin or ifshe’ll keep the evidence to pisshimoff.

Jasper turns her, pinning her against the truck. His voice is rough, low, pure poison. “I said you could play, but I decide what happens.”

He kisses her like it hurts, his hand in her hair, thumb at her jaw—full possession. I should be jealous. Instead, it’s like a fucking challenge. The way she melts for him, the way her knees buckle, the way she clings—every second makes me want her more.

I watch her fix her lipstick in a daze, shaking, looking at herself like she doesn’t even recognize what we turned her into. There’s a hunger in her eyes now, something wild and shining. She likes this. She fucking loves it.

I wait until Jasper nudges her back toward the group before peeling myself away from the metal siding. My skin’s electric, my brain fried—I need clawing at my chest. I make sure I’m in her line of sight as they rejoin the others, smirking cockily and knowing.

Ash throws me a look, but I just shrug, hands in my pockets, like I haven’t been watching them the whole damn time.

I grab a tray of food, slide right in on Sawyer’s other side at the table, and watch Jasper’s jaw tighten at my presence.

Perfect.

Sawyer barely glances at me, cheeks still flushed, lips bitten raw. I bump my knee against hers under the table and lean back, acting like I don’t care who sees us.

Ash clocks me first, smirking around a mouthful of fries. “Damn, Riot, I didn’t realize you were part of our group now. Are you following Sawyer around, or is she following you?”

Jace, never one to miss a chance to stir shit, laughs. “Or maybe he’s just hoping for a little group action. You know what they say about tour life.”

Sawyer huffs and flips them both off, but there’s no bite behind it. She’s still running hot—her knee presses into mine like she can’t help it.