Page 67 of Saving Sparrow (Slow Burns & Tragic Beginnings #2)

“I totally made that up,” Quentin whispered with a wicked grin.

Miguel entered the closet with Quentin right behind him. They looked between me and the packing box I knelt in front of. I’d left them watching TV downstairs, saying I needed to get something—code for I needed time alone. “Sorry, five minutes without you was all we could take,” he said sheepishly.

“What’s that?” Quentin asked, lowering to the floor next to me. Miguel did the same.

I showed them the small Bible. “I thought I’d finish packing some things, and I came across this. I’m thinking about throwing it away.” I’d moved all my stuff here from the Lenox House months ago, right before Amelia sold it and disappeared for good.

We’d been slowly organizing and packing everything we were taking with us to Wembly and tossing out whatever we weren’t. This was the junk box from the back of the closet I’d been avoiding.

“Do you want to throw it away?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah,” I said absently, staring down at it. There’d been no prayers, no reciting of scriptures, and no mention of God for so long I’d forgotten there ever was. Even my nightmares were a thing of the past. So, why was I sitting here holding on to the thing that had only ever caused me pain?

“You don’t have to,” Miguel said. “Keep it. At least until you’re completely sure you don’t want it.”

“I am sure. Holding it reminds me of the person I was before . I don’t want to be that person or think about that person. I’m so different now, but sometimes it’s hard to forget that the boy who once needed this was me.” I shook my head. “It’s stupid. Forget it.” I dumped the Bible back in the box.

“It’s not stupid.” Miguel pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, my silk nightgown pooling around my thighs. Quentin scooted closer to us.

“I’m not the same since meeting you,” Miguel said, fixing the strap on my gown, his fingers lingering there.

“No?”

“No. I didn’t really care—or know—what I wanted to be.

I just knew I belonged to Quentin, knew I wanted to be with him.

I still do, but I want to be with you too, and now I think about finishing college, not just attending for the sake of being close to Quentin—although that is top priority,” he inserted when Quentin shot him a look.

I grinned, leaning over to kiss Quentin’s frown.

Miguel shrugged. “I imagine becoming an English professor and coming home to both of you. I think about our kids and—”

“How many?” Quentin asked him, biting my shoulder playfully.

“Five,” Miguel said as if he’d plucked the number from his head without thought.

“I don’t think I could share you two with that many.” Quentin’s tone was pensive.

“Aren’t you the one always trying to get us pregnant?” I asked, chuckling.

“Yeah, you keep bragging about having two baby daddies now,” Miguel added.

“You know I’m never serious about that,” Quentin griped, and I kissed his pouty lips.

“Fine,” Miguel conceded, “for the sake of this conversation, we’ll go with one kid. Point is, I want more for us. So long as we were together, I’d be down for anything.”

I kissed them both, rubbing the tip of my nose against Miguel’s before pulling away.

“What about you?” I asked Quentin. “How have you changed since meeting me?”

“I want to punch more people in the face,” he deadpanned, grabbing Miguel’s wrists when he tickled him in reprimand.

“I love you,” Quentin said to me, then turned to Miguel.

“I love you, too.” His rare blush crept up, blotting out his freckles.

He’d just proven how having me around changed him, and I couldn’t have loved him more for it.

“We love you too,” Miguel and I said at the same time.

I reached over to dig the Bible out of the box, taking one last look at it before tossing it like a football toward the trash bin. The sound of it going in made Quentin whoop loudly.

“That’s my girl!”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around Miguel when he hugged me close. I pulled back to kiss Quentin, then Quentin kissed Miguel, palming his neck possessively.

He stared into Miguel’s eyes for a while after, their love for each other blinding me and filling me with joy.

“Let’s leave now,” Miguel whispered to him.

“Now?” Quentin asked, squeezing my ass cheek with just as much possession as the hold he had on Miguel’s neck.

Miguel shrugged, and I played with his earlobe while running my fingers along Quentin’s jawline.

“You said it yourself. Graduation isn’t important.

We’re mostly packed. We can finish up and be out of this place by morning.

We could even drive back for graduation next week if you wanted to.

I’m just… ready.” He rubbed circles on my lower back.

“Me too,” I whispered when Quentin turned his gorgeous green eyes on me. He caught my bottom lip with his teeth, then kissed me hard.

Miguel’s hand slid to my other ass cheek, squeezing just like Quentin.

“Okay, maybe not now ,” I breathed after breaking the intense kiss. Miguel’s cock hardened in his sweats, and I rolled my hips automatically.

Quentin let go of my ass, leaving the closet. Miguel slipped one of the straps down on my low-cut nightgown and sucked my exposed nipple between his teeth. I threw my head back, moaning and holding his head to me.

I heard Quentin return, felt him drop down behind me, then his hands were under my gown, tearing at my lace underwear. I pushed to my knees so he could rip a wide enough hole, then sank down onto his lubed fingers after he’d positioned two of them at my entrance.

He shoved my hair to one side so he could suck on my neck while Miguel worked on leaving a hickey around my nipple. I held both of their heads to me as I rode Quentin’s fingers, my cock rubbing against the front of my gown.

After a while, Quentin tore the annoying silk off me as Miguel leaned back to pull his dick from the waistband of his sweats. My hips kept moving until Quentin put his fingers back inside me.

They touched and kissed me everywhere while I closed my eyes and surrendered to it all.

What felt like hours later, Miguel lubed his cock, then helped me sink onto it.

We kissed and fucked while Quentin stripped out of his clothes.

Miguel reclined back onto the floor, and I sank my hands into my hair as I bounced up and down on his dick.

Quentin straddled Miguel’s face, sliding his cock into his mouth, and when Miguel moaned, his dick jerked inside of me.

We made love in the closet for hours, then fell asleep wrapped around each other.

We were showered, dressed, and had our stuff loaded in the back of Quentin’s pickup truck by sunrise, speeding toward our future.