Page 73 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

Sabrina.

“This is exactly what it looks like!” Jonas screams with a moan as Raven breaks out in a fit of giggles. She holds up a finger telling me to give her a minute.

Slamming their bedroom door closed, I dart down the stairs where Parker is waiting for me with his brows raised high. “I told you we should have rang the doorbell.”

Exasperated, I reply, “There was a harness… and things . A whole room dedicated to… I saw Jonas in a position where- she was- there was a harness , Parker. Jonas is very bendy.”

Loud, booming laughter comes out of Parker, filling the living area and he collapses onto the oversized, incredibly comfortable sofa, holding his flat, muscular stomach.

And he is glorious. I can’t help my own bits of giggles bouncing out of me.

He wipes his tears, tries to stand, but falls into another fit. “We should go.”

“No need, we’re done. Well, not done . But we can pick up where we left off when Damon gets home.

” Jonas huffs from behind me. I turn to see that both of them are freshly showered with a lazy smile on their faces.

They greet us, and when Jonas gets near me, he says with a lowered voice, “Told ya, real weird kinky stuff.”

I look up at him, a blush creeping everywhere. “No judgement, just didn’t expect to see your dangly bits hanging upside down.” I rush out. “Also,” I waggle my brows and lower my voice. “I’ll have you know I too, once upon a time, was upside down, with my own wobbly bits swaying.”

This time Raven grabs my arms and barrels forward, putting a hand on her knee while gripping me. “The… cir-cir-cirque du S-S-Soleil guy in France!”

I chuckle, feeling my blush turn crimson. “You remember?”

She nods.

“Oh, I gotta hear this story.” Jonas grins, taking a seat on the sofa next to Parker, who puts his hands behind his head and gives me a nod to continue.

I laugh. “Nothing major. It’s exactly as you would picture it.

Freshman year, we spent our summer holiday traveling in France.

” I jerk my thumb in Raven’s direction, “Saw a poster outside a venue for a Cirque du Soleil show. It was not, whatsoever, a professional one. That being said, there was still lots of aerial silk involved. The chap with the exceptional guyliner asked me to stay behind. So I did. Things got… silky . Except he almost dropped me, but I reached out and grabbed the silk at the right time. Unfortunately, in my quick panic, I broke his nose. Ruined the silks. Had to pay a fine.” I roll my eyes. “What about you? Any crazy stories?”

Jonas shakes his head as Raven goes to sit on his lap. “Nah, I was pretty much a virgin ‘till I met Raven.”

I raise a brow.

“I kinda can’t remember anyone I ever slept with before her. It’s like they all faded away. Nobody matters but her and Damon. I’m complete now.” He says happily, and Raven snuggles into him.

I nod. “Honestly, I feel the same. Had I not seen you in that swing, that memory wouldn’t even have popped back up.

There was a time when all of my encounters were thwarted, or I was looking into the eyes of the man I really wanted.

” Jonas cocks his head to the side, but I keep my gaze on Parker, whose eyes are growing hooded and darker, sending ripples of lust to every needy pink part of mine.

“It’s like the rest of the world fades away…

and nobody but them exists. You become lost in a new world – trapped in a maze – but you don’t want to find your way out.

You just want to delve deeper into this mysterious land, no matter how scary it can be… and never, ever leave.”

From my periphery, I can see the duo nodding along, but it’s Parker I can’t tear my eyes away from.

He looks so deliciously relaxed in a white, fitted Henley, distressed jeans, and Jimmy Choo Marlow combat boots instead of his usual Armani uniform.

His glinting dog tags are out, thighs spread – one arm resting on the arm of the sofa, the other on one of his massive thighs.

My mouth pools with saliva with the need to please him.

I want to sink to my knees and crawl to him.

“Would you two like a room?” Jonas asks.

I blink, the living room coming back into focus.“Uhm,” I chuckle awkwardly, “No, no. I came to ask Raven if she’d like to do something wild with me?”

Raven cocks her head to the side and nods before I can even tell her what it is.

I beam. “C’mon then, I made an appointment at The Atelier. Jonas, Parker, I made you an appointment there as well for massages.”

Raven jumps up and claps her hands together, a broad smile on her gorgeous face.

She runs upstairs to match her outfit with mine.

Nothing incredible – a flirty black skater skirt to match my white one, a lavender crop top to match the baby pink camisole I’ve tucked into my skirt, and lavender high-tops to match my baby pink ones.

And on her hands, she wears little, breathable, lavender lace gloves.

Three hours later, we walk out of The Atelier.

Raven now has purple low-lights, and I have pink ombre.

It’s my first time going to a salon in three years.

I’ve been managing to get by with YouTube tutorials doing my own manis and pedis.

I’m not ready for that yet. I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me yet.

I may never want anyone but my men to ever touch me again.

Walking down Fifth, gloved hand in gloved hand with Raven, headed to a small cafe.

I tilt my head toward her. “I quit my job.”

She stops and unlinks her arm from mine. Why?

I can hear our men catching up to us, lost in their own conversation.

So I quickly tell her about how Damon had me fill out those mock forms. I was in the middle of realizing I was incredibly unhappy at the firm, that I really should have just followed my own dreams of becoming a doctor, when Kane surprised me.

Her face falls flat at the mention of Kane’s name.

“I know it feels sudden to everyone else, but I think I’ve been unhappy for a very long time there.

I kept pressing on because if I just smiled, it would be okay. ”

Raven nods, but her brows are still knitted together, her caramel gaze locked on mine. “N…Not s-s-sudden for… you .”

I shake my head. “No, it was not.”

Her hands come up again. But are you happy? She signs, putting an emphasis on ‘you’ by placing her index finger on my pendant, not my skin.

It’s my turn for my brows to knit together. “I think I’m getting there, honestly. I was up all morning filling out med-school applications. I don’t know. I see you living your dream, watch Jonas on the telly, and see Mav being a total badass, and I want that for me as well. ”

Dreams can change. I think… I think a part of me really wants to be a mom. She laughs. I can’t believe I'm saying this, but I want a big family. I want… I want everything that was almost taken away from me .

I gasp. Tears spring into my eyes. “You’re being an arse, Raven. I don’t want to cry, but goddamnit, that was intense.”

She grins, wiping away a tear of her own. It’s okay if our dreams change, Sabrina. Want to know why?

“Hmm?”

“Be…cause in m-my dreams, you’re st-st-still by my s-side.”

And so, there on the busy streets of Fifth Avenue, I tug my best friend to me as tight as I can.

The skin of her arms is touching mine, my face is in her hair, and she hugs me back just as fiercely.

And somehow, while parts of me are being chipped away, other parts are being mended back together – frazzling me.

I pull away from her, and she wipes my tears away with the pad of her thumb. “I know we have our men. But I knew you were my soul-twin the second we met.”

“Yin…” she points to me, then herself “and yang.” She breathes, and I nod.

She laces her hands through mine again and turns forward so we can continue walking.

I look over my shoulder at the guys and make a motion for them to follow us, mentally thanking Parker for knowing I needed a second with Raven and – and for not interfering.

We have lunch at the upscale cafe, then Parker drives us home to Brooklyn Heights.

I sit in the passenger seat while the lovebirds sit in the back.

Parker and Jonas talk about Sportsball Things & Stats, while Raven and I listen in.

Very smoothly, I grab Parker’s hand to hold.

But it doesn’t feel right. I slip off my glove and try again – sighing happily when it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Parker smiles that panty-melting smile, and that’s exactly what I do - I melt.

We part ways when we arrive in Brooklyn, and we each go to our own homes.

Watching a man as large and imposing as Parker become breathless and whimpering – trying not to come while I'm massaging his balls, and the tip of his cock is down my throat – has to be the most empowering thing ever.

"Fuck baby, you gotta... Sabrina, fuck ." His upper lip goes up in a snarl before his lashes flutter. "You suck my dick so good, baby."

It's like listening to my favorite song on repeat. Like baking the best recipe on the first try. Like watching the first snowfall of the year. Loving this man feels like all of my favorite things.

And I really like making him come.

"Don't fucking stop. That's it, baby. Don't stop. Just like that. Just like that... Oh FUCK!"

I take as much more of him as I can when his hips piston in a jerky rhythm, curling around me until he falls limp, hands sliding from my hair to his sides. I lick up the barbells on his shaft and kiss the crown. He twitches and lets out a soft groan, running his fingers through his hair.

"Holy shit. I think you ate my soul."Tucking himself back into his jeans, he taps his thigh with his two fingers. "Come here."

I climb up and settle into his lap, my back against the arm of the couch, my knees up and feet planted on the sofa.