Page 17 of The Order of Disorder

Her kisses trail lower, over my ribs, across the plane of my stomach. She lifts the elastic of my underwear, runs her tongue along the waxed-smooth curve of my mound, like she’s reaching for my clit, and need surges in me.

I arch again, harder, hips lifting toward her, and she chuckles darkly. She pulls back, gets on her knees between my legs, and parts them with a casual but reverent grace.

I’m dimly aware of cheers, voices, attention shifting around us, but I don’t care. There’s only sensation.

“You wanna feel good, baby?” Rox asks.

My breath hitches. I try to nod. The couch is soft beneath me, but the world has narrowed to her.

To one woman. One touch.

She brushes her fingers over my pussy, moving the fabric of my g-string aside, and I gasp from even that.

Her mouth lowers.

I shudder.

And then—

Oh.

When her tongue touches me, I whimper—a quiet, stunned sound.

It’s soft. Wet. Smooth. Gentle. Stroking up and over the most sensitive part of me, making my insides clench and burn.

Pleasure pours in, rolling through my veins, slow and heavy. Her mouth moves with confidence and patience. She doesn’t rush. Doesn’t grope. She tastes me.Worshipsme.

The tension builds. I try to stay present, to hold onto something, but the pleasure is too big. Too vast. It swallows thought. It turns the world to velvet.

My breath catches. And when she moans softly into me, like she’s the one getting aroused, it undoes something locked deep inside me.

I dig my fingers into the couch to hold onto something, and I don’t think.

I don’t float away. I stay right here, in my body, in this moment, as the pressure builds and builds until it’s unbearable…then glorious.

I dissolve. I come hard and soft all at once, quiet, helpless, and shivering. And something in me—something I thought had died—exhales.

Rox kisses the inside of my thigh, then looks up at me with a slow, satisfied smile. She pulls my g-string delicately back into place, like she’s closing a book, and slides back up beside me.

My breathing’s uneven. My heart skipping. But I’m basking in the pleasure and release.

In the feeling that, for the first time in weeks—months?—my heart isn’t clawing its way out of my chest.

Billy has his arms wrapped tight around Peach, who’s still straddling his lap.

“C’mon, baby,” he says, voice low and coaxing. “I wanna make you feel good.”

She giggles, covering her face with both hands. “I’m shy!” she protests. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

He smiles, tucking a hand under her chin. “Fine. Let’s go see what that mouth can do.”

She nods, eyes wide, and he lifts her off his lap. As they stand, he turns to Rox. “Keep Max with you, eh, Rox? Or give her to Silas if you see him.”

Rox gives a salute. “Aye-aye, captain. We’ll go find Maze. But don’t worry, I won’t let your pet out of my sight.”

Billy waves her off, already turning back to Peach and leading her away by the hand.

Rox stands and takes mine, lifting me up onto my six-inch heels. Next to her in her combat boots, I’m barely an inch taller.