Losers: Part II (Losers, #2)

by Harley Laroux

Then Manson’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me back against his chest. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

At home, we had our separate spaces, but whenever we were all away, we usually slept together. It was comforting, easing unspoken anxieties and silent fears. Like surrounding ourselves with the feeling of home. Because really, our home wasn’t a house. It was each other.

He snatched his drink back and slung his arm around my shoulders, grinning as he said in a low voice, “Careful with your teasing, or Jess and Lucas won’t be the only ones I put on their knees this weekend.” As if that was a deterrent. Frankly, this was exactly the right weekend for misbehavior. I generally knew how far I could push Vincent, but Manson was trickier to read. The calculated risk made it fun.

“Most of them are the same.” I pointed out the silver band on my ring finger, simpler than the other rings. “That one is from Vincent. He made it himself.”

“Marriage isn’t something we’re really thinking about, at least not in the traditional sense. The ring is more like…a collar that I can wear anywhere. It symbolizes devotion, love, loyalty.” Her smile widened. “So I guess it’s similar to an engagement ring, in its meaning at least.”

and tied my hair up into a bun. It got wilder the longer it grew, but there was no way in hell I’d ever cut it. It was a part of me now; I’d been growing it out for years. Besides, Jason would lose his shit if I cut it off.

She laughed, reaching for me and drawing me into the stream so she could kiss me. “Suffer for me,” she whispered against my lips, and fuck it, the shower was done.

“Sit on my face, princess. Let me moan into that sweet pussy while he fucks me.”

Vincent curled over Jason, stroking his hand over the other man’s face with an expression I could only describe as awe.

“Manson is a damn good kisser, but he and I are a little too set in our ways as tops to be compatible sexually. And Jason is afraid of Lucas.”

“The dude has a fucking metal bar through his dick. Excuse me for being a little hesitant about putting that in my ass.” But he smiled, shuddering slightly. “Lucas would fuck me up.”

“Hey, I took his dick in my ass,” I said proudly, and Jason made a face as he mockingly mimicked my words. “It felt fantastic.”

“All right, Miss Anal Queen, you clearly have the superior ass.” Jason rolled his eyes. “What kind of plumbing you got...

“It’s impossible to compare the way I love Vincent to the way I love Manson, or the way I love Manson to the way I love Lucas. Intimacy can involve a lot of sex or a little sex, or none at all. Love is the same way — there’s no specific mold it has to fit. We’ve found what fulfills us.”

I wanted to live in the moment, this moment. Yet I couldn’t. I was incapable. Instead of treasuring what was right in front of me, I was too distracted by the inevitability of its end.

But he was giving it up. For us. For Vincent. For himself. He was brave as fuck and foolish as hell.

“It’s in New York.” His voice caught slightly as he said it. He was tracing his fingers over my arm, and when I looked back at him, the smile on his face was almost shy. “We can go whenever you want. Really.” “To New York?” I said softly, and he nodded. “Wherever you want to be, baby.”

Oh. It was like all the breath whooshed out of my lungs. He cupped my face, leaning so close as if to kiss me before he said, barely above a whisper, “Wherever you go, I want to be there too.”

I already knew. I knew, because he’d shown me. But when he whispered those words in my ear, it stopped my world entirely. “I love you.”

“This doesn’t depend on you saying anything. I love you. I’ve loved you. For so long. And I’ll love you, even if you don’t love me back. I’ll love you even if this is the last day I ever see you.”

“If you leave and spend your life with someone else, I’ll love you still. I want you to be happy, Jess, no matter who it’s with. And I’ll love you through all of it. Always. Forever.”

“Because you were my glimpse of heaven from hell,” he said. “You were the sun in my sky, and now you’re like a comet sent to earth. A wildfire I can touch…kiss…hold…”

Did she even notice when she switched from saying “like” to “love”? Because I sure as hell did. The word pricked my skin like a needle, but the drug that flowed through my veins wasn’t poison.

“Kneel,” she said. Her voice was soft but her words were firm, and it made something inside me clench up tight in anticipation. “Get on your knees.”

She’d never tried to take command before, but hearing that authoritative tone in her voice was sexy as hell.

Her whole body moved when she kissed me; it melded against me like hot wax, pouring into every hollow place inside me.

Our gazes clashed. Hers blazing with want, need. Demanding more from me — but also offering me an escape, opening the door to a haven I hadn’t known existed.

“Okay, hold up — I have to put my dick away for this.”

‘You’re acting like a brat. Do I need to treat you like one?’”

He locked my wrists to the headboard first, taking his time to touch and tease me as he did. Then he bound my ankles too, cuffing them to the headboard so I was left folded almost in half, exposed.

“You’re like heaven,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if he meant me, or Manson, or if it even mattered who he meant. He was right. This was the only heaven I wanted.

I’d had to build my own home, my own family. I’d crafted it in the only way I knew how; it was messy and strange, but it was mine and no one could take it away from me.

“Manson?” Jess’s voice was soft, timid with the question weighing it down. “What is it, angel?” “I love you.” The earth stopped turning for a moment.

“I love you.” It was all I could say and it still wasn’t enough. But if I could keep saying it — if I could say those words from now until the end of forever — God, maybe then, those words could take on the fierceness I meant them with.

“I love every inch of you,” I said, growling it against her skin. “Inside and out, baby. I could spend years telling you all the ways I love you, all the little things you do that drive me fucking wild. So I think I will. I think I’d like to spend a very long time showing you how much I adore you.”

“Keep being a smartass, J,” Lucas said. “Seriously, do it. It hypes me up.” Licking my lips, I stared him down. His focus was zeroed in on me. He looked like he would rip me apart.

My head was pulled back, rough fingers tangled in my hair. Lucas grinned down at me, sharply patting my cheek with his gloved hand. “Don’t get too excited thinking you’re going to get to fuck her, brat,” he said. “You’re all mine.” Oh…shit.

Lucas held me from behind, his erection nudging against my ass as he murmured, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

I wanted — no, I fucking needed to come. I was more than willing to abandon every shred of pride if it would only convince Lucas to sink that thick cock inside me.

Lucas pressed in, so damn tight. The unusual bump of his piercing was obvious immediately.

He’d buried himself in me up to the hilt. Seeing him stand there between my legs with his tattooed chest bare, his jumpsuit unzipped, grinning at me like he won something…it

I’d been fucked by people besides Vincent, but I hadn’t been fucked by Lucas.

He was fucking sexy. He was this vicious, feral, unabashedly filthy man who knew what he wanted and how to take it.

“You’re allowed to come, but he’s not going to stroke you,” he said. “Hands-free only.”

Manson flicked the vibrator to a higher setting, using it in unison with his fingers as he pumped them into her. Arousal dripped from her, glistening, and I swear I ascended my body.

Vincent swiped up the cum and smeared it over my face, pushing his fingers into my mouth so I could taste myself. The way he smiled at me made my stomach feel hollow, the gentleness of his hands compared to Lucas’s brutality.

It was a good feeling — lying there with him. We’d been living together for years. He was one of my best friends. But our relationship was one I’d neglected, almost taken for granted. It was complicated to admire someone as much as I admired him, while also feeling this almost irrational need to protect him. From the world — from myself.

My fingers were tangled in Jason’s hair when I said, “You know I love you. Right?”

-lucas

Jason tipped his head back to look at me. “Of course I do. You know I love you back.” I knew that, but it still felt damn good to hear it.

“I thought I told you to cut that shit out.” My words dripped with bitterness and I hated myself for it. Hated how petulant I sounded, how miserably angry. “Since when do you tell me what to do?”