There’s no point in saying those words. I’m sure he already knows.
“Do you want me, princess?”
Licking my lips, I nod, then remember I need to speak. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to my head, and I want to hear it again and again. “Stand up.”
I slide off his lap and stand between his legs as he spreads his thighs into a wide V. He brackets me in, then reaches his hands out, and they skim a touch from my shoulders to my wrists.
“I’m going to let the boys listen in.”
I blink in surprise. “They can?”
“They’re sitting in the car right now, waiting for Andrea’s plane to touch down,” Phoenix explains as he reaches to the left for his phone. “I think they could use a little…”
“Entertainment?” I offer.
His lips twitch. “Comfort,” he corrects, “in knowing that I’m taking good care of you.”
A small surge of guilt hits me because when he says the boys, he doesn’t mean Kane. Kane’s God only knows where, suffering while we’re doing this. “We’re missing one person.”
Phoenix sobers even as he taps on his screen a few times, then grips me by the hips and pulls me forward, burying his face in my stomach. When his head turns to the side, he sighs quietly. “Do you trust me when I tell you that Kane would want this?”
I do, but it takes me a minute to form the word. “Yes.”
Phoenix lifts his head, and I can’t stop myself from pressing two fingers into the divot near his temple. A crack shot—with a surgeon’s precision—had blinded him this way. A single, perfect bullet.
“James,” Phoenix says.
“I want to hear your voice, little darling.” That soft, lilting accent is like a balm against my nerves, and I can’t help but smile, even as Phoenix steals my breath by dipping his fingers up the sweater and cupping my breast.
“I’m here,” I tell him, a little shaky.
James chuckles. “Is he touching you?”
“Got her pretty little tit in my hand,” Phoenix says. It’s not kind—it’s fucking filthy, and it makes me feel like I’m on display, and I goddamn love it, even as my face burns.
“Ari wants to know how you feel,” James says.
“I think she’s needy,” Phoenix answers for me. “I think she’s feeling a little empty. I should fill her up.”
James grunts, then lets out a soft growl. “Everyone’s had that sweet pussy but me.”
As he speaks, Phoenix hooks his fingers in my leggings and draws them down. I kick them aside, far out of the way so he won’t trip, then he taps the inside of my thighs, and I spread my legs. His fingers trace a touch from my knee to my folds, and I can feel myself getting wetter as he toys with my entrance.
“God.” The word escapes me like a prayer.
“Bloody hell, darling. What’s he doing to you?”
“You can’t see it?” I ask, looking down at Phoenix, who has a smirk on his lips.
“Blind as I am for the moment. At least to you,” he says, then dips the tips of two fingers inside me. I gasp as he spreads them, then uses his thumb to find my clit. “You’ll have to be vocal, princess.”
“I want to hear every sound,” James orders. “So does Ari.”
“What’s our boy doing right now?” Phoenix asks as he pushes his fingers in deeper. I grip his shoulders, my trembling legs damn near losing strength, but he pays me no mind as his head tilts to the side, listening.
“He’s got his pretty mouth on my cock,” James says, his voice a little ragged now.