Midnight Toxicity

12.

As soon as I hooked my bra, Jack called me back.

Ian stood by the window next to the kitchenette, drinking juice while giving me the cold shoulder, and I gritted my teeth at the fuck-awful mess my stepfather had got me into.

It was absurd to hide the knowledge I knew who hired Ian a secret after he helped Jack protect me from a dangerous predator, but I remained tight-lipped. How mad would he become if he learned Andy Golding approached me as well? Would he even care? I pumped the brakes on those thoughts.

I would revisit them after I received my payment for the diamonds.

My emotions pinged all over the place as I hurried to find my cell in the bedding, where I tossed it after talking to Derry. Ian noticed my frantic movements, his brows raising before inching closer.

"Hello?" I breathlessly answered, shooting Ian an irritated scowl when he slapped my bare ass.

"It's me," Jack huffed, still acting as the victim, asking in a snotty voice, "You rang?"

I smacked the hands fondling my tits. "Um, yeah. Did you listen to my message?"

Ian crowded me from behind, curling his upper torso over mine while I faced the wall. What the hell was he up to? He had to realize his brother was on the line, but he did not care. His lips landed between my shoulder blades, and a full-body shudder rocked me.

Awkward.

"I did, so... business is all I'm good for, huh? Fine by me. You're leaving TC? Better our partnership splits up now, anyhow."

I swatted Ian away, Jack's bitter remarks confusing my lust-addled brain. The former paid me no mind, his greedy hands pinching and caressing my flesh as if he had every right to turn me into a puddle while on the phone. His hard dick poked my ass-crack, his clothes in the way, but then he surprised me by dropping to his knees.

Oh, no.

He wouldn't!

Are you really trying to stop Ian fucking Johnson from going down on you, Char?

Despite the internal battle, a thrill rushed through my veins. Dirty. So damn depraved when his tongue ran through my folds, his nose teasing my clit. I had not freshened up since he hogged the bathroom, and he no doubt tasted himself.

"Whatever," Jack groused when I didn't respond. "Where are you?"

Ian licked and nibbled at my pussy until I bent over to offer him better access. He slid his frame between my legs, pulling me down to sit on his face.

On. His. Face.

I was a terrible friend, but if our roles were reversed, Jack would not think twice about receiving a blowie while we chatted. Double standards made me angry, and I winked at Ian when he glanced up with a sly smirk of his own.

"What's that sound?" Jack turned suspicious. "Why are you breathing so hard? Hey, where are you? You weren't at school."

"Can I call you back?" I squeaked when Ian's grip on my hips tightened as he went to town on my clit. "Five minutes?"

Ian grunted like I had insulted him.

I ground down, smothering him, rocking back and forth to shut him up as Jack yammered on about something my ears glossed right over. He could have been talking about a nuclear attack, and I would not have noticed, not with Ian sucking my arousal nosily down his throat.

Sparks clawed their way up my torso, and I fought to remain upright. My thighs clamped his head in place, and his fingers dug in, his mouth eating me up.