Page 165 of Gathered Sparkle

I miss your pussy.

It’s 10 a.m.

When does your pussy open then?

Sylus…

Fine, but I need another selfie with only you in it.

Please.

I grumble under my breath but relent, angling the phone for another shot. This time, I pop a button on the uniform, letting the top gape open to tease with a hint of cleavage. When I press the button, Ace leans over, chuckling low in his throat as he catches sight of the picture.

“Subtle.”

“Oh, shut up,” I mutter, sending the selfie to Sylus.

For a few minutes, there’s nothing. No witty comeback, no snarky reply, and the silence feels almost ominous. Then my phone buzzes, and the screen lights up with a video message.

I open it, and the first thing I hear is Sylus’s low, breathless moan, followed by my name falling from his lips like a prayer. My eyes widen as the video plays, the unmistakable sound of him jerking off filling the space. “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” I hiss, fumbling to turn it off.

Ezra groans loudly from the driver’s seat. “Ireallydidn’t need to know how he sounds.”

“Sorry,” I mutter, shoving the phone face down into my lap, my cheeks burning.

Ace, on the other hand, laughs softly beside me, his shoulders shaking. “Classic.”

I shoot him a glare. “You enjoy the fuck out of this, huh?”

“Immensely,” he replies, his grin widening.

In retaliation, I grab him through the too-tight fabric of his uniform pants. His laughter cuts off with a groan as he leans his head back against the seat.

What the hell am I doing?

I didn’t even think about it, I just acted.

Before I can pull my hand back and apologize, he places his over mine, holding it there. “Don’t.”

I grin, squeezing the bulge that’s noticeably harder now. “Oh, did Sylus’s video make you hard?”

“Nope.” He grins. “But it’s not like it bothers me.”

“Really?” I shoot back. “Has he sent you the selfie of me sucking his dick too?”

Ace sits up straighter. “Too?There’s a selfie?”

“Forget it,” I mutter, yanking my hand back and crossing my arms.

I sink into the seat, glaring at the window to avoid Ace’s amused expression.

Sylus, you little fucker.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Sylus

My knuckles throb, swollen from last night’s fight.