Eddie slides behind him and Bill arcs his neck to the side; he doesn't know where he wants to look. At Eddie behind him with his mischievous dark eyes, or Jem, who looks sleepy and cock drunk, blue eyes moony when her lips close around his thumb.

His thumb drags over her thumb, presses down, hooks behind her teeth. He shifts a little when the leather settles around his neck, when Eddie's fingers lead the clasps through the eyelets, when it tightens against his neck. He licks his lip, eyes dropping to Jem's throat.

He pulls on her teeth, juts her chin upward so he can duck and lick a stripe up her neck, tasting sweat and sex. His back arches, presses back against Eddie's front, animal-like. That would be better, he thinks. Just to act, not to think, animal-like.