Page 73 of Rayne

He's speechless for the first time in his life, and I feel a little tug of pride that I've done that.

Jett smashes his lips onto mine, body still but kissing me with such fire and passion that it radiates through my entire body.

Slowly, I rock my hips, unsure what to do. They take the hint, steadily moving themselves, pulling out of my body before pushing back in.

It's nothing like anything I've ever expected before in my entire life, the feeling of being full and an ecstasy so great that I could die.

They work into a rhythm—Hawk pulling out as Jett goes in, repeating it over and over. Then suddenly, they change, the two of them sliding in and out at the same time.

I cling to Jett, my nails clawing his chest as I ride through the waves of pleasure. They fuck me together—their paces growing faster as my moans get louder. As I tumble down the glorious cliff, screaming their names and clenching them together, they can't hold on either, climaxing with me. The three of us drown happily, my body between them as they touch every inch of my skin.

It takes several long minutes before I manage to float back down to reality, the three of us sprawled out on the bed together. Hawk strokes my head while Jett runs his hand along my back. I'm buzzing happily, and it dawns on me we've reached a crossroads.

"So, where do we go from here?" I mumble, eyes closed.

"The shower," Jett answers with a laugh.

I lift my head, looking at him curiously. "No, I mean this. What are we? What do we do now?"

Hawk clears his throat. "Putting this aside—what do you want? I'm sure you've given some thought to our conversation."

"I did," I admit quietly. "I think I'm going to take the LSATs and look at law school options. I was going to talk to Dad about it on the weekend. But now I'm not sure."

"Why aren't you sure?" Hawk says more sternly.

I look at him, puzzled. "Because of this," I reply simply.

He sits up, letting out a sigh. "Rayne."

"What?" I grumble, sitting up to be on the same level as him. "It's a valid question."

"It just reiterates my entire point. You're going to do the same thing as always—fall back on comfort and routine."

I shake my head. "I disagree. This thing is… intense. It's new. It's going out of my comfort zone."

Hawk smiles at me, but it's different—like something is coming.

"You need to go to law school," he says. "It's what you should do."

"But that would mean leaving," I argue. "I don't want to now."

Jett reaches for me, putting his hand on my leg. "You have to go, Tempest. We're not going to hold you back."

"You wouldn't be," I shoot back, turning my attention to him. "I can still do other things."

"No, you can't," Hawk disagrees. "This is what you need to do. You need to be… you."

I stare at them baffled, wondering how we went from such a beautiful moment to a heated discussion. "I'm not leaving you."

"Yes, you are," Hawk snaps back. When he sees my face drop with hurt, he softens, brushing my hair back. "Just for a little while. It's not goodbye forever—it's just a hiatus until you sort some things out."

"You're pushing me away," I murmur hurtfully.

He sighs sadly. "It's for the best, Tempest. Go out there—conquer the world. Then once you have, you'll see things more clearly. You know it's the right thing to do."

"I can't believe this," I mumble, wiping away tears. "I thought we had something. It's fucked up—and God knows I have no idea how I'd explain it to our parents. But I thought it was something real. I thought you loved me."

Jett sits up, pulling my head around to face him. "It's because we love you that we have to let you go. Like Hawk said, it's not goodbye forever. But the longer we stay, it's hurting all of us."

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