Page 78 of Hell and High Water

In the midst of kissing and touching Gavin, running her fingernails down his chest and arms, Hellena’s eyes drift back to me, making sure I’m still watching, checking to see that I am appropriately tortured and punished.

As if I could ever look at anything other than her.

Her searing, appraising looks work me up, though. She’s taunting me with every arch of her back.

So I glare right back at her, thumbing the head of my cock and licking the clear, sticky drop that comes away on my thumb. Her expression heats to this, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Take that, Hell.

A wag of my eyebrows has her baring her teeth at me, reaching down to guide Gavin’s rigid pillar down, situating it in her opening with a soft gasp.

Gavin drives into her with a luxurious, long stoke, making me swallow hard.

Imagining that silk, satin, the cashmere of her walls wrapped around me on every side, pressing against me, hugging me and drawing me deeper…

I almost lose it, letting off the steady pumping of my fist.

All she has to do is say the word and I would happily join them on the bed. Of course, that’s not going to happen.

However, I will not sit here forever.

Her eyes flutter closed as Gavin plunges into her depths again, harder. In that split second of distraction, I rise, crossing the room to get a better angle.

I need to see her full figure, her curves from above.

Ever since the Ball, she’s all I can think about. Making love to her on stage in the middle of our performance might be the single most incredible experience of my life.

Passionately losing ourselves in the dance.

Losing ourselves in each other.

To the show and music and the energy of the audience.

Every one of those memories makes me even harder, sets my heart pounding against my ribcage.

“Evan…” My name snaps me back to the present, to the goddess lying sprawled below me. She’s half-lidded, her eyes glossy with lust. Gavin is driving her closer and closer to a devastating unwinding.

“Look at him, Hellena. Only him,” he growls, looking up at me with a sly smile as he plows into her again, long, slow, and sultry.

Like he’s bragging right in my face.

These two are going to make me lose it.

The fact that they both know how to get under my skin makes it that much more captivating, enraging, and fun.

“Make me…” she moans.

“Yeah, Lena, tell me…”

“Take me…” she breathes, still piercing me with those eyes.

“Come for us, Hell,” I whisper, willing her to combust, willing Gavin to go with her.

So I can join them.

It’s all I want.

All I need.

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