Page 75 of Hell and High Water

His words are a knife into my heart, nails in the coffin of any animosity or grudge I could try to keep against him for everything he’s done. I need him.

But that doesn’t mean I have to give in just yet.

He leans down, aiming for a kiss, stopping short as I plant one finger right in the center of his chest. His eyes flare, daring me to continue. Begging me to let him come closer.

Instead, I point down, nodding sharply. “Lose the pants.”

His jet black pants crumple to the floor along with his boxers, freeing him completely.

“Do you want to make things right? Do you want me?”

“You know I do. On both counts.” His voice is smoky, crushed velvet on my skin.

“Good.” It’s as much of a concession as I am going to give right now.

My finger drops from his chest, trailing down to take his perfect shaft in my palm, gripping him firmly and pushing back. I reach back as I do, grabbing Gavin’s hand and pulling him with me.

He almost stumbles, stepping into the hall as I walk him from the bathroom, backing him into the bedroom.

“You’re a tyrant, you know that?’ he almost snarls as I shove him back against the edge of the recliner, still clutching him. My other hand abandon’s Gavin’s fingers, seeking him out and grasping him behind me.

“You both feel sooo good,” I moan, stroking both of my men in tandem.

Evan is practically glaring at me, his fists balled at his sides. With a wicked smile, I let go, shoving him back to sit.

“Watch. Only. Watch.”

I see the reality blossom in his eyes, his mouth opening slightly, almost as if he’s baring his teeth at me in disbelief. He won’t get the satisfaction of touching me until I’ve decided he’s been punished enough.

“Stay,” I order, bending down, dragging the tip of my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the head, savoring the salty sweet honey dewdrop right at the tip.

Evan shivers, his hands slamming down on the arms of the chair as I turn to kiss Gavin again, twisting my hips and rolling my ass in circles right in front of Evan’s face.

I can almost hear his teeth grinding.

“So that's how it is?”

I look over my shoulder to watch him shake his head, male arrogance all over his face like he could just defy me. Like he could do whatever he wants.

And fuck me, if he tried, I’d probably let him.

But he stays still, flexed from head to tip to toe, settling in to get more comfortable to watch the show.

Gavin pulls me to the bed, laying me out, spreading my legs so that Evan can see every inch of me. I’m soaked, waves of heat rolling off me as I wait for Gavin, as I watch Evan staring at my core, his eyes burning.

Dragging my legs open farther, Gavin dips his head down, burying his tongue in me and swirling it out and up to suck the tip of my pleasure.

The first few are exploratory, each one making me squirm and writhe.

He pauses to work his way along each thigh, sucking, licking, kissing every inch of my skin as he presses his thumb to my drenched opening, rolling the flat of it around and around, building my suspense.

Everything about the scenario is fucking scalding hot.

Gavin devours me again, locking his lips around my apex and fluttering his tongue in a wild rhythm, making my inner thighs clench and flex.

I rise up onto my elbow to watch Evan, still sitting stock still. He opens his mouth to say something, stopping as I arch one eyebrow.

“Do you have something to say?”

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