Page 49 of Torn In Two

His hand went to the bulge in his sweatpants. He swore beneath his breath, eyes burning as he watched Hayden push me closer and closer to the edge. Hawk’s fingers strangled his erection.

“You heard what he said, Little Mouse,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “Come for him.”

Hayden pushed a third finger up inside me, and I splintered apart, throwing an arm over my mouth so my cries of pleasure wouldn’t wake the rest of the clubhouse. I panted through the shock waves of ecstasy that rippled from the place he’d touched me, the orgasm wiping out any doubt or confusion and leaving only pleasure and desire in its wake.

Hayden slowed his movements, letting me coast down the other side of the orgasm and bask in the afterglow.

He kissed me softly, his lips finding mine until the kisses turned hungrier, deeper, that connection between us so magnetic it was impossible to ignore.

I didn’t feel complete when he wasn’t here. When I wasn’t touching him.

My heart swelled with a desire to never let him go.

And yet I had to.

He pulled away all too soon, well before I was ready.

But when he did, Hawk was gone.

16

GRAYSON

Lying out on the couch like a potato, I stared at my phone, trying to find the guts to pick it up and call Kara. I had a good reason to. She’d asked me to make an appointment to talk about Hayley Jade.

The thought had me so nervous it was as if I’d never spoken to a woman in my life.

I’d seen her at work a few times now and had tried to be friendly and as nonthreatening as possible, especially because Hawk was never far away, and I was still pretty sure I hadn’t completely won him over. The man had a mean right hook, and I didn’t fancy another fist to the eye.

But I was worried if I called her, I’d get to know her better, and then I’d fall in love with her because I was a ridiculous sap like that and a sucker for curvy women with big brown eyes.

That’s how it had been with my wife. But the difference was we’d both been head over heels for each other from the first moment we’d met.

Kara already had two men falling at her feet. She didn’t need me throwing my hat in the ring just because I was in love with the idea of being in love. If she needed anything, she needed a friend.

I could be that for her. Even if it killed me.

“Just pick up the phone and make the call, Gray. You big pansy-ass chicken,” I taunted myself. “You can talk to beautiful women. You are not incapable of being friends with one.”

The pep talk didn’t help much. I had thoroughly convinced myself I’d come on too strong and she’d think me a creepy weirdo with a fetish for glove balloons.

Why the hell had I made her so many of those? She wasn’t a child.

I flipped over onto my stomach and groaned out my embarrassed frustrations into a couch cushion.

An incoming text buzzed, but when I lifted my head from the well of embarrassment I’d created for myself, my phone didn’t show any received texts. “Weird,” I muttered, only to notice my burner lit up on the bookshelf I’d last left it on.

That couldn’t be good.

Someone had broken our code.

We never texted. It was only ever a call that rang three times, signaling a meeting had been called. Worry plaguing every step, I crossed the living room and picked up the burner, using the Face ID to unlock it.

Whip:

Sorry for the text. I know it’s against the rules, but calling would have triggered a meeting, and I didn’t want the others to know about this yet. I found a body last night.

I stared at the message, a trickling sense of dread running down my spine.

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