Page 69 of Torn In Two

“Jerk your cock,” I demanded.

“Fuck you,” he responded. “Kara might like being bossed around in bed. Doesn’t mean I do.”

I laughed into the darkness. “Fuck your hand, Hawk. You know you’re hard and dripping for me again.”

“I hate you,” he muttered.

“Try saying that again when your mouth isn’t full of my dick.”

I shut him up by slamming past his lips, hitting the back of his throat and earning myself a moan.

Despite himself, he fisted his cock, stroking himself in the same rhythm I set on his tongue, both of us getting faster and faster until my balls drew up and I couldn’t control it anymore. I came with a shout, his name on my lips, which earned me a filthy look, even though he couldn’t say anything because his mouth was full of my cum.

His splashed over my feet, a sticky mess, his groans of pleasure only vibrating around my dick and making my orgasm all the better for it.

I slumped back against the wall and watched him finish, licking me until I was limp in his mouth, completely drained and one-hundred-percent spent.

He rocked back on his heels and pushed to his feet.

We were both sweaty, hot messes, his cum all over his hand.

We stared at each other.

He was the first to speak. “You fucking shot me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I also just gave you the best blow job of your life.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think highly of yourself.”

“Then tell me I’m not right?”

“You can go now.”

I reached for the door. “Oh, trust me, I am.”

“I still hate you. This changes nothing.”

I sniggered as I left. “You just came twice. Once in my mouth. You want to know what you taste like?”

He closed the door in my face.

I went back to my room with a grin on mine.

23

GRAYSON

The hospital clinic was busy as always, just how I liked it because it meant more and more people within the community were finding out about us and coming in for treatments they so sorely needed. I bustled around, telling Kara stupid jokes whenever I passed her because she always laughed at them, and her laughter was infectious. It brought smiles not only to me but to any of the patients who might have been within earshot of the sweet sound.

I’d heard her repeating the terrible jokes I spent each evening memorizing, and I liked seeing the patients’ reactions to the way she told them.

Anything that spread a little happiness around what was essentially a room full of suffering made the time pass easier.

“Doc!”

I drew my gaze away from the pretty brunette, who had an elderly man chuckling over my joke about a donkey and a rabbit.

Hawk waved me over to a patient in the corner of the waiting room.

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