Page 25 of Torn In Two

She caught my hand, drawing it to her core. “Touch me.”

Her breaths were needy pants that matched mine. I ran my fingers along the edge of her underwear, inching them to where she wanted me most.

Three sharp thumps came from the front door, hard enough to shake the entire frame.

I froze. This was no accidental noise made by the neighbors.

“Chaos!” Luca shouted from the other side of the door. “I’m done with you not answering my calls. You owe me ten women. So unless you want me to start with the sweet little thing you picked up from the hospital this afternoon, I suggest you don’t leave me standing out here waiting.”

I’d been so damn worried about Kara’s people finding her, I hadn’t even considered the real danger came from me.

9

HAWK

TEN MINUTES EARLIER

I’d been sitting outside Chaos’s shitty apartment building for hours, watching him and Kara through the cracked blinds of his ground-floor apartment. I was fully aware I was a loser. As pathetic as a stupid high school kid with a crush, who followed girls around when they didn’t even know he was alive.

I’d turned full-blown stalker because sitting at the clubhouse, knowing she was out in the world unprotected, was more than I could handle.

So I’d sat on my damn bike, getting a numb ass, and turning Peeping Tom like the perverted creep I was.

They were just fucking sitting there. Watching a movie or something.

But he had his arm around her, and every part of me wanted to storm in there and rip it off her. Shove him across the room, up against a wall.

I closed my eyes for a second, the idea of being chest to chest with Chaos, our faces too close, coming into view.

Kara watching from the other side of the room as he undressed me. Stripped his clothes. Forced me down on my knees and demanded I take his cock.

My dick twitched behind my jeans.

I groaned, squeezing my eyes tight and pushing out the idea.

It didn’t help when I opened my eyes and he and Kara had changed positions, him lying over the top of her, her skirt around her waist and her panties on display for the entire fucking street to see.

Who was I kidding? There was nobody out here but me. I was the only asshole watching the woman he loved get railed by the guy he… Fuck. I didn’t know what Hayden was. Or what I wanted from him.

Only that I couldn’t stop thinking about the things he’d said at the hospital. About the idea of me fucking him.

I watched him grind over Kara, and the jealousy was there, hot and fast, the desire to storm in there and rip his hands off my woman.

Only when I waited a minute, watched the way he kissed her, the way her body responded to his touch so sweetly I could practically hear the way I knew she would be moaning, the jealousy disappeared.

Leaving desire in its place.

My dick got hard, and this time, I knew it wasn’t just for Kara.

“Great,” I muttered. “Just fucking great.”

I was the biggest fucking hypocrite. I’d given War such a hard time when he’d fallen for a guy.

I’d known all along that part of it was me projecting my own unresolved feelings about the idea of men fucking men.

It wasn’t done in the club. We’d grown up with fathers and their friends who used words like faggot and fairy. I’d had my first woman shoved at my dick when I was barely old enough to get it up.

Nobody had ever asked me if a guy might have gotten me harder.

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