Page 47 of Torn In Two

So I got up, shrugged on a robe, and belted it around my waist. I slipped from my room quietly, finding Hayden alone in the common area behind the bar where there was now a brand-new coffee machine that everyone was loving.

“Could I have one of those?”

He jerked around, hissing when hot milk sloshed over his hand.

I winced. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He mopped at the mess on the countertop. “No, it’s okay. I didn’t realize anyone was awake. I’m overly jumpy around here.” He smiled ruefully. “Still kind of half expecting someone to put a gun to the back of my head at any minute.”

I sighed, hating he was so on edge. It wasn’t fair for him to live like that. He was a fish out of water here, nobody talking to him, and making it worse by isolating himself, even from me. “You don’t have to stay here, you know,” I assured him, even though I hated the idea of him going back to his awful little apartment. A thought suddenly occurred to me. “Oh my God. Where are your kittens?”

He bit his lip and then motioned for me to follow him. He went to his bedroom door and opened it a crack.

Three sleeping kittens, who seemed to have doubled their size in the last week or so, were curled up on the end of his bed.

He closed the door again and gave a small laugh. “I snuck them in early one morning when everyone was asleep. You haven’t heard them?”

I shook my head. “No, not at all. Hawk said the walls are actually pretty thick.”

“Not thick enough to avoid hearing you shouting Hawk’s name when you come though.” He chuckled, throwing the dishcloth in the sink.

Heat flushed through me, burning my cheeks. “You heard that.”

“Everybody heard that.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

He wrapped his fingers around mine and tugged them away. “Why? You were enjoying yourself. Nobody begrudges you that.”

“We could have been more discreet.” Except I still remember how strong that orgasm had been. How I’d been so mindless to the pleasure that there really hadn’t been any stopping the way my body reacted. My breath stuttered at the very thought.

“You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” Hayden asked softly.

I really needed to get better control of my expressions. “No,” I lied, though all I could think about was Hawk filling my pussy, his fingers in my ass, increasing the pleasure and preparing me for the possibility of having two men at once.

I was suddenly boiling hot, my skin an inferno. I tugged at the collar of my pajamas, trying to force the cool morning air down my top before I suffocated. “How’s the restaurant going?”

Hayden’s heated gaze lingered on me for another long moment. “I want you to come.”

I jerked. “Excuse me?” But it was too late. My core was already tingling from thinking about what I’d done with Hawk. It could barely handle the idea of Hayden making requests of it too. Arousal pooled, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the building pressure.

Slowly, his gaze locked on mine, he put down his coffee. Closed the gap between us and ghosted his fingers over my hip.

On instinct, I raised my hands to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt and fighting the urge to undo his buttons so I could touch his skin.

I trembled when his fingers found the mid-thigh length hem of my nightshirt and brushed my skin, slowly inching higher toward my panties.

His warm breath coasted over my cheek and neck. If it were even possible, Hayden’s voice seemed to get an octave lower. “I meant I wanted you to come to the restaurant, but now I’m a whole lot more interested in what you thought I meant.”

Embarrassment rocketed through me again, and I tried to pull away.

He wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my thigh and my arm, refusing to let me go. That hand on my leg slipped beneath the line of my panties, still way too far away from my center, just resting on my hip, but the knowledge he only had to move a few inches to be where I really wanted him was maddening.

My breaths got too fast, my pussy throbbing with desire.

His lips ran over my neck and ear. “I can’t stop thinking about him fucking you. And how I wish I’d come to his room and joined in.”

The sound that escaped my mouth was probably something Hawk would have made fun of me about, claiming I actually did squeak like a mouse.

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