Page 86 of Torn In Two

Hawk caught my chin and brought it back so his gaze bored into mine. “Look at her? Little Mouse, look at you.”

His words stole my breath, even though the moment was broken by Grayson’s woman shouting as he entered her.

I gasped, seeing every second of his slow slide out and then back in. The woman moaned, clutching his back, running her nails down his skin.

Undeniable jealousy bubbled up inside me, mixing with heat so hot I thought I would implode. A whimper of need escaped my lips.

Hawk hiked up the hem of my cocktail-length dress and slid his fingers between my legs. I whimpered at the relief his touch brought me and gasped when he yanked my panties down so they were somewhere around my knees.

Two fingers slipped inside me easily. Hawk glanced over his shoulder, watching Grayson having sex and matching the speed of his thrusts with his fingers.

Grayson and the woman were beautiful together. Her legs wrapped around him as they writhed, both of them taking what they needed from each other’s bodies.

Her head tipped back, exposing her long neck, and he fit his mouth there, sucking her and thrusting into her body.

“She doesn’t compare to you,” Hawk murmured in my ear, watching them as much as I was while he pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Nobody does. He just doesn’t know that yet because you haven’t let him see you. He hasn’t had the pleasure of you dripping down his throat, your thighs locking around his head when you come. He hasn’t had you bouncing on his cock while he sucks your tits. If you let him see you like you let me, he’d be on his knees in front of you right now, worshipping your pussy the way I can’t wait to get you home to do.”

“Yes.” I wasn’t exactly sure of what I was agreeing to. Maybe it was the idea of leaving this place, getting back to somewhere I felt comfortable, and letting Hawk make good on every dirty promise he’d made tonight.

Maybe it was the idea of Grayson wanting me, if only I would let him in.

I shuddered in Hawk’s arms, needing so much more than just his fingers.

“Come for him, Little Mouse. Come watching him fuck her, and then I’ll take you home and do it better.” Hawk’s fingers pressed that spot inside me, stroking it so perfectly.

Just behind him, Grayson moved harder, faster. His hips pounding into the woman who could have been me if only I’d been braver.

The orgasm caught me by surprise, shocking its way through my system and lighting me up from the inside out. I bit down on Hawk’s shoulder, using his shirt to muffle the cry that was partly for him, but mostly for the man across the room who had no idea we were watching.

“God,” Hawk muttered into my neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now. You’re so fucking wet I’m tempted to try fisting you. I could make you feel so damn good.”

I didn’t exactly know what that was, but I could imagine, and I trusted this man enough to know that anything he did to me, I was going to enjoy. I trembled at the thought of all the things I didn’t know yet. All the things he could teach me.

He reared back then dove on my lips, kissing me hard, his tongue demanding and sexual, promising me a world of pleasure. His dick was rigid against my stomach, desperate and needy, seeking my body out the same way mine melded into his.

Grayson’s woman came with a earth-shattering scream.

Grayson’s own moan of completion came a second later.

He would turn around at any second. See us. Know what we’d been doing. I yanked at my panties, fighting against the hold Hawk had on both my heart and my body.

He panted, trying to get himself under control, and then with what looked to be maximum effort, he pulled away, fingers gripping mine. He tugged me around a corner of the maze, leaving me with a final parting glance at Grayson rolling over, his dick still gleaming from being inside someone else.

For a tiny, heart-stopping moment, his gaze caught mine.

Then we were gone, Hawk dragging me out of the maze, stopping only when we got to the kitchen. On spotting Hayden, he strode in like we owned the place.

“Hawk!” I squeaked. “We can’t be back here.”

But Hawk couldn’t care less about my “good girl, always does the right thing, couldn’t break a rule” protests. He walked right up to Hayden, leaned in, and said in a voice low enough for only the two of us to hear over the hiss of steam and clattering of pans:

“Finish whatever you’re doing here and meet us at home. She needs us both tonight.”

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HAWK

Hayden’s expression switched from shock to something white-hot in a split second.

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