Page 91 of Torn In Two

They were beautiful together. His tight, taut muscles straining and moving as his fucking morphed into lovemaking. Her softness beneath him, every curve, and all of her sweetly flushed skin.

He collapsed down on top of her, the two of them murmuring words I didn’t quite catch between them.

A tiny kernel of jealousy erupted at the familiarity they had with each other. At the ease of two people who’d been together before and knew each other’s bodies.

I wanted that.

With her.

Hawk’s green eyes watched me in the dim light, and my dick kicked at his expression.

Maybe with him too.

He pushed himself off her, his dick still mostly hard, withdrawing from her body and leaving a trail of his cum between her legs

He raised a cocky eyebrow at me, sauntering to the bathroom en suite, zero fucks given that he was completely naked.

I watched him shamelessly, taking in every tattoo, every scar, the light dusting of hair across his chest that tapered into a trail, then a thatch of darker hair above his cock.

His gaze was no less interested in me, despite the fact I was still fully clothed. But my work pants did nothing to hide the erection growing behind them, my dick needy over his naked body as much as hers.

He wet a cloth with hot water and then tossed it at me, winking as he got the shower running.

I caught the cloth but couldn’t let his cockiness go unchecked. I stepped into the bathroom, right into the shower with him, not giving a fuck that it soaked my uniform in a second.

It had the desired effect.

He yelped. “What the fuck, Chaos?”

We were such identical heights, our gazes locked, and I did nothing to hide the way his naked body and his still half-hard cock made me feel. He scuttled back, but I didn’t give him an inch, following him in until we were chest to chest, his back to the cold, tiled wall.

We fought a battle with our eyes.

His saying no.

Mine saying I don’t give a fuck.

I wouldn’t take something he didn’t want to give.

And so I waited.

Waited while the water poured down around us. Waited while he battled whatever inner demon tried to deny the chemistry between us. The chemistry that had been there for years, even if he hadn’t wanted to admit it.

Fuck, he was beautiful. I flipped the button on my pants.

Lowered the zipper.

I ground my dick against his, feeling him get up again.

He groaned, his breaths increasing until he was panting with need.

His gaze flickered to my mouth, our lips hovering so fucking close our breaths mingled in the tiny gap between.

“Say it,” I urged him in a voice barely above a whisper. “Say you fucking want me.”

His eyes flicked to my mouth again. His chest heaved beneath the spray of the water, breathless with our cocks rubbing against each other, so maddeningly hot I was sure I’d self-combust.

A war battled behind his eyes. His desire and his cock making it clear what he wanted.

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