Page 95 of Torn In Two

“You don’t need to,” he assured me.

Between Hayden and Hawk, without ever breaking the deep, full connection joining the three of us, they maneuvered me onto my side, Hawk behind me, Hayden in front.

While the aftershocks of my orgasm filtered through my sex-soaked brain, they moved inside me. Slowly and out of time with each other at first, until they found a rhythm, both of them pushing and pulling at the same time, leaving me empty, then filling me so incredibly deeply I didn’t know where I started and they began.

Another orgasm swelled and built in an instant, my overstimulated flesh too much to bear, but I had no choice when it came to them.

I couldn’t deny them any more than they could deny me.

When I looked into Hayden’s eyes and he put a hand between us, whispering for me to come with him, I could only obey, the gentle orgasm whisking me away with its waves, his assurances that I was beautiful and perfect in my ear.

Hawk bit down on my shoulder, teeth not breaking the skin but enough for me to feel it deeply and reach a hand back for him. It found his ass, and I pressed into the muscles of his cheek, encouraging him to take me in whatever way he needed to fall over the edge again.

He came with his lips buried in my hair, my neck, telling me how he’d never felt anything more perfect or loved anyone more.

It was a long time before we all fell still.

A long time before they pulled out of me.

The sun was just coming up when we started all over again, all three of us insatiable when it came to each other.

30

GRAYSON

I’d written and deleted so many messages to Kara that hours had slipped by. Nothing I wrote seemed to really sum up the apology I owed her.

“Dear Kara,” I mused out loud for at least the twentieth time that morning. “I’m so sorry you saw me fucking some other woman when the woman I really wanted to be fucking was you.”

I groaned.

“Dear Kara. All I can think about is how I could only come because I was picturing you beneath me.”

Yeah, like I was really going to send that.

“Dear Kara. I want you so fucking bad I can’t breathe and I don’t care if you’re with Hayden or Hawk or the entire Colorado Titans hockey team, I just want to know if there’s any chance you didn’t actually see me screwing someone else and might want to go out for dinner sometime?”

I threw myself onto the couch and wailed into a cushion. “Fuuuckkkk.”

I tossed my phone across the other side of the room, knowing I couldn’t say any of those things. It made a weird bleeping noise, and I dragged myself over to see what sort of damage I’d done.

There was a message from Kara.

All concerns about the probably broken speaker disappeared. I pounced on the phone, stabbing at the screen, urging the stupid thing to open the message faster, even though in reality it probably only took a few seconds.

Kara:

I was wondering if you’d like to go to the beach with me and Hayley Jade today?

A familiar sense of unease settled over me at the mere mention of the beach. And yet I found myself typing back in too enthusiastic capital letters.

Grayson:

YES! I’D LOVE TO! I’D ALSO REALLY LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR

I cringed at the screen. “Could you actually be any more pathetic, Grayson? Fucking hell.” I paused. “Also really lame that you’re talking out loud to yourself, so really, is it any wonder this woman is about as attracted to you as she would be her brother?”

I pressed my lips together to keep the rambling inside and deleted the text, trying again.

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