Page 62 of Honey Pot

“Always so mouthy, aren’t you?” He groaned and pounded into me faster than time. Each thrust shook the bed and forced my orgasm higher.

I was overstimulated, my core raw, but he didn’t slow down even when Dean rolled into me and took one of my nipples into his mouth or when his fingers slid down to my clit.

Overwhelmed, Cael hammered into me faster while Dean circled my aching core relentlessly. The bed shook beneath me, caught between pushing myself into extreme pleasure and letting the heartbreaking memories of Cael Cody sweep me away.

I was fine.

Foggy almost, and ready to finish, until Cael opened his stupid, pretty mouth. His disheveled blond hair stuck to his strong neck, and his lips red from kissing Dean.

“You’re so beautiful.” The praise was too tender. I could feel the swell of butterflies as they rose through me. I needed the cocky boy. I couldn’t handle this tangled version of grown Cael and the seventeen-year-old version of him that had been left branded to my skin after our first time.

“Shut up,” I blurted out. “Just shut up and fuck me, Cael.”

Dean pulled my chin toward him, capturing my lips in a rough kiss as Cael huffed, dipping down and kissing my neck.

“Cael,” I whined loudly against Dean. The kiss was enough distraction for me as the orgasm tore through my body, and Cael stiffened on top of me. “Fuck!” I gripped tightly to his biceps as he rocked forward roughly, hitting every unstable, overworked nerve. His cock throbbed as he completed his promise of both of them taking turns to fill me to the brim. Dean’s sticky orgasm was still clinging to my throat, and Cael’s was dripping from between my thighs.

Cael silently rolled off of me, sandwiching me between their giant, sweaty bodies. Dean rubbed lazy circles against my thigh as I worked to catch my breath. Cael didn’t say a word, his eyes plastered to the dark ceiling above us.

I had a feeling I had made a mistake.

Fucking him for the first time, since the first time. Doing it with his best friend hadn’t been the plan, but they were hard to resist and, at the time, I thought it would push Cael further away.

Instead, it only reopened old wounds that I thought were healed.

And I had a feeling it opened wounds I didn’t understand between the two of them.

Shit.

The adrenaline from the orgasm was wearing off, and the panic was seeping in.

“I should go,” I pushed away from Dean, kissing his cheek. “This—”

“You stay, I’ll go,” Cael panted between shallow breaths, rolling his sweaty, tanned chest further away from me.

“No,” I protested. Even if I felt welcome, this room, this space. It wasn’t mine to invade. “Thank you,” I hummed, my legs still wobbly from the orgasm as I found the floor and collected my shorts. “This was… fun…” I groaned and wrapped the buttonless jersey around my chest as best as I could to at least cover myself for the shameful exit.

I didn’t look at Cael. I couldn’t. Instead, I just backed away and closed the door behind me. It was only when I was safe in the guest room, the door locked behind me, that I sunk to the floor and cried.

Some wounds never heal.

MATTHEWS

2016

I snuck out.

Me, Clementine Mary Matthews, snuck out of my house to go to a house party across town without my Daddy’s permission andwithoutCael.

My hands shook at my side. Most of the walk over there was spent trying to convince myself of why I should turn back and go home. But Kiefer Hart, from my advanced Socials class, had told me specifically to come.

“It’ll be fun, and all the girls that usually show up are all the same. Having some fresh faces around to talk to would be nice.”

Kiefer was cute,really cute. A six-foot hockey player for our high school team. He had dark, wavy hair that he always shoved under a cowboy hat when we weren’t in class and big, glassy green eyes that looked like the pine trees that grew along the highway leading into the city.

Cael hated him, from the tip of his black suede cowboy hat to the worn-out leather of his pointed cowboy boots. ‘He’s a showboat with a charming smile. There’s nothing sweet or gentlemanly about that guy. All hockey players have an agenda, Plum.’

It always sounded like Cael was jealous of him, but I still would go into the situation cautiously. Cael might have been jealous, but he wasn’t usually wrong about people. The party was already pumping when I arrived in my jean shorts andBrittany Spearsbaggy t-shirt. I had tucked my long brown hair into a ponytail and put on a little bit of makeup.

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