Page 79 of Bearly Hanging On

I flopped onto my back, their protests choked off the moment my hands went around the base of both their cocks. The spines were far shorter, almost vestigial at the base of Tor’s, but the way he shuddered made clear they were no less sensitive. My thumb found the hard ridge of Kieran’s baculum and he let out a long hiss, before batting my hand away.

“This is about you,” he said, looming over me.

I stared into the dark shadow of him, the lack of light making it easier to say this.

“It’s about us, right?”

It was meant to come out as a statement, but I couldn’t seem to commit to that. Couldn’t commit to anything, really. Maybe because I’d tried before and failed miserably, my lovers walking away from the mess they’d made of my heart without a second look. I wouldn’t have to worry about the guys doing that, so why was that so much scarier?

“Us,” Kieran agreed, grabbing my hand, then holding it against his chest so I could feel the rapid beat of it.

“I haven’t had an us before.” I was forced to look away, not able to cope with his shadowy gaze. “Not one where I wasn’t left wondering what I’d done wrong.”

“Idiot.” Tor’s growl had my eyes snapping up to meet his. “Them, not you,” he added hastily. “Any guy that walked away from you?—”

“Is lucky.” Kieran shot me a dark look. “Would’ve been real awkward, breaking your ex’s arms and legs, then telling you that you were destined to be with us.”

I shook my head, unable to stop myself from grinning, and that had me throwing him on his back and straddling him.

“That right? You’d mess Kevin up for me?”

“Your ex’s name was Kevin?” he spluttered.

“Rob, Marty, Jim…” I started ticking my fingers off, and that forced him to move. Just one long sweep, that thick cock groundinto me in all the right spots, a prelude of what was to come. “OK.” My hands slapped down on his shoulders, holding on for dear life. “I can’t remember any of them, not when you do that. How about…?” I felt the head slip, notch against my entrance, and suddenly I couldn’t want anything more. “How about we stop fucking around and start actually fucking?”

“Not yet.” Tor plucked me off Kieran, much to the bear shifter’s disgust, then held me against his chest. That was fine. Spiky dick or bony, they’d both scratch the itch that had started up inside me. I reached down to push him in, only to have my hand slapped away. “Harper.” Suddenly Tor’s joker facade was pushed aside and something far more real rose in its place. “That’s not what this is.”

Oh shit.

I felt like I was being pulled in two different directions, one to pull him close and the other to run the fuck away, but this is what I always said I wanted, right? Every complaint delivered in a drunken rant to Daria about my latest shitty date?—

Fuck, Daria. I hadn’t warned her not to go home.

As if sensing the wild spiral inside my head, Tor turned my face his way.

“If you’re not ready yet.” He was trying so hard to be cool about this. “If you need more time.”

“You do need more time,” Kieran insisted, sitting beside me. “Mating a woman when there’s a threat hanging over her head. That’s no way to do things.”

We all glanced over when we heard the door click shut. Mack had slipped out without a word. I stared at the door, as if that would summon the wolf shifter, but it didn’t. The smooth painted surface stared back, mocking me with its blankness.

He’d walked out. Of course he did. To protect us from his brother, but… that’s not how my brain took it. Just that he was here and then he wasn’t, without saying a word. Because henever wanted to come in here, Harper, I thought. Because you forced things. Well, if he didn’t want to hang around for the second act, I was fine with that.

“Apparently Mack agrees,” I said, forcing myself to smile.

“Don’t let him—” I pressed my fingers to Tor’s lips, trying to hold back the torrent of excuses. I’d heard plenty of them over the years. Now wasn’t the time for more.

“It’s fine,” I said, glancing at Kieran, then back at Tor. “He got what he wanted. Shit, after blowing his load, maybe Mack will be thirty percent less grumpy or something?”

“Harper…” Kieran rumbled.

“I’m fine. This is fine.” Did anyone sound convincing saying those words? “So, where were we?” My voice became all throaty as soon as I got back on familiar ground. Hands smoothed down their chests, loving the way their muscles jumped with each pass. “Pretty sure I was?—”

“Harper.”

Tor was grinning along with me, getting closer, leaning into every stroke, just like a big kitty would, but Kieran stopped me with one word. Those honey coloured eyes, they saw too much as they stared right into me. My lips twitched, but my smile faded away, stripped from me by his constant regard.

“So it’s your turn now.” When I tried to push the two of them on their backs, Tor went with a laugh, but Kieran remained unmoved. His thumb kept brushing back and forth against the back of my hand. “Kieran?” I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, that surely everything would be better with a hand or blow job, but he just kept on staring. The longer this went on, the more fidgety I got. “Look, if you’re not into?—”

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