Page 80 of Bearly Hanging On

“Does it feel like I’m not into you?” He lifted me up and placed me so his cock pressed hard against my seam. “Getting turned on is never an issue when I’m close to you, Harper.”

I went to argue, but his hand dropped down, his thumb finding my clit. My breath came out in a noisy huff as I felt a coil of arousal tighten inside me.

“But I’m always going to want more than sex.”

He said those words so seriously, bending his head to stare into my eyes.

“We do.” Tor sounded somewhat abashed, but his hands were gentle as they traced the shape of my shoulders. “If it was just a matter of rutting…”

“Rutting sounds pretty good right now,” I gasped out, trying to move to spear myself on Kieran’s cock, but neither of them would give me an out.

“What’s here, it's more than that.” Kieran’s tone remained serious, even as his thumb moved faster. Tor, damn him, covered both breasts, rubbing my nipples between his fingertips. “I get that guys before us have valued you for what they can get from you.” I went to argue, but another hand pushed fingers inside me, forcing me to stretch. “They used you as a hole to get off in.”

I was beginning to understand that rationale, because right now I’d have done just about anything to ease the tension inside me.

“We screwed up on the first night.” My head sank backwards as I stared up at Tor. “We fell into bed too fast, thinking that all of this would be easy.” He shook his head ruefully. “Seems like if it was written in the stars, that’s the way it should be, but…” His fingers pinched cruelly, sending waves of pleasure/pain reverberating through me, my clit throbbing in response. “I told you about climbing onto the roof, but what I left out was important.”

My focus was entirely trained on Tor, unable to look away.

“It was terrifying, being stuck up in that tree as a kid.” He shot me a lopsided smile. “I thought I was this big, tough tiger,but as soon as I got to the top, I realised I was a scared little boy.”

His childhood capers were a strange counterpoint to what they were making me feel, but I couldn’t say that, not when I was gasping through waves of pleasure.

“I couldn’t go up, I couldn’t go down, and that left me stuck.” Tor shook his head. “But staying where I was wasn’t a solution either. I had to do something, that much was clear.”

“So you leapt onto the roof?” I breathed.

“I leapt onto the closest safe place,” he said, drawing closer. They both did, enfolding me in their embrace.

“But you could’ve fallen and broken your damn neck.”

“I could’ve.” Somehow I needed that nod of acknowledgement. “I might’ve tested the theory that all cats land on their feet, even if I broke every bone in my body trying. I could’ve died.” His smile faded at that. “But I didn’t, Harper.”

“You had no way of knowing that when you jumped. Tor, you couldn’t have known you’d land on the roof.”

“No.” His lips twisted. “I didn’t. Some things in life, there’s no certainty to them. All the evidence, all of your experience, tells you that it’s likely to end in disaster and heartbreak, but you make the jump anyway, because at some point, staying where you are hurts more than the potential pain of changing.” He shrugged. “For me, it was the fact I really needed a piss and my mum had told me if I did it in her garden one more time, she’d beat the stripes off me.”

I laughed despite myself, and that seemed to dispel some of the tension, just leaving them. Their hands, their bodies surrounding mine, my hands slipping down, no longer knocked away as I gripped their cocks. My strokes matched theirs, and so we climbed together.

“Ready to jump, pretty girl?” Kieran asked, claiming my mouth before I could answer. “Something tells me it’s beenhurting you, staying where you were.” Damn him and his bloody bear Jedi mind tricks. “You’re not jumping without a safety net, because we’re right here.”

“With pillows!” Tor said, pulling free and tossing one from the bed at me.

I caught it and held it close to my chest, my fingers sinking into the soft filling, until Kieran gently pulled it free, replacing the pillow with his own hands.

“OK.” I nodded quickly. “Sure, yeah, we’re doing this.” My focus shifted from one guy to the other. “So if we’re not having sex because you’ll go all rawr!” My hands shot up and formed claws. “Then what are we doing?”

Kieran snorted, then picked me up and laid me down on the bed, following me soon after, staring at me in the dark. The feel of the bed shifting made clear Tor was following his lead.

“We’re here for each other, that’s what we’re doing,” Kieran told me. “Things are tense right now.”

“And not the good kind.”

Tor’s hand slid around my ribcage but stopped short of groping me.

“Maybe we’re in imminent danger,” Kieran continued. “Maybe Mack’s overreacting.”

“Maybe I’m just using that as an excuse to see your boobs, because damn…”

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