Page 74 of Wanting More
Hayden took a step back. "Son of a bitch, don't say that. I can't even handle that right now," he groaned, covering his face with his hands in frustration.
"Why?" She pressed, looking from him to Joel, who was now leaning back against the couch cushion, staring up at the ceiling as if calling on a higher power.
The simple question broke the dam of patience inside the usually quiet giant, and Hayden spun around and looked at her, his eyes ablaze. "Because you have no fucking idea what you're saying," he roared, making her jump in her seat.
Pressed back into the cushions, her heart pounded in her chest as Sapphire stared back at him. She could see the veins in his neck bulging as his blood pumped furiously through him. His grey eyes felt like thunderheads as they glimmered with waning restraint toward her.
Even through the thudding in her chest warning her to stop while she was ahead, Sapphire could feel the warm pulse of need between her thighs like an answering call. Recklessly, she realized she wanted and needed more. Wanted to push them further.
Leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes at Hayden and threw fuel on the fire raging between them.
"I found your jackets," she announced, and she watched with satisfaction as they both froze at her words. "Finn told meexactlywhat you used to do with the LeBlancs. Just how dangerous you used…" she paused and looked at Joel's wide, inked forearms and rough hands balled into fists on his thighs and flicked her gaze to Hayden and drank in the sight of his firm chest pressing into the fabric of his shirt. "You are," she amended.
"Fucking Finn, I’ll kill her," Joel snarled and stood up restlessly.
"Frankly, sweetheart," Hayden snapped. "You have no fucking clue what we are capable of."
"I know that the rumors of the motel are true, and if you really are what the rumors say you to be, I have no doubt that you both indulged yourselves there," she shot back. When neither man said nothing, she continued brazenly. "Surely, you must have fucked girls at the same time before."
Taken aback, Joel's eyes widened. "Never the same one," he rasped in a weak defense. "Maybe in the same room but not the same one," he pointed out. His shock, however, did not last long. With each word, he stared at her a little longer until he was assessing her with an almost predatory look. Slowly, the corner of his mouth tugged in a barely-there little smirk. "Why?" he drawled, his voice going somehow even lower. "Is that what you want? Is that what you're asking for, darlin? You want to handle us both?" Something truly wicked sparked in his deep-water eyes as if she was striking a flint at something chaotic inside of him with each bold word.
Fear suddenly speared its way through the curtain of pulsing hot recklessness she had been riding seconds before. She stared up at the two men before her and noted the way their chests heaved and the veins in their sculpted arms bulged as if they were riding the fine edge of their control.
Men. That's who she was carelessly playing with right now. A pair of men that reminded her with every second pinned under their hard gaze that she was nowhere in the realm of their same league.
Sapphire licked her dry lips and looked away.
In a small voice, she began. "After that morning, I left your room, and you both—changed—I really didn't know what to think. I thought maybe you were disgusted by me or something. I was just…so damn embarrassed and…confused. I felt rejected in some weird way. And then I just got angry. Even when I saw that you were trying to be nice, I just held onto my anger." For a few long seconds, she didn't say anything else, but she could feel the weight of their eyes on her as she fiddled with the hem of her sweatshirt, picking at a loose string. After a heavy breath, she finally said. "I'm sorry."
Hearing them shift, Sapphire looked up to see Hayden now standing near the windows by the TV, staring out into the darkness beyond. Joel had flopped back down on the couch and threw an arm over his eyes, seemingly in tired defeat. A dull pang of regret echoed inside of her.
"Did I mess everything up again?" she asked quietly. "Are you gonna go back to putting distance between us?"
Hayden turned around and looked meaningfully at Joel, who was sitting back up, and something undecipherable and unspoken passed between.
"No." Hayden shook his head and came toward her and sat down on the couch to her left. "The opposite, in fact."
Like a small bud at the beginning of spring, hope cautiously bloomed within her as she looked between the two. "Does this mean we can go back to how we were?"
Hayden put his arm over the top of the couch behind her, and Sapphire had to stop herself from letting out a huge sigh as she sank into the cushion just underneath it like a satisfied cat.
"Yes," he answered.
Content with his answer, she gave Joel a slow mischievous smile as she pointed one bare boot at him. "And does this mean you will go back to being my sweet, loving uncle?"
Joel caught her by the ankle, making her gasp. Without letting go of her, Joel slid closer across the cushions until he was directly against the arm of the mismatched couch and her leg was able to drape over his lap. Gesturing for her other leg, he waited for her to carefully set it into his lap before tugging her closer. Sapphire let out a small, breathy sound of surprise as she felt herself slide a bit in her seat and her back freefall against Hayden.
She could do nothing about the shiver that ran through her at the feel of Hayden shifting behind her until his chest was flush at her back, and his hand was snaking around her until he lightly cupped her waist.
Trapped at both ends, she looked back at Joel as he spoke.
"Sweet and loving?" he questioned with a grin as his hands began stroking her legs. "Sure, I can do that. But do me a favor and tell uncle what you want for your birthday?"
Hayden groaned above her, and she felt the rumbling vibration run through her directly to her nipples. Sapphire tried to cover the intense feeling with a laugh.
Pressing her leg further into Joel's hand, Sapphire let herself relax further into Hayden's chest. For a few seconds, she just stared at his hand at her waist. She shouldn't, she told herself. She would be playing with fire if she did but knew she couldn't help it.
Cupping his large hand, she tightened her fingers around it and pulled, relieved and ecstatic at once as Hayden allowed her to bring it further around until it was settled on the soft flesh just above her sex. She felt his chest rise sharply beneath her just as his hand curled into a fist around the sweatshirt fabric.
