Page 54 of The Truths We Seek

Oh, God.

Oh fuck.

God, yes.

As though he's waiting for the perfect moment, Hunter doesn't breach my entrance right away, he just presses lightly, giving me time to accept the inevitable.

Gripping one ass cheek, Hunter doesn’t hold back just as Rory pulls out of my pussy before slamming back in again. It's like they've done this a thousand times.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. " It hurts, it really fucking hurts until Hunter and Rory both reach up and pinch my nipples. It's a distraction method; give new pain so I can ignore the older one.

By this time, I'm too far gone to care where they're fucking me, I just want to come again and I want to do it now.

Hunter's hand returns to my clit, a thumb rubbing uneven circles as he fucks my ass nice and slow.

It's Rory that destroys me first.

Just as I'm about to feel the cresting power of another orgasm, Rory bends his head down, so close to Hunter he can probably feel his breath on his lips, before sinking his teeth into my flesh.

I lose my fucking mind.

In fact, my mind shuts down completely as an electric current runs down my spine and a tingling feeling at my clit makes me think I want to pee.

"Fuck yeah, she's losing it."

I gush all over Rory, squirting for the first time in my life and not understanding what the actual fuck is happening to me.

"Holy fuck." Hunter's voice is awe-stricken, his movement losing some of it's fluidity as he continues to fuck my ass.

Then it's Rory's turn, almost howling up at the ceiling as he releases string after string of cum inside my cunt, refusing to pull out until Hunter's dick releases his own orgasm into my ass.

Three mouths moaning and gasping as we each ride the wave of unfiltered pleasure with a big dose of pain. It's beautiful, it's vicious, it's pure.

It's all us.

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Getting a job was a no go, though trying to persuade Hunter and Rory to my way of thinking was definitely a fun distraction. Except that was days ago and all I have left to deal with is my grief.

I want to know more about what’s going on with who helped Trent, but I promised Bruno I wouldn’t tell and I have zero intention of breaking that promise. So that leaves me with my freaking emotions.

Sitting cross legged on my bed, I stare down at the letter from Tommy.

Still unopened.

Slightly battered and bent at this point.

His almost illegible scrawl across the front.

It even smells like him, that spicy dad smell that he always had. No idea what it is, other than comforting. Except right now, the scent is enough to carve my heart from my chest.

I’m not ready to deal with this letter, but I have a feeling I’m never going to be ready to deal with it.

Taking a deep breath, I turn the envelope over and peel it open. Tears well in my eyes before I even take the folded pages from their resting place. My hand shakes as I reach for the letter and unsheathe it.

I wipe at my eyes before unfolding the paper. Tears on paper doesn’t seem like a great idea.

Staring down at the pages, my heart picks up pace, beating against my ribs like it’s trying to escape whatever is to come.

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