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My skin vibrates as a tear slips from my eye and spills over my cheek. “Liar,” I whisper, feeling another tiny crack in my heart.
I close my eyes and try to shut it all out—everything they did, everything they are, who I let myself become before I tried to salvage the tattered threads of my dignity. I feel them both press in close, but I let my mind drift. Something tells me that while I’m here, sleep might be my only escape.
I dream of them both, like I always do. Their rough hands moving over my body, tugging on my sensitive nipples, fingers digging into my hips as I moan and writhe with pleasure. A tongue flicks over my clit as a hot, wet mouth closes over one of my nipples. The dual sensations make my hips lift, seeking relief when there is none to be had. There never is.
Fingers slide inside me, and teeth nip and bite, leaving indentations in my skin like a map of proof for all the places they’ve worshiped. My body tenses in preparation as something coils tightly in my stomach. Heat licks up my spine as pleasure sparks an inferno in my nerves. It’s always the same. The bliss will be all-consuming until I reach the pinnacle. But instead of falling over the edge into oblivion, I’ll wake up in damp sheets with wet panties and a throbbing need that can’t be sated with my fingers alone.
I spread my legs, seeking something—anything—when I feel a hard cock thrust inside me. My eyes snap, realizing my dream is reality.
As Creed’s dark eyes stare into mine with such a savage look of possession, I come, unable to hold back any longer. I come with a scream that, for the first time, makes me grateful there are no neighbors.
Creed thrusts inside me hard and bellows my name as he comes too. Before I can catch my breath, I’m flipped over on my hands and knees, and Hawk is inside me. Creed maneuvers himself to the head of the bed and grips my hair, triggering another orgasm.
Taking advantage, Creed slips his still-hard cock, wet from our combined orgasms, into my mouth and urges me to suck. “Lick me clean, Avery. Remember how good we taste together.”
Punch-drunk off my orgasms, I follow his command and let my tongue glide over him, sucking him in deep. Hawk’s fingers dig into my ass as he fucks me so hard it’s borderline painful.
“Jesus, Avery, your greedy pussy is sucking my cock in so deep. You might hate me, but your pussy remembers who it belongs to,” Hawk growls a second before he pulls out and comes all over my ass.
Sliding his fingers through his cum, he thrusts his fingers inside me, making me whimper as I release Creed’s cock with a pop.
“Doesn’t matter how many cocks you let inside my pussy. I will always own every inch of you.”
It’s like a horn blows somewhere in my brain before my head is filled with a mix of white noise and pure, unfiltered rage. I scramble off the bed and bolt for the bathroom, my unexpected move shocking them enough that I manage to slip free before they can stop me.
I turn on the shower and climb in, dropping to my knees as my tears mix with the frigid water beating down on me. I give in to the anguish and anger and scream until my throat is hoarse and my skin is ice-cold to the touch.
I’ve spent years building up a defense against them that I thought was impenetrable. Yet it took them next to no time at all to smash through every layer of protection I cloaked myself in. They took a hammer to every defense I had, and I let them. I’m so fucking mad, but most of my anger is directed at myself. I knew better. And yet here I am, crying on yet another shower floor.
The door crashes open and smashes into the wall, but I don’t look up. I’m too lost in my own self-loathing to sense the danger approaching. When I’m pulled into warm arms, I go willingly, having no fight left. I hear cursing and yelling, but the words are lost on me as I mentally scold myself.
Why do I keep allowing them to hurt me? And no matter how I spin it, that’s the truth. They keep hurting me because I let them.
They tuck me in bed, their hands stroking and soothing me, along with softly whispered words that go in one ear and out the other. The gentle cadence is enough to lull me into a fitful sleep once more.
Chapter Ten
Hawk
She falls asleep between us, Creed passing out soon after her, but I can’t settle. I can’t get the look on her face out of my mind. There was so much hatred and self-loathing in her eyes it made me want to vomit. We were already balanced on a razor’s edge, and I fear this might be the thing that shreds us to pieces.
Giving up on sleep, I climb out of bed and head out into the main room. I pour myself a glass of juice and head out to sit on the deck. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting the barn and meadow beyond it in a kaleidoscope of yellows and oranges, offering up hints of the warmth that’s to come.
As much as I like the occasional disconnect from the world—no phones or internet, and the drama attached to it—there is one convenience I always miss—the AC. This reminds me too much of being in the sandbox.
I sip my juice, hesitating with the glass on my lips, when I realize I can still smell Avery on my fingers. And now I’m hard again.
“Christ, what is it about this woman?” I ask the universe, really hoping I get an answer. But nothing but the sound of the breeze blowing in the trees answers.
I take a deep breath and try to sort out where my head is at. I came here to get some answers and to finally work Avery out from under my skin. Yet, in a matter of hours, she’s burrowed herself even deeper. I still need to know why she did what she did. I can’t get my head wrapped around how something so good could turn so bad so fast. For months, I kept running over our moments together, trying to pinpoint where things started to crumble. But I just couldn’t see it. Somehow, the happiest moments of my life were the ones that made Avery sad enough to walk away without a backward glance.
I’ll admit, when Creed came home and told me about the girl he’d bumped into in the coffee shop, I was skeptical. We always knew we’d be looking for a third. It was something we were upfront about with women. We’d dated separately before, of course, but it always fell flat. Something always felt like it was missing. And it was. I have no designs on Creed, and he has none on me. But there is something about watching him with a woman, or having that woman pinned between us, completely at our mercy, that made everything so much fucking hotter.
When he came home and said he’d asked her out and wanted me to come with him, I thought he’d lost his mind but figured it was an easy way to get rid of her. Imagine my surprise when she turned out to be every bit as enticing as Creed had promised. Sweet, sexy, and though nervous about the possibility of dating us both, there was a healthy dose of curiosity there too.
It took five dates for her to let me slide my dick inside her delectable body, but it only took one date for me to know I was hooked. It wasn’t love. It was pure and simple lust on steroids. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I know Creed felt the same way.
We spent every moment we could with each other, and it never felt forced. I’m not sure I expected forever, even after we were married. I couldn’t help but assume there would be a shelf life to our relationship. A best-before date that we wouldn’t notice until things started to turn sour. And I was right. I just never thought everything would fall apart as quickly as it did.
