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Our body heat alone must be enough to increase the temperature of the bathwater as heavy breaths, soft moans, and the sloshing of water fill the bathroom. When Wilder’s fingers push their way inside me, I cry out, fireworks exploding behind my eyes as I grind against him.
However, Hawk’s arm coils around me, restricting my movements and leaving me with no option but to accept the pace Wilder sets while Hawk grinds his hard length into my ass.
“I love how fucking needy you are for us,” Hawk growls in my ear.
My only response is a whimper when Wilder scissors his fingers. My hands are clutching the rim of the bathtub so tightly that my knuckles have turned white. I’m so goddamn close and the fear that Wilder will stop at any second clashes with the ecstasy of my building climax.
“Please don’t stop,” I plead, writhing in Hawk’s firm grip.
“Oh no,” Hawk chuckles in a dark and dangerous tone. “There’ll be no stopping until you’re boneless and telling us you can’t take any more. Isn’t that right, Wilder?”
I flick my eyes to Wilder, expecting him to argue. Instead, he holds my gaze and says with conviction, “It is.”
As if to prove his point, he curls his fingers at the same time he presses his thumb against my nub, and the combination detonates the ball of fire that had been steadily gaining traction in my lower belly, releasing all that energy as red-hot pleasure courses through my body.
A single moment of clarity breaks through the lusty fog. A moment of realization, and my body tenses.
“Shh,” Hawk soothes, as if he instinctively knows what has me on edge. “She can’t see us. Kai took all the cameras out, and look, the doors are all closed.” I glance at the closed doors, needing visual confirmation. “There aren’t any windows. You’re safe.”
His calm reassurance has the tension immediately dropping from my shoulders, and I allow myself to sink into the endorphin rush that still has my muscles feeling heavy and relaxed.
Noting the change in my posture, Hawk shifts me in his lap. Aftershocks are still wracking my pussy as he easily slides into my channel. With his face buried in the juncture between my neck and shoulder, as though he needs a moment to compose himself, he grounds out, “Fucking hell, you feel so good, Little Sparrow.” The words come out strained and muffled. “Never getting to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around me again was all I could think about today.”
His words might sound crass, but the levity in his tone speaks of his true feelings, adding a sentimentality to the moment. A sentimentality that falls by the wayside as he begins to move. Wilder’s fingers rub my swollen clit, and the two quickly have me climbing up that cliff again.
“That’s it, baby,” Hawk growls. “I can feel you clenching. Come for us.”
My eyes meet Wilder’s—who has been a relatively silent partner in all this—and the second they do, a second orgasm crashes through me, making me scream. Hawk fucks me the entire way through my release, while Wilder’s fingers continue to rub circles around my overly sensitive nub.
The combined stimulation immediately has my body winding up for the third orgasm of the night, even though I’m still reeling from the last one. I’m simultaneously on edge, needing to come again, and utterly drained.
My tired eyes meet Wilder’s. “You want us to stop, Angel?”
I sigh at the nickname. I hadn’t realized how much I missed hearing him call me that until I heard it again. Despite the fact that he’s been throwing the name in my face any time he’s said it recently. Sneering it in his despised tone. Tonight, there’s none of that malice behind the name.
“Yes. No.”
Hawk chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest. “I think you’ve got one more in you.” He taps his finger against my hip in a silent gesture. “Ride my cock, baby. I want to watch you chase away the demons of today while you fuck me.”
I once again meet Wilder’s eyes, searching for approval. Somehow it feels significant that this moment includes the three of us; more than that, I’m just not ready for him to leave yet. I sense he’s not going to do anything more than touch me, but that’s okay. For whatever reason, he’s putting the hate he currently feels toward me on hold, and all of this feels very reminiscent of the old us. I want to cling to it for a little longer.
He nods, and the two of them help me readjust without sending water sloshing over the sides of the tub. With my knees pressed against the bath on either side of Hawk’s hips and my center hovering over him, I lower myself back onto his jutting, angry-looking cock.
As I feed him deeper into me, his hands come to rest on my hips, pushing me down further until his insanely large dick brushes against my cervix. It borders on painful, the way sex with him always does, but it’s the sort of pain I relish. The kind of hurt that feels oh so good.
I’m still adjusting to his size when Wilder leans further over the tub behind me, and I turn my head to watch him over my shoulder. His attention is focused on my ass, and a second later, I gasp as he pushes a finger inside.
When I involuntarily clench at the intrusion, Hawk slides one hand between my thighs, stroking along my clit with his talented fingers, while his other hand lifts to cup my breast, playing with my nipple.
“Do you remember how good it felt to take both of us?” Hawk asks, and I can tell from his lust-soaked tone that he does—and that he’s totally up for a repeat performance. He lifts his hips in a shallow thrust while Wilder stretches me before adding a second finger. “Me in your perfect pussy and Wilder in your tight ass. You looked so fucking hot taking the two of us. So fucking sexy with our cum dripping out of you.”
I shiver at his dirty words and the memory they dig up. That night was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. And yes, I’d very much like to do it again. That night changed everything between us, and I’d love to think that if Wilder just let himself forget for a while and lose himself in this—in us—that perhaps a repeat would change everything again.
And this time, I wouldn’t let my fear fuck everything up.
Not that it matters. It’s all wishful thinking. I already know I won’t be getting that repeat performance tonight. Wilder may want me; want this; want us, but he’s not going to let himself—or me—have it. Not yet, at least.
And that’s okay—for now. I’ll settle for whatever he is willing to give, and since he’s in the mood to repay me for some of those orgasms he’s denied, then that’s what I’ll happily accept.
