He splayed his hands over her ass cheeks and pushed the flesh closed around his erection as he slid and slipped and worked himself in. And when he wanted to make her scream, he fucked in so hard that a shout of pleasure would explode from him as well as her. His shouts were so agonized, hers so deep and wrenching, it felt like they each wanted to be killed by the other.
Shuddering, feverish with heat in a way that frightened her, suspended in the pinnacle of orgasm while she creamed all over the dildo, she panted, “I want Heath to fuck me, too. I want his dick inside me. I love it; I love him there.”
Grey groaned. She bit at the pillow, her face rolling against it in delirium. Her vagina rippled around the silicone shaft, but the pain, the pleasure, the torture, came from Grey, and the slow, hard way he mated her. And Heath. Heath was somewhere right now, slick and wet from coming for her. No. No. He was here. Inside her. He and Grey were inside her. And it felt so right—so, so right. Bone-deep good, the pleasure seeped into her marrow, whacking away at bone, turning her flesh liquid. And she was licking Heath’s mouth and whimpering and thinking, Don’t go away again. Don’t leave me again. “Call him back, Grey. Give me Heath.”
Grey was thundering to the brink, body taut as he stabbed her body erratically now, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Give us Heath, Grey. Let him be with us.”
“Ahh, god!”
“Grey, please.”
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He roared, and she felt the hot jerk of his penis inside her, the spurts triggering her orgasm.They shuddered together, her scream and his bellow of ecstasy coming one atop the other. And with his heart thundering against her back, her own breaths still a roar, she whispered, “I love you.” She sagged into the mattress and turned her cheek into the pillow. “I love Heath, too.”
I love Heath, too.
No, she did not, could not, love Heath, too. Goddammit.
Toni. She was like holding water in your hands; it slipped through your fingers. He could feel her slipping, ebbing and flowing away from him, his hands, his order. He was torn between wanting to flow with her and wanting to contain her; to keep her where he was comfortable.
Driving to work the next morning, he tried assimilating everything she’d said to him, some words striking a chord more than others, but all he could really focus on was her feelings for Heath.
This was all Grey’s doing. Building up his character, letting him into their bed because he trusted him. Foolishly, stupidly trusted him. Had he thought he could control their attraction by yielding to it and keep it at that? How wrong he was. How stupid. How fucked.
With this . . . with this, Heath had his fucking dick up Grey’s ass, and as long as Toni professed her devotion to him, Grey was utterly, supremely screwed by them both.
Pulling into his front slot at the basement parking lot of their building, he yanked the gear into park and punched Heath’s hotel number.The bastard answered at the first ring.
“Asshole.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Mind telling me what the fuck I’m doing in Oaxaca?”
“Doing what I told you to do.”
“The business is shit.You cannot tear it apart and sell the pieces. It’s not good enough to burn.”
“Then see the sights, Heath.You’re staying put until something new comes up.”
“I’ve seen the mummies, which, incidentally, look like you, you fucking bastard. I’m coming back to Chicago.”
“You’re staying put. Do your job.”
“You sent me to the only place I have no cell phone signal. I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Leave Toni alone. Understand?”
“She doesn’t want me to leave her alone, damn you.”
“Why do you want her, Heath? Because she’s mine?”
“I want her.” He dropped his voice to a menacing whisper. “I either take you with her, or I take you down if I have to.”
“Try it, Heathcliff. Just try it.” Ending the call with a press of a button, he pitched the phone into the backseat, gritted his teeth, and shouted, “Son of a bitch!”