Tug (Irreparable 3)

It’s quite a little revelation I’m having, and I feel lighter, as though the weight of my anger was with me so long I never noticed it until it was gone. I struggle to keep my eyes open when I hear the office door open. Seconds later, Tug stands over me. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes never leave mine as he lays on top of me.

I start to say I’m sorry when he puts his index finger over my lips to silence me.

“You can be angry with me if you want, freak out and hit me even. You can yell at me. You can call me every filthy name you can think of, but never say you hate me.”

My smile is just about to form when his mouth covers mine and he kisses me like it’s been years since we’ve seen each other. I kiss him back with equal hunger, winding my arms around his neck. And then, because I don’t feel close enough to him, I wrap both legs around his hips and squeeze until I can’t draw him any closer. He groans, his mouth moving over mine so passionately I can barely catch my breath, but I don’t care.

Who needs air when they have Tug Hunter?

It is a good thing Javier’s room is in the back of the loft and he’s sound asleep, because neither of us is quiet as our hands move all over each other. I can’t get enough of her lips, her taste—h

er smell.

From the office, I hear my phone ringing. I know who it is. For the last few hours, I’ve been on the phone with Tori, and I lied to Maria, which makes me a complete ass. I end the kiss and go to answer my phone because if I don’t, I’ll be thinking about Tori while I make love to Maria and that’s even worse than lying to her. Maria follows me to the office, and the guilt I already feel gets thicker as I answer my phone.

“Hey,” I say, realizing I’m winded from kissing Maria. Tori asks me to come over and I agree. I end the call and Maria studies me.

“Tori?” she guesses.

I nod. “First night alone and she’s not doing so well.” I scrub my face and decide to come clean. “I’ve been on the phone with her all night. There was no crisis at work.”

“Why’d you lie?”

“I have no fucking clue. I wasn’t ready to talk to you and she called upset. I guess I figured if I told you I was talking to her, you’d take it wrong.”

“Like you’d prefer to talk to a woman you loved most of your life, rather than settle an argument with the woman you currently share a home with. Yeah, I might have taken that wrong.”

“That’s not true and you’re not just a woman I share a home with. You’re a woman I can’t live without.”

She rolls her eyes, her slight smile conflicts with what I’m expecting.

“All right, look. This is your one free fuck-up, and only because you told me the truth. Don’t hide things from me where Tori is concerned. It isn’t good.”

“I know it isn’t. I’m sorry.”

“I have to ask you, are you completely over her?”

“Yes. She watched some Hollywood gossip show that did a piece on the band. There was my brother and a lot of women and she freaked out. I told her I’d come over because she doesn’t want to be alone.”

“Brady would never cheat on her.”

“I know this, and you know this, but the woman and her fucking hormones don’t. I’m just going to go over, wait until she crashes, and then come home.”

Tori’s passed out when I finally arrive. I write her a quick note that I was here and check on Drew before I leave and drive back to the loft.

When I enter my bedroom, Javier is curled up in my bed with Maria sound asleep. I quietly close the door and head to the couch to sleep so I don’t wake them. I strip to my T-shirt and boxers and settle on the couch. As I try to sleep, I wonder what in the fuck I’m getting myself into with Tori, and how long Maria will be understanding?

Maria’s warm lips press into mine as she straddles me. My hands mold to her hips. She’s only wearing underwear with her white tank-top and I groan into her mouth, feeling her smile against my lips. I shove her pelvis down onto my crotch, lifting my hips as I devour her mouth. Her hand slips under the T-shirt I slept in, her fingertips trailing lightly over my stomach and chest as she drops soft kisses along my jaw. The light and sensual moans coming from her mouth are my undoing. I have to have her and I have to have her now.

My hands dip into her underwear and I hesitate, remembering we’re on the couch and Javier could catch us.

“Tori stopped by to thank you and took him and Andrew to breakfast,” she whispers in my ear before sitting up and gazing down at me, her eyes weighted heavily with lust. I must have been out cold. I didn’t hear anything.

Her sheer tank allows me to see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. I bring her hands to her breasts, cuing her to touch them. Her delicate hands massage her breasts while I press my thumb into her clit, her arousal soaking through her underwear and wetting my skin. With a growl, I grip onto the sides of her waist and rock her over the length of my cock.

I lift my hips and push my boxers down low enough to spring my dick free. A second later, I hook a finger through the crotch of her underwear and push them to the side. Maria’s hand wraps around my shaft, aligning the tip with her opening before she sinks slowly on top of me, burying my dick deep inside of her.

“Oh, fuck, Maria,” I scream out, digging my fingertips in to her hips to keep her from moving. “You feel so fucking good!” I want to absorb this feeling, the complete connection for just a minute.