Dulce

13

Hunter moves away from me so I can stand up.

He doesn’t move far, though. The warning is clear. If I try to run, he’ll stop me, or at least he’ll try.

“Your mark? Explain,” Griff orders, making me bristle at his tone.

“I don’t take orders from you, Griff.”

He stands up and steps closer to me, leaning over to snag a strand of my hair that’s slipped loose from its confines.

“If I tell you to do something, you’ll do it,” he murmurs, his voice full of sexual threat.

I shake my head and pull my hair free, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Ev,” Hunter starts, but I glare at him.

“What the fuck do you guys want with me? I knew calling was a stupid idea. I should have just stayed away. I know that now. Just give me my stuff, and I’ll go.”

“That easy, huh?” Griff asks softly.

“No, not that easy. It hurt to leave you the first time and even though you’re pissing me off now, it will hurt to leave you again, but I’ll get over it.”

“Well, I won’t,” he snaps. “I was so angry when you left, but I got it. I’m the bastard child of a piece of shit. You didn’t want to get caught up in the fallout, but I swore if I ever saw you again, I’d never let you go.”

“I was never yours to keep.”

“Fuck you. You were always mine. You are just too much of a stubborn bitch to realize it.”

I snap and hiss at him. “Don’t call me a bitch.”

“Then stop acting like one. This isn’t you.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. I laugh until my stomach cramps and tears dampen my eyes.

“How do you know, huh? How do you know what the real me is like? You fell for Everly Sinclair, and she doesn’t even fucking exist.”

Fuckin’ shitballs.

I back up, but with the island behind me, I have nowhere to go. I try to shove my way past them, but Griffen grabs me, hauling me so my back is pressed against his chest.

Hunter bears down on me with a feral grin. “Seems like someone has been keeping secrets.”

“You’re one to talk, Hunt. What is it exactly you want out of all of this, my pussy or his dick?”

He growls softly, leans forward, and whispers in my ear, “Now, why do you assume it has to be one or the other?”

I feel Griffen harden against my ass at the idea, which has me blinking in shock. Is he? Did they? And just like that, a light bulb goes off. I thought Griff was just joking before, but now…

“How long have you two been fucking each other?”

“Long enough to know something was missing, that someone was missing.”

I rear back. “And you think it’s me?” I snort.

“You telling me that the thought of Griff and me together doesn’t turn you on? Because the flush on your face tells a different story.”

“Watching you two would be sexy as hell. You’re both hot, and I’m not dead, but having sex right now won’t fix anything. It will be like shoving a Band-Aid over a bullet wound.”

“You think I’m sexy?” Hunter muses, running a finger along the bridge of my nose.

“I think I’m losing my damn mind. I shouldn't have called you. I need to go. I have to get back before people realize I’m missing.”

He drops his hand and watches me as Griff’s arms slide around my chest.

“What does it mean to be a mark? Are you some kind of police informant?”

Huh? Oh, right.

“No. Not even close. Look I–”

Hunter’s lips are on mine before I can finish. I freeze for a second, unsure of how to proceed, but Griff’s dick is pressing against my ass, his hands are cupping my breasts now, and I’m only fucking human, damn it.

I kiss Hunter back, enjoying his taste before he pulls away a fraction, his lips hovering over mine.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell us what the fuck is going on. If that means we have to torture you, then so be it.”

Somehow, I don’t think he means torture in the same way I do. When I don’t answer, Griff pinches one of my nipples, hard, through the fabric of my top, making me hiss.

I can’t tell them any more than I already have. I’ve already told them too much. Sugar will have a meltdown when I call her and spill.

Reaching for the hem of my borrowed T-shirt, Hunter grips it and pauses, giving me a chance to open my mouth and explain, but I’m just as stubborn as he thinks I am.

He grins. “I was hoping you’d need some convincing.”

He tugs the T-shirt up and gives me no choice but to lift my arms as he pulls it free and tosses it aside. His eyes darken when he takes in my braless state. I watch as he licks his lips and strips off his own T-shirt before pulling me free from Griff’s hold and tugging me to his chest.

The feel of his warm skin against mine has my heart thundering.

Movement behind me, followed by the rustle of clothes, lets me know what Griff is doing, but I don’t fight Hunter. Not even when he lowers his head to mine and softly kisses me.

Hands on my hips make me jolt as the joggers and boxers I’m wearing are pulled down to my ankles. I step out of them and kick them free, leaving myself completely naked.

I’m pissed off, sad, angry, and aroused. Aroused is winning out over everything else right now.

Lips on my ass, followed by teeth, have me groaning into Hunter’s mouth before fingers slide between my legs. There is no hiding how turned on I am.

“Jesus, fuck, she’s dripping,” Griff growls behind me.

Hunter tears his lips from mine. “Let me taste her.”

Two fingers thrust inside me, making me curse in shock. “Fuck.”

Griffen thrusts them in and out of me before pulling them free and standing up.

He presses himself against me, his hot, hard cock nestled against my ass, letting me know he’s naked.

Griff lifts his hand and offers Hunter the two fingers that were just inside me. Hunter opens his mouth and Griffen slips them between his lips. I watch as Hunter sucks them clean, his heated eyes on mine, and I think I have a mini orgasm right then and there.