How Sinners Fight (Sinners of Hawthorne University 2)

Declan and Elias are on my side. They’ve chosen me.

That’s all I need to know right now.

Without a word, I step between them and begin to stride across campus, heading toward my dorm building. I don’t even have to look back to know that they’ve fallen into step just behind me. I can feel them. The energy between us crackles like lightning, making us feel connected somehow even though we’re no longer touching.

None of us speak as I use my key card to get inside the building and lead them up the stairs to my floor, but every step we take seems to speak for us.

This is real.

Every bit of it.

The way I feel about them.

And the way they feel about me.

I slip my card into the lock on my dorm room door, and it opens with a soft whir and a click. Still silent, Declan and Elias follow me inside. The door closes, and they turn around in my small living room to look at me as I lean my back against the heavy wood.

This is where I kissed Declan for the first time, I realize. The day the three Sinners came to my room for that impromptu and totally bullshit “inspection.” That was the first time I realized that something existed between us, a spark that just needed a little oxygen to turn into a roaring flame.

My attention flicks from Declan to Elias. Both men are watching me with careful gazes, like they’re trying to read my mind and figure out if I really mean what they think I mean by bringing them back here.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I drop my backpack on the floor. Then I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

11

“Oh, fuck.”

Declan’s voice is a little strangled, and my smile widens as I drop my shirt on the floor near the door. My nipples harden beneath the thin material of my bra, and neither of the men misses it. Elias’s eyes darken, his gaze moving down to my chest before snapping up to my face.

For half a second, nobody moves. Then Declan and Elias both stride forward at the same time, closing the space between us. Declan catches my wrist and pulls me away from the door as his lips crash down on mine, and I feel Elias slip around behind me, closing me in between the two of them.

My heart rate spikes as Declan’s kiss deepens. But before I can drown in it, he’s pulling back, letting Elias turn my head to kiss me too. It reminds me of the time all three men brought me down from a panic attack by touching and kissing me, working as a team to bring me to one of the best orgasms of my life.

We’re missing a person. What was once four is now three.

I try not to let thoughts of Gray invade my head as I groan into Elias’s mouth, squirming a little as Declan palms my breasts and plays with my nipples.

It’s better this way.

Even though I know Declan and Elias can feel Gray’s absence too, even though I know it hurts us all in a way, I want them to know how much having them on my side means to me.

Determined to make them feel as taken care of as I do, I reach down and palm them both through their jeans, rubbing the heel of my hand over their stiffening dicks. As another groan rumbles in Declan’s chest, I let any thoughts of Gray fall away.

I have everything I need right here in this room.

I have two men who care about me.

Who won’t betray me.

“Oh, fuck, Blue.” Elias releases my chin, letting me turn my face back toward Declan. “You feel so damn good.”

I hold back a grin as both men thrust into my hands, touching and kissing me everywhere they can reach. “We’re still almost fully clothed. If you think this feels good, just fucking wait.”

He growls against my skin, and the next thing I know, I’ve got his strong arms around me and am being physically lifted and carried toward the bedroom. Declan is only a half step behind us, and when Elias tosses me down on my mattress, both men crawl up beside me quickly. My breasts bounce a little as I land, and the hungry look on Declan’s face makes my thighs clench. I reach behind me to unclasp the band before tossing my bra aside.

“Jesus,” Declan mutters. Then his head drops, his mouth finding one of my nipples as he palms my other breast, rolling that nipple between his finger and thumb.

I writhe beneath him, arching off the bed as sensations explode inside of me. Elias slips between my legs and starts undoing my pants, and I lift my hips off the bed to help him pull them down my legs.