Page 11 of Hard to Judge

“I couldn’t allow him to touch me, but I could watch him play with others. It wasn’t enough, but it was all I had. There was a woman, the headmaster’s secretary, and Nate. He would…”

“You can tell me anything, Arlo. It’s okay.”

“He did it for me,” I snarl. “He wanted to touch me and couldn’t. So he would touch them and look at me. Both of us knowing what we wanted.” My chest shakes with a breath. “I thought maybe I’d be able to, eventually, but I was so fucked up back then. My uncle’s face was so real and raw, right over my shoulder.”

I look Hailey in the eyes. “I told him to fuck Nate. I thought it would help, but it…”

“It hurt you both,” she finishes. “But he still loves you, and you still love him.”

“I love you.” I sidestep.

“And I love you.” She leans forward, breathing life into me as she puts her mouth on mine. It’s as if she pours her soul into thekiss. Too soon, she pulls back. “It doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

I search her face for meaning, not understanding.

“Think about it. Your love is not a limited resource. It’s immeasurable. It’s not like if you love me, then you can’t love him. It’s not like if you love him, then you can’t love me.”

My fingers walk up her shins, crest her knees, then part her thighs. The gasp that pours from her lips is the soundtrack of my dreams. I tug the tie holding the side of her robe against her narrow waist.

“Loving and loving.” I separate the edges of the fabric and feast my gaze upon her bare breasts, inked belly, and perfect pink cunt. “They are two very different things.”

“But you have loved him and loved him, and you have loved me and loved me.”

“Not at the same time.” My lips latch onto her nipple and suckle like a man starved.

She bows to me. Her fingers entwine in my hair, and she tugs me forward so that my chest is bracketed by her legs. She rolls her hips. Sighs of appreciation fill the air.

I move to her other breast, knead it, and then lave it.

“You could, though.”

My tongue leaves her pert nipple. The spark in my gaze flies to hers. The pressure of my hands around her milky-white tits firms. “What?”

Hailey licks her now red lips. She is the tinder. Together, our locked eyes start a fire. “You could love both of us, Hota and me, at the same time.”

“You…” I have to swallow and gulp several breaths before I can formulate words again. I’m burning from the inside. “You meant what you said tonight?”

“The best girl gets everything.” She bites her lower lip and then offers a little shrug. “Why shouldn’t the best boy? And Hota is the best boy.”

Inside my head, my demons clang cymbals. They cheer and rejoice at the possibility of me losing everything once again. If I say yes, there’s the major, massive, humongous possibility that I could lose HaileyandHota.

No matter how much money I have, no matter how many friends or investments or business ventures…

Losing them.

It would end me.

Right now, I have them both. Even if it’s not perfect, it’s pretty fucking close. I had them both on my lap tonight and both in my heart.

I slip two fingers between her lips. “Suck.” My fingers slide over her tongue and around her teeth. “Lick them. Get them good and wet for me.”

The pillow of her lips wraps around the base of my fingers. She does as she’s told. Hailey’s moan vibrates against my hand.

“Perfect.”

At my word, she releases her hold, and I pull from her mouth. A string of saliva dangles from my fingers and snags onto her lips. I gather it up, not wanting to lose a drop, and then I slip them between her folds and inside her.

“This pussy is so wet, I didn’t need your mouth.” I wiggle my fingers wrapped in her heat. “Thinking about taking two cocks excites you, does it?”

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