Page 37 of Hard to Judge

He harrumphs and heads for the living room. Once more, we follow closely. Where the Pied Piper goes, we follow. He removes his coat and tosses it onto the bench in the foyer.

His wide frame dwarfs Hailey, and my cock weeps, just imagining them together. He moves into the living room, turns on a lamp near the first shelf of books, and then sits in the chair. The chair that’s right in front of the window.

The sky is dark, save for a streetlight on the sidewalk outside. The glass is so clean, you can’t even tell it’s there. Only a Christmas tree that Hailey insisted on blocks anyone’s view.

Hota spreads his legs wide and points at the floor between his feet. “Sunshine.”

Hailey’s head is up, looking directly at him. Her shoulders are back, and her knees sink to the floor, eager and graceful as ever.

He braces his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers together, studying her. “You help people daily through work and charity. Is that what I am to you? Work? Charity?”

“No.” Her head shakes. “Nothing that happens between us…” She looks over her shoulder at me, then back at Hota. “Between any of us, is anything other than need and love.”

“Love?” Hota’s gaze narrows. “If I choke you with my cock until you vomit all over my lap, would that be love?”

Need pulses in my cockhead so forcefully, I almost double over. My heart dips in my chest.

What the fuck?

I’m pretty sure Hota is fucking with her, with us both. He’s never been to the wet room at Crave. Not that I know of anyway. Then again, I don’t know everything he’s into. The mental imagehe painted should make me pull Hailey up and hide her behind me.

It doesn’t.

Instead, I’m fighting a battle of wills to keep my hand out of my pants.

“Love is not roses and sonnets,” Hailey says, lifting her chin to the provocation. “Love is a conscious choice to give yourself over to another. Love is giving them what they need. If you need to fuck my throat until I puke, I need to drink some water first. A lot of it. My gag reflex is almost nonexistent, and I haven’t eaten in hours.”

“Fucking hell.” Hota stares at Hailey as though she’s a newly discovered treasure. His mouth hangs open, and he looks at me.

“Told-you-so seems fitting.” I smirk. “She’s the best fucking girl.” I smooth my hand over her hair and down the side of her face. Her puckered lips brush my fingertips.

“Unfasten my pants, Arlo.”

The command threatens to take my feet out from under me. My gaze meets his, and I’m toast. The boy I loved is now all man. Sharp edges and weighty demands.

I step around Hailey, sparing her a glance. Her eyes are drunk with lust, and her lips are red with want. I drop to my knees beside her, and she moans.

“Aren’t you a greedy little cunt,” Hota growls. “Someone has been quite generous if you’re moaning for it already. We’re just getting started.”

My hands shake. Damn them. Sure, fear sits at the back of my mind ready to pounce, but it’s drowned out by Hailey’s reassuring presence and my lust for them. Both of them.

I meet Hota’s gaze. With a few careful tugs, I make the leather of his belt scream, and then his zipper sings in the quiet. It’s so loud in my head. My pulse pounds with the rhythm of my frantic heart.

My hands still over the black waistband of his boxer briefs.

I need him to tell me what to do next. I know what I want to happen. I also know I’m ten seconds from freaking out.

He stares at me with skepticism. I’m not as bold as Hailey. I can’t just do what I want. I haven’t been able to for so long. It’s like a physical blockade.

“Take his cock out for me, Arlo,” Hailey purrs. “I need to see it, please?”

“Jesus Christ.” Her words demolish the barricade. They unchain me. She frees me. I lift the band and tug them down his hips, revealing the weapon of my fucking dreams. A few things about it have changed since I last held the silky hard length.

“Holy fuck!” Hailey gasps. “I…” She chokes.

I grab the goddamn anaconda and pull it the rest of the way out of his underwear.

Hota hisses. His hips jerk, and his throat arches toward the ceiling.

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