Page 59 of Hard to Judge

For Hota, I’m ready to destroy every last one. I need him.

I’ve always needed him.

Now, because of Hailey’s love, I know I can have him if I do the work.

I pull Hailey to my chest. “Get behind her.” I want her to feel what it’s like to be crowded by us, two men desperate to please her.

“Oh.” The word slips from him before he can bite it back. He swings a leg over the table and slides in close, pressing his wide chest to her back.

His lips drag along her jaw and his hand latches onto my nape.

“Fucking perfection.” I grip Hailey’s hip in one hand and snatch Hota’s in the other. My heart thuds, and my cock pulses.

Hailey steals my mouth for a kiss while Hota’s tongue glides along her throat. She leans back just a little. Her eyes spark, and her lips twitch. “Perfection would be Hota’s cock in my ass and yours in my pussy, but this is pretty close.”

Hota’s movements stutter. “You want that?”

My siren reaches for his face and pulls his lips to hers, kissing the belief into him, and then pulls back. “Haven’t you figured it out? We want everything, Hota. All three of us together in every way. The only question is, do you want everything?”

He stares at her, stunned into silence.

I pull from her heat and ram home, gripping them both as fiercely as I need them in my life until I draw my last breath.

A part of me, the old brittle part that was abused and broken, breaks away from the whole. It drifts away on a current of love and devotion pouring from these two people in my arms, in my fucking heart.

Like the day I met Hotaru and the day I saw Hailey, my world flips once more, finally righting itself.

I grasp onto them and slowly rock back and forth. I let my fear go along with that old part of me. I let myself open. I let myself dream of the life to come. Our life together.

My hips grow impatient with every stroke, with every hope for things to come. They hold tight to me too. Fingers and lips all over my arms, my chest, my neck.

Soon, I’m frantic, breathing them in, drinking their gasps and moans.

I’m shaking the whole table, pummeling into Hailey and rocking her into Hota. No one spares a moment for dirty talk or worries. We move as one perfect unit.

Hailey’s thighs shake.

“Fuck.” Hota whimpers into Hailey’s neck.

“Arlo.” My siren’s breaths hitch, telling me she’s close to detonation. Her face is buried in my hair.

“Arlo.” I barely hear the cry. His eyes are intent on me, though.

The familiar pressure gathers in my belly, but there’s a new weight in my chest. Only it doesn’t hold me down. It doesn’t hold me back. It makes me fucking invincible.

I slip my hand from their hips, grab their faces, and continue to fuck them into oblivion.

“I love you.” My words come out thin and broken from my tattered voice. I swallow and say it again. “I love you, Hotaru.”

Maybe it’s too soon, but by my calculations, it’s too fucking late. I’ve loved him forever. I can’t hold it inside anymore. I have to show him. I have to tell him.

Something passes in his eyes I don’t recognize, and that’s unusual. I’ve known him for so long that I can usually read him with ease.

“I love you.” I pound, staring at him, letting him see the truth in me. Then I pull Hailey from my hair. I hold her face next to Hota’s. “I love you, Hailey.”

“Arlo.” She sobs and screams, “Yes! I love you. Fuck me. Yes.”

The three of us fall over the precipice together and tumble into the unknown.

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