Page 52 of Learn My Lesson
“Not so little,” she murmurs with the beginnings of a wicked smile.
Hades chuckles. “Not so little,” he agrees.
My cock’s already stirring. When I’m with these two, I feel like a man possessed, and yet I’m more present in my skin than I’ve been at any other time in my life. My world narrows down to touch and taste and scent. I only worry about what comes next, allowing them to lead me to new heights. I’m not in the mood to be led right now. I know what I want. “I want more.”
Hades’s smile takes on a mocking edge that promises wickedness. “You have a suggestion I assume.”
“I fuck her. You fuck me.”
Meg lifts a hand still limp with pleasure. “Sign me up.”
Hades shakes his head. “Two mouthy subs.”
“You love it.” Meg suddenly laughs. “Maybe you have a bit of a masochistic streak, Hades.”
“Perhaps.” He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at her. “It’s good to hear you laugh, love. It’s been a long time.”
Instantly, she shutters. “I laugh.”
“Yes, you do. But not like this.” He smooths her hair back from her face. “You’ve dimmed your light, and I’m to blame, at least in part.”
I find myself holding my breath. This is what I want. Well, I want a lot of things, but this is so fucking important. These two people are two broken halves to the same whole, and they’re in danger of shattering because they don’t talk. It seems the simplest of fixes, but ten years is a lot of time to build up baggage. It’s easier for me to pinpoint the problems because I haven’t been here this whole time. I have an outsider’s perspective.
And this outsider knows they need to have a whole host of conversations before they can truly try to heal the rift that’s grown between them. We’ve started, and that’s the important thing. Both seem willing to continue, but time will tell. I’m more than willing to push and pester and bully them into talking whenever it’s necessary. The thought fills me with a strange kind of joy, a deep knowledge that they need me, that I offer them something they can’t get anywhere else or they would have done it long since.
We fit, the three of us.
“You shut me out,” she says softly. It’s a variation of what she’s said before.
“I did.” His fingers linger against her skin. “I could tell you weren’t happy. I thought you planned on leaving.”
She stares. “You thought I was going to leave because I was unhappy, so you decided to shut me out and make me more unhappy?”
“I didn’t say it was a smart decision.”?2
I stroke my hand back up his spine. “It won’t happen again.”
“You can’t make promises like that,” she whispers.
“Yes, I can. You might both withdraw on instinct, but I don’t. If we veer off the course, I’ll stage an intervention. Promise.”
“Fuck, Hercules, you’re such a saint.” Her words have no venom, just a strange kind of awe.
Hades moves off her to kneel between her thighs. “That’s about enough talking for the moment. We’re on the same page. We’ll decide a course forward in regard to the rest of it later. Right now, our Hercules has a request.”
My blood heats up. “More.”
“Oh, now you have nothing to say. So strange and shocking.”
Hades crawls off the bed and stands. He considers us for a moment, and it’s like a switch being flipped. I’m holding my breath again, but it’s with the kind of anticipation that comes before a violent summer storm. It’s inevitable and I’ll love every moment of it, but it may hurt along the way. He finally motions with those elegant hands. “Fuck her. Make it good, little Hercules, but neither of you are allowed to come.”
My heartbeat picks up, thundering in my chest in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” Meg echoes, though she gives her words an ironic slant.
I snag her hips and drag her under me. “Always so mouthy.”
“You’re one to talk.”
