Page 183 of Stick It
“Griffin—”
“No!” His voice vibrates through me. “You don’t get it. I didn’texistbefore you. The only thing that gave me any spark of life was hockey. Then you show up—this reckless, mouthy, stubborn little hurricane—and now I can’t fuckingbreathewithout you.”
My breath hitches, my reflection wide-eyed in the mirror as his hands slide slowly down my arms, slipping beneath the towel and dragging it down, baring my skin inch by inch until I’m naked and exposed, on display just for him.
His mouth is at my ear now, lips brushing the shell of it. “You think I care about class? About a game?” He nips at myearlobe, an admonishment that makes me jump. “The only thing I care about is you. Living. Breathing. Safe.Mine.”
He turns me then, his hands gripping my hips with bruising intensity. I expect him to drop his gaze over my body, but instead, he stares straight into my eyes. “I do notexistwithout you, Little Steelhawk.” There’s such reverence, such awe in those words that it steals the air from my lungs. “I live and breathe, and if need be, will die for you.”
His words cinch my chest, pinching painfully, but I know chastising him for thinking my life is worth more than his, or for thinking that I could possibly live on withouthim, would be futile. He’s not in the frame of mind to listen right now.
“You are mine, Dylan,” he rasps. “And if he’d taken you from me, I would have made sure Kyle’s death was slow and agonizing before chasing you into whatever comes next.”
I gasp as he grasps the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up so my ass is perched on the counter, the cold surface biting into my flesh. Something primal rises in his storm-dark eyes.
“I need to feel you.” His voice is like gravel, rough and frayed with emotion. “Need to feel you wrapped around me. Coming apart for me—screaming my name, alive, burning.”
Any response I have goes up in smoke the second his hands slide up my thighs, pushing them apart as he steps between them. His touch is desperate and reverent all at once, alighting my skin and making me tremble.
I’m already wet by the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers sliding between my folds before he pushes them inside. My head falls back against the mirror, my eyes fixed on his as my chest heaves. My nipples are sharp peaks in the cool air of the room, and my hand fists in the front of his T-shirt. There is something highly erotic about being naked while he is fully dressed, towering over me, staring down at me like a demon possessed, while his fingers play me like a violin.
“Griffin.” My spinearches, my hips rocking in time with his thrusts.
I’m whimpering and inching closer and closer to release when his gaze flicks to the mirror behind me. I glance toward the doorway, sucking in a gasp when I realize we’re no longer alone.
Jax stands there, arms at his sides and molten gaze fixed on me, while Griffin gets me off. I should push Griffin away, should cover myself up, but I only grow wetter knowing he’s watching us.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who couldn’t stay away,” Griffin purrs. The sound of my excitement grows louder, and he chuckles darkly. “Filthy little exhibitionist, you like Jax watching me finger fuck you?”
I shiver at his dirty words, my response breathless as I say, “Yes,” while still looking at Jax. His jeans are stretched tight over his groin, and as I watch, he moves to adjust himself.
“He making you feel good, Little Menace?” His voice is thick and deep, sending desire rolling through me.
I nod. “So good.”
He smirks, not moving from the doorway as he watches Griffin’s fingers pump into me over and over. My head rolls back to face him, but he snaps out an arm. Griffin’s fingers press into the flesh of my cheeks as he forces my head toward Jax. “Look at him while I make you come, Hurricane. See what you do to him while you’re coming apart on my fingers.”
I whimper, wholly intoxicated by the entire situation. The feel of Jax’s hungry eyes on me, knowing he wants me even while Griffin is the one making me come.
Griffin’s grip remains tight on my face, holding me in place while he rubs my clit with his thumb and drives me directly toward the edge with his talented fingers.
“Come forGriffin, baby,” Jax purrs. “Drench his fingers so we can take you to bed and make you come all over our cocks.”
Fuck.
Yup, that does it.
The thought of taking both of them at once, of having their hands all over me, lips on my skin, sends me careening over the edge. I scream Griffin’s name as I clamp down on his fingers.
When I come back down, I’m being tossed onto a bed, and I open my eyes to see Jax climbing on top of me, licking his lips as he eyes me hungrily.
“You look so fucking hot when you come, Menace. Was it the thought of taking both of us that got you there?”
“Yes,” I answer on a barely-there whisper.
He smirks before swooping in to steal my lips with a kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I wrap myself around him, uncaring of the fact that I’m naked andbothof them are fully dressed.
I’m so lost in Jax’s kiss, I don’t register where Griffin is until I feel his hands pushing my thighs apart, and my hips buck as his tongue sweeps up the length of my slit.
