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The burn when Griffin pushes forward makes me gasp, but Jax only tightens his hold on the back of my head, his other hand snaking between us to rub at my clit. Pleasure mingles with pain in an intoxicating blend, and I whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck, D,” Griffin groans. “You’re so unbelievably tight. I’ve never felt anything like it, you feel so fucking good, Hurricane. Do you feel good?”
I mumble my agreement into Jax’s mouth before pulling back and gasping, “Yes. So full. So…I don’t even know, but it’s so good.”
Jax’s chest vibrates beneath my palm. “Want more, baby?”
I nod, and the two of them share a look before Griffin pulls back. Heslams back into me, and I jerk forward, crying as pleasure different and deeper than anything I’ve experienced before shudders through me. “Oh God.”
Jax and Griffin find a rhythm between them, one that keeps me constantly stimulated, vibrating on the edge of release, and feeling like my entire skin is about to rip apart. It just keeps building and building, I don’t know how I’m going to contain it.
“I…” I pant, having no clue how to finish that sentence. I’m what? Going to come? Going to die? Going to explode?
Yes to all of the above.
“Come for us, Little Menace,” Jax grunts, his own thrusts jerky as he nears his release. Griffin’s grip behind me is bruising, his breath hot in my ear, and even without words, I can tell he’s close too.
I can’t hold it back any longer. I don’twantto.
Pleasure barrels through me with such ferocity that it’s all I can see, think, and feel. Light flashes behind my eyes. My body transcends into a plane I didn’t know existed. I don’t know if I scream or cry. I’m fairly certain I black out, because the next thing I know, I’ve collapsed on top of Jax, heart thundering like crazy, breathing like I just ran a marathon, and completely boneless. Do I even still have limbs?
“Fuck,” Griffin hisses, collapsing onto the bed beside us. My eyes are heavy, and I’m barely able to keep them open as I take in his sweat-slicked skin shining in the afternoon light. He meets my gaze, and I find the energy to smile at him. I probably look delirious. “Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
“So perfect,” Jax concurs, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my bones. He presses a kiss to the top of my chest before rolling us. I fall straight into Griffin’s arms, my eyelids falling shut.
I’m faintly aware of the bed moving as Jax gets up, but I’m too exhausted to ask where he’s going. He’s back a moment later,anyway, and there’s some shuffling before I’m rolled onto my back. I hum at the feel of a warm washcloth between my thighs.
“Gotta clean you up,” Jax murmurs, finishing up before tossing it aside and climbing back into the bed with us.
He pulls me into his arms, and with the feel of his steady heartbeat beneath my palm and Griffin’s warmth at my back, I pass the fuck out.
56
DYLAN
The student-athlete libraryis unusually calm for a weeknight, the kind of quiet that settles in just before dinner when everyone else is either heading to the dining hall or pretending they’re going to study later. Griffin, Ethan, Finn, and I have spread out over a table in the center of the room, notepads open and books strewn across the table.
While I’m all caught up on my schoolwork—the only upside to being benched and thus having nothing else to do with myself while my body heals and recovers—apparently Finn is swamped with assignments. Ethan, unsurprisingly, is as on top of his work as I am. As for Griffin…I have no idea. He’s the only one who hasn’t got books out in front of him, too busy staring at me for the past thirty minutes since he arrived, but that by no means suggests he doesn’t have work heshouldbe focusing on instead.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I muse, nudging his shoulder. He’s leaning back in his chair beside me, legs sprawled out like he owns the damn place, and his eyes on me while I finish off an assignment.
“Yes, but I didn’t think you’d appreciate it if I bent you over and fucked you in the middle of the library.”
Despite the traitorous flutter in my belly, I send him a withering glare.
Having overheard him, Ethan sputters while Finn laughs like it’s all one big hilarious joke. It’s not, I can tell by Griffin’s expression that he’s dead serious. Griffin doesn’t joke about fucking me.
I shake my head, going back to focus on the textbook lying open in front of me. “I mean schoolwork. Don’t you have any studying you need to do?”
“I’m a visual learner,” he replies, voice low and unbothered. “Besides, you’re my favorite subject.”
Finn hums in agreement from where he’s sitting across the table from me. I whip a harsh glare in his direction. Entirely unfazed, he flashes me a grin. “You’re my favorite subject too, Hellion.” His gaze rakes over me lasciviously, only heating my skin further.Damn, boys.This is why I should have studied with Wren.
Ethan doesn’t look up from his laptop as he interrupts, “Try focusing on econ, idiots.” His fingers fly rapidly across the keyboard. “Exams are only a few weeks away.”
Finn nudges me under the table with his foot, the ball of his sneaker brushing my ankle. I shoot him a look, but his innocent expression is ruined by the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Mm, I’m not sure I can wait a few weeks.”
The insinuation in his tone is blatant, and the air grows thick and heavy.
