It makes me so sad, I can’t help crying.
Sobbing. Letting it all out.
Catharsis. A cleansing, so I’m new and empty, ready for whatever they have to fill me with.
Kai leans back from Rooke, livid, and Rooke starts jerking him off harder, faster. Kai grabs his wrist, trying to stop him, but not really stopping him. Maybe encouraging him.
I hear Ezra’s name, but the rest is all a jumble of nonsense words.
And then Rooke grabs the back of Kai’s head and drags their bodies together.
Kai fights him. Oh fuck, how he fights him. Muscles cording his arm as he seizes Rooke, tries to pull him away.
“History has a way of repeating itself, Kai. Fuck-all you can do about it. Might as well embrace it.”
I bite back a moan at how close they are, at the thought that Bastian might make Kai kiss him. Or that Kai might just do it himself. But I’m not quiet enough, because Rooke’s eyes flash to me, and then he’s grinning, teeth flashing, enjoying this so fucking much it sends a shiver of anticipation through me.
“Look at her. Look how much she’s enjoying this,” Rooke says.
Kai glances at me from the corner of his eyes, and then gives me a double take. I turn onto my side, then my back, and slowly lift my knees.
Everything is heavy. Loose.
My legs fall open easily, and Kai stares down at me as Rooke runs a hand up his arm where he’s fending him off. I lift my foot, pushing it into the small of Kai’s back, urging him closer to Rooke.
Licking my lips.
Nodding.
Kiss him.
Kai throws me a confused look, but then Rooke is cupping his face, and their lips clash. Kai presses his hands to Rooke’s chest, body tensing as he tries to push him off.
But when Rooke reaches down and grabs Kai’s cock again and starts stroking him, the resistance melts from Kai’s shoulders. He sags into Rooke’s grip, panting softly as he kisses him back.
I draw my legs in, squeezing my thighs together to intensify the stubborn, aching thump inside me as I watch their kiss grow harder.
Kai’s panting grow louder.
Rooke groans, the hand cupping Kai’s face diving into his long, messy hair, snatching it, wrenching his head back. Like Rooke couldn’t catch his breath, and this was the only way he could get himself some air.
I moan, wordlessly begging them to continue, because fuck, I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.
Kai’s mouth opens, his lips trembling as Rooke strokes his cock, his head dipping forward before he catches himself.
He attacks Rooke, taking us both by surprise.
Rooke lands on his back beside me, eyes wide, a tiny smile on his lips as Kai falls on top of him.
His hand goes over Rooke’s throat, and Rooke arches into it, eyes growing heavy lidded.
Kai flicks his hair out of his face, looking down at me where I’m pressed to Rooke’s side. “You like that, Haven?” he growls.
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck him?”
“I…I don’t…”
