We may love what we do, but we want this thing with Hannah to work more. We didn’t spend the last five years working out a way for her to fit in our lives safely just to lose her because we couldn’t make a sacrifice.
Men like us don’t always have a chance at happiness, and I, for one, would give up anything for Hannah. She could ask for my kidney, and I’d book my ass in to have it removed for her.
I pump my fingers into her warmth as my hips grind into her ass. God, she’s perfect. The way she feels in my arms has always felt right, but now she’s between the both of us?
Fuck.
It’s everything.
“Such a good girl, Little Doe,” I murmur against her ear as Rowan tightens his grip around her throat. “Every time he chokes you harder, your pretty little pussy clamps down on my hand. Do you like being trapped between us? Do you like being at our mercy?”
A strangled moan tumbles from her swollen lips.
“Our girl loves dirty talk, don’t you, baby?” I ask, even knowing she won’t be able to respond with the grip he has on her throat.
“I can see that,” Rowan replies. “Her nipples are so hard they could cut glass. You’re so responsive to us.”
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed as I bring her to the edge, but this time I don’t ease back. I don’t like setting my girl up for failure, but I fucking love to challenge her whenever I get the chance.
“Don’t come,” I say firmly.
Her body tightens under my assault on her G-spot. She’s so close she’s gushing, but she won’t allow herself to tumble without permission.
“You cry so pretty for us, sweetheart.” Rowan leans forward, dragging his tongue over her cheek. “So sweet.”
Hannah’s thighs clamp around my hand, her body tightening as she fights her need for release.
“Do you need to come, baby?”
She nods desperately.
“Are you going to be a good girl for us? Are you going to take everything we give you?”
Another nod.
“Hmm, I’m not sure you deserve an orgasm. After all, you did go out with another man last night.”
She stills, the reminder of last night sending a shiver through her body.
“I’m not mad, Hannah,” I tell her immediately. Because I’m not. I know why she did what she did, and I know why she didn’t tell me. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel guilt, and the only way she’ll be able to let go of that guilt is if I punish her. “But you’re upset with yourself, aren’t you?”
There’s a moment of hesitation before she gives another shaky nod.
“Our sweet girl,” Rowan murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips before releasing her throat. “What do you need, baby?”
“I…I don’t know,” she whispers.
I glance around the room and frown. We didn’t intend to move her in so soon, so we’re painfully lacking in options.
“Roll onto Rowan, Little Doe,” I command.
She glances over her shoulder at me, her brows dipped in confusion, before he takes matters into his own hands.
He carefully shifts her on top of him, settling her on his chest. The moment she’s where he wants her, his entire body relaxes, as if having her in his arms takes all his worries away.
My chest tightens at the sight, at the reality that’s finally in front of us, but I quickly move around the room, gathering what I need.
I bought something the other day that I meant to take to her apartment and forgot at the time.
