“Truth?” It takes him a minute to answer. “I thought he’d be back by now.”
“Oh God, Costa.” My voice breaks.
“I know. I love him, too.” He rubs my back. “Look, you can’t always control how long you’re under or how long it takes you to pull it together when you surface. He’s different now. He was off for a long time before I tripped him a few weeks ago. It’s been a while, so he might still be getting back into the swing of things. And his powers seem different and stronger, so his trips might be different. Maybe he surfaced far away, but he’ll call if that happens. We’re just going to wait, and Sam will be back.”
For another forty-five minutes, Costa holds me and tolerates my tears. I don’t disappear into my alternate world, but I’m not entirely in this one either. Costa must know this experience because he doesn’t force me to choose. The only thing he does do—just when my fear and anxiety have peaked—is turn me around in his arms and face me forward, so I can see Sam, who has just come through the door. TherealSam. He is whole and beautiful and alive.
I let out a choke of relief, and my legs begin to buckle. Costa catches my body and holds me up, and I fall against him. Sam strides to me, his expression intense, his eyes nearly on fire with lust. I’m not sure that he’s even aware of Costa. Maybe he’s not aware of anything or anyone but me, which I understand because the only awareness I have is my equally fervent and immediate desire for Sam—to be entwined, engulfed, and in love with the person I am so tied to.
It’s only with Costa’s support that I am still standing when Sam reaches me. His hands slam against the wall behind me as he presses his full body against mine and kisses me more powerfully than he ever has. He is soaking wet with ocean water, and while his body should be cold, it’s anything but. I twist my fingers into his hair as I arch my back into him.
I’m vaguely aware that there are hands on my waist—not Sam’s though.
Oh, I realize fuzzily,it’sCosta’s.
His touch is firm as he runs his hands up and down my sides. Sam’s mouth is so tight over mine that I can barely breathe, yet I also can’t get enough. He tastes like salt water and sex. Sam hits the wall hard with a fist and grinds into me. I have to pull my mouth from his to let out the gasp that’s been building. He puts a hand to my throat and tips my head back so that I’m resting it on Costa’s shoulder, and then he starts working his mouth and tongue over my neck.
“Do you feel his heat? His need?” Costa says, his mouth next to my ear. “He’s so hard, isn’t he? Sam wants you so much that it’d kill him if that were possible.”
All I can do is whimper in response. I can’t think. I can’t stop this.
I don’twantto stop this.
I pull the back of Sam’s drenched shirt from his pants, slide my hands under the hem, and move with his hips. I want him closer. He’s so close against me that I can’t get my hands between us. I push against him, but he’s too strong, and he stays bonded to my body. However, Costa gets Sam to pull back, and all I feel is gratitude when Costa moves his hands from my waist to Sam’s, easing him away just enough that I can get my hands to Sam’s front button and zipper. He practically growls as he pounds the wall again with his hand. I hear plaster crack.
“Easy, Sam,” Costa says soothingly.
Sam takes his mouth from my skin and looks at me. He’s so drugged on death tripping, even I can see that, and I want everything he’s feeling right now. I want him to pass it to me. I lower his pants just enough and wrap my hand around his cock. Sam groans and braces his hands more firmly against the wall. I can tell that he can barely focus, and it just makes me need him more. The way he’s so intent on being inside me, on his need for me…I keep moving my hand up and down over him until he’s wet and harder than ever.
“Go on. Take what you want, Stella.” Costa lifts my skirt on both sides and then firmly wraps one hand around my waist.
I press on Sam’s shoulders and groan as he shoves down my underwear. They drop to the floor, and I spread my legs apart a bit. Costa puts a hand under my ass and raises me just enough. It’s all I can do not to scream when Sam brushes the tip of his cock against me. When he pushes inside, the feeling is almost too much.
The arm Costa has over my waist moves up to rub over my ribs as it lifts me higher and then comes to a rest just beneath my breasts. “Breathe, Stella.”
He’s right. I need to breathe, so I make myself inhale and exhale.
Sam pulls out and then roughly slides back into me. I drop my head back onto Costa’s shoulder and close my eyes while Sam holds still inside me. I’m drowning, but it’s a different sensation than what I’m used to, and it’s magnificent. I feel completely consumed by Sam. He pulls out and slams into me. It’s aggressive—and he’s strong—but it’s not too much. It’s just what I want. Then, he starts to settle on a hard rhythm, taking me to a place where I’m almost as high as he must be, totally lost in this heat and primal lust.
I hear Costa’s voice again, and then I look in time to see him pushing Sam’s hair away from his face. He lingers, tucking a lock behind an ear, before running a thumb over Sam’s jawline.
“Sam’s so fucking good, isn’t he?” Costa’s husky voice echoes through me.
“Yes,” I manage. I turn so that my mouth is against Costa’s neck.
“Watch Sam. You want to see him fucking you.”
So, I do what Costa says. It’s hard to focus through this haze, but I watch how Sam moves, how his arm and chest muscles are taut each time he enters me, how his intensity is unparalleled to how he’s been with me before, how he drips ocean water on me every time he thrusts. He’s always amazing—perfect really—but this could be addictive. Yet even this is not enough. I’m hungry to go further.
“You went way under this time, didn’t you, Sam? I can see it,” Costa says.
Sam says nothing and doesn’t stop moving inside me.
“More,” I murmur. “More, Sam.”
“Sam can’t hear you now. He’s too driven, too consumed with you.”
I feel Costa smile against my cheek.
