Page 186 of Breathe Like Hell

Mason had Micah against the wall, his hand wrapped around both of their cocks as their mouths warred. They were kissing—no, more than that. Biting at swollen lips, licking into mouths, groaning, sucking hot shower water off hotter skin.

Mason’s back muscles flexed with every full stroke of his arm, tightening around his thick scars, water pouring over both their large bodies in glistening rivulets. Micah was grabbing Mason’s throat, rolling his hips into the stroke and squeeze of Mason’s hand. Wet skin, dripping hair, heavy breaths, masculine strength.

I just stared, eyes wide.

The way they were touching each other made me think this wasn’t the first time it’d happened. There was familiarity.

They knew each other before either of them knew me.

I grabbed the door frame of Micah’s bedroom, leaning against it to support my weight as my eyes remained locked on the sight just down the hall. The men were saying things now—too quietly for me to hear—but I could decipher their tones. Low and rough, maybe angry. Mason’s hand kept moving up and down, getting faster.

Humiliation made heat tighten around my throat, making it harder to breathe.

It was a bottomless sort of feeling, like the whole world was shifting right before my eyes, and all I could do was watch it unfold. I had no idea if I had a right to be upset about what I was watching though, considering I’d been unfaithful to both of them…but I felt the hurt anyway.

Hurt mixed with something a lot more shameful.

Filthy, raw, animalistic arousal.

My mind was going in a million different directions. How long had this been going on? Were they ever planning on telling me? Did it mean they didn’t want me anymore—since they had each other? My cheeks burned and my pulse throbbed.

Maybe I should’ve stopped watching, should’ve disappeared into the bedroom and pretend none of it happened. Maybe I should’ve confronted them.

But I didn’t do any of those things.

I just stood there in the hallway, a pulsing warmth building low in my belly, as I stared at them together.

Micah’s free hand drifted down between them, and I couldn’t quite see with the angle, but it looked like he was tugging on Mason’s balls. I sank my teeth into my lower lip, fidgeting, feeling the urge to squirm, pressing my thighs together. My heart pounded hard and fast in my chest.

Watching them was almost masochistic in a way, because it stung to see them together without me and I hated myself for not looking away, but…

I could hear the wet sounds of Mason jerking his hand over the volume of the shower water pummeling his shoulders, could hear the throaty groans coming from both of them. Water filled all the spaces between their forms, trickling between open mouths and glazing over heaving chests.

Mason changed his rhythm a bit and I fought the desire to lean closer, to try and figure out what he was saying. Their bodies were pressed together everywhere. Thighs, hips, stomachs, mouths. Mason’s hand tightened, the muscles on his back rippling and Micah’s head tipped forward.

It was only a handful of seconds later that both of them came, cum jetting all over their wet abs and stiff cocks.

I sucked in a quiet breath as Mason leaned back, wiping his palm flat over his torso, using the stream of water to wash the cum off himself. Micah did the same, then uncapped a bottle of shampoo as he ducked under the spray.

Mason got out of the shower, dripping water everywhere. I shrank back in the doorway, hiding my body behind the frame. He snatched a towel from the counter and rubbed it over his head, drying his dark hair, then held it in front of his dick as he walked out of the bathroom without pausing.

I slipped fully into the bedroom, silently shutting the door, then I crawled back into bed with my pulse hammering.

With my head on the pillow, I could hear my heartbeat in my ear, pumping quietly against the cotton pillowcase. I stared at the wall in the darkness, at a total loss. What was I supposed to do now that I knew this?

I rolled over onto my belly and breathed into the pillow, my body wound tight and miserable. My hand slid down my stomach and past the stretchy waistband of my sleep shorts, fingers seeking the wetness between my thighs. Don’t do it.

But I couldn’t get the image of Mason’s hand wrapped around both his and Micah’s dicks out of my mind.

I skimmed the pad of my finger over my clit, muffling my moan in the pillow.

I knew it. I knew they wanted to fuck each other.

That didn’t stop my face from burning when I thought about it, though. How long had this been going on behind my back? Was this how I’d made both of them feel when I was unfaithful? I wanted to be angry about it, but I feared I didn’t have any ground to stand on here.

I whipped my hand out of my shorts and pushed it under the pillow, screwing my eyes shut, knowing I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

My jealousy tangled itself so tightly with my fascination that I couldn’t separate one from the other, especially not with the image of them together sharpening in the darkness behind my eyelids every time I tried to forget it.