I knew he was trying to redirect the subject, so I reached out a finger and felt the cool metal. “I like this,” I said slowly. “Does it pinch?”
As I lifted a brow, one corner of his mouth quirked upward. “I can’t guarantee how hard. I’m still learning to control it.”
I arched one brow. “That’s okay with me,” I purred. “Leave a bruise. Hunter won’t mind. We’ll just call it…therapy.”
A bark of harsh laughter erupted from him, and he lifted both arms, his hand and hook raised in surrender. “I should leave.”
Afraid I’d pushed him too far, I knew I couldn’t allow him to put distance between us. As soon as he shut the door, that would be it. His good intentions would be bolstered.
But I knew he needed this. Needed me to push. I sat, and then knelt on my knees. Slowly, I reached out and gripped both of his strong shoulders.
“Sara…”
“You keep saying my name like it’s a bad word. Am I bad?” I wasn’t playing now. Not pouting. I had to know how he felt about me. If he saw me as a slut, then he’d feel it was his duty to protect Hunter from the awful truth. He’d withdraw, and any affection he held for me would wither.
But as I watched, Harley’s nostrils flared. His gaze wavered. He was fighting looking downward at my boobs and naked pussy. I leaned closer, just enough I scraped the tips of my hardening breasts against his chest. “Do you think I’m a slut, Harley?”
He closed his eyes. “No, baby, I don’t. But I don’t want your pity.”
Not the admission I’d expected. I bent close to his ear. “Did you get your finger wet inside me?”
His eyes peeked open. Heat entered his gaze. “Yeah.”
“Think I would have been wet if I didn’t believe you were attractive?”
His breath huffed. “You’re a kinky bitch.”
“Baby, you have no idea. Know what else I wondered?”
He shook his head, his gaze on my mouth as I slowly smiled. “What?”
I lifted my index finger and traced his bottom lip, and then slipped it inside to pull downward on his jaw. “I wondered how that cute gap in your teeth would feel when you sucked the tip—while you clamped the shit out of my tit.”
He drew back and laughed. “You did not.”
I grinned. “Did too. Now, are you gonna satisfy my curiosity?”
Harley drew a slow breath. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you will, won’t you?” I wheedled.
He swallowed hard this time. His gaze dropped to his metal hook, and he wore a look of fierce concentration as he opened the tines, widening the gap. “Place your tit between them,” he whispered. “I mean, it’s not like I can feel it.”
So it wouldn’t be cheating? I smirked. Then eager, I cupped my right breast and fed it into the space he’d made, pushing to get the bulk of my large breast inside the hook’s grip.
His face tensed as he slowly clamped tighter around it.
I hissed and let my head fall backward. I liked the cool metal warming against my skin. Loved the hard, unforgiving clench that forced my breast to push obscenely forward. Then I waited as he lowered his head. His breath washed over my flesh. His mouth opened.
When he latched all that moist warmth around my dimpled nipple, I felt moisture ooze down my channel. “Yes, Harley. Just like that.” I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down as I squirmed. “Oh, fuck! Now, suck it hard.”
The tines tightened. So did his lips. And then he was drawing on the tip, his teeth tugging, chewing. A groan rattled up from deep inside his throat, and I nearly shouted my triumph.
When he pulled back, his gaze searched mine. “That vibrator’s still buzzin’. Fuck yourself with it.”
I had to bite my lip again to keep from blurting, “Yes, sir.” I didn’t want to put him off. But I reached blindly for my toy and set the blunt head against my vagina and pushed it inside. I would much rather have had his cock inside me, but at least he was participating, calling the shots. But maybe he’d do one more thing for me…
I tugged his hair. “Harley, will you hold it?”
He grunted and kept right on sucking my nipple.
I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled harder. “The dildo. I need you to fuck me with it.”
Still pulling on my nipple, he shook his head.
But I wasn’t dissuaded. Didn’t I say I was persistent? I let the dildo go and reached for his right hand and pushed it down between my legs to the wet dildo vibrating on the coverlet. Then I slipped my hand over his crotch, traced the outline of his hard cock pushing against his pants, and squeezed it.
The tip of the dildo slid between my labia and pushed inside. My deep, shuddering moan told him how much I liked it. As I felt him up through his clothes, he fucked me with the Hunter-sized cock. In minutes, I was soaring.
Afterward, I lay beside Harley. We were on our backs, both of us staring at the ceiling. “It was better than I dreamed,” I whispered.
“I left two bruises on you,” he said, his voice tight.
I turned my head to meet his gaze. “Yeah, and every time my tits bounce, I’ll feel a twinge.” I waggled my eyebrows.
The corners of his mouth twitched. “I’ll have to tell Hunter.”
I tsked. “Such a tattletale.”
“He’s my friend, Sara. You’re his…” He frowned.
“Sister. And fuck-buddy.” I blew out a breath. How many times would I have to explain my strange relationship with Hunter? We knew what it was. Didn’t have to define it to each other. Everything we did was based on instinct and deep trust. “He loves me, Harley. He knows I love him. And as his friend, he’ll expect that you treat me with respect.”
His gaze darkened. “I just dishonored him.”
I came up on an elbow beside him. “You pleasured me. Don’t you think he’ll know exactly whose idea this was?”
“I had a choice,” he ground out and turned his face away.
I dug a fingernail under his chin and forced him to meet my gaze again. “Think about this, Harley. We moved into a larger apartment. Marco and Payton live here, too.” I smoothed a fingertip over his lip. “Let your imagination wander all over that, and you might imagine just how nasty it gets around here—but you’ll only be scratching the surface.” I bent over him and kissed his mouth, not caring that he firmed his lips, closing them against me. I gave him a loud smack. “I can tell you just how big Payton is, and what it feels like to have Marco up my ass,” I whispered. “And Hunter asked you to visit, to spend time with us.”
His brown eyes darkened to black, the pupils consuming the irises. “He fucks you with them in the bed?”
“Hunter’s my man, Harley, but he’s not…possessive. At least, not with his best friends. And he’s not here all the time. He knows I have needs.”
“We’re not fucking, Sara.”
“Because Hunter would be hurt or angry?”
“Because I’m not taking off these pants.”
His words were spoken so harshly I knew then that loyalty wasn’t his issue. Harley was worried about how I’d see him—whether I’d be revolted by the damage to his body.
Pain filled my chest. He’d been so cocky, so sweetly flirty before his injuries. Now, he was unsure of himself. Now, he’d rather refuse me than risk my seeing him as less than a man. I understood this. But he was a fool. His body might be lacking a couple of appendages, but there was still a shit-ton of masculine strength in his frame. Broad shoulders, hard stomach, a stubborn, granite jaw. Not to mention all the great internal qualities I knew any woman would be thrilled with: a wicked sense of humor, kindness that softened his brown eyes, and a deep well of inner strength. He was still all man.
And Harley was still my friend and needful of everything I could lavish on him. There was room in my heart for him. Before, when Hunter had been in his deepest, darkest period and decided to share me with Marco and Payton, I’d fantasized about being with all of them, including Harley. So, our timing sucked.
Not a problem. So, he’d lost parts of himself. I’d show him that he hadn’t lost the most important parts of himself and how he could fill those empty places.
I slid over his body and straddled his two very muscular thighs. When I began to pull up his shirt to get at his pants, he closed his right hand around mine to hold me still. “Stop.”
I shook my head. “You gave me an orgasm, Harley. It’s only fair you let me do the same for you. If it makes you feel better, you can tell Hunter I held you down and had my way.”
He snorted. “Even half of me could still stop you. He won’t believe that.”
I gripped his hand and his hook and held them down on his pillow, then lowered myself to where my lips were an inch from his. “Hunter knows me. Haven’t you been listening? Let me be precise. Hunter wants us to fuck.”
Harley’s jaw went so rigid I could see a muscle flex along the edge. He stopped resisting my grip and stared at the ceiling.
Poor baby thinks playing the martyr will stop me? I went to work, opening his pants, drawing down his zipper. I tucked a hand inside his shorts and drew out his cock, which was hot and hard and twitching against my palm. I scooted farther down and took his cockhead into my mouth.
All the while I plied him with my lips and tongue, I watched his expressions. Anger tightening his features, his eyes glittering with unshed tears. His body trembled beneath mine. He was fighting himself, his own deep desires, as though he didn’t deserve pleasure. As though he’d somehow become someone less deserving just because he wasn’t physically whole.
I let my own tears fall as I bobbed downward and upward, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could, but his pants obstructed me. When his breaths deepened, I grabbed his waistband and pulled. He lifted ever so slightly to allow me to drag his pants downward to below his buttocks, and then I was free to lave his balls while I stroked his cock with both of my hands.
Before long, he was moving with me, his fingers tangling in my hair to encourage me to move upward and sink my mouth down his length. When he was near exploding, he tried to pull me back, but I murmured around him and sucked harder to let him know he could let go, that I would be there until the end.
His hands petted my hair, smoothed over my shoulders. Fingers dug into my skin. Then at last, he shouted and spurts of salty come coated my tongue and throat. When he quieted, I continued to stroke and lick, comforting him until he pulled me upward.
For the longest time, he simply held me inside his arms, his spent cock pulsing between our bodies, and buried his face into the corner of my neck.
That was how Hunter found us.
I glanced toward the doorway, saw him hovering there, and smiled. He lifted his chin and one dark brow, and then quietly closed the door to give us privacy.
I felt moisture against my neck. Harley’s tears. I settled against his heaving chest and smoothed my hands over his hair, his sides, until he slept. Showing him the best way I could—without words—that he was loved.
*
Later, I stirred when a hand gently shook me.
“I’m going to hell,” Harley said in the darkness.
I giggled and slid my thigh over his hips, nudging his slowly filling cock. “It’ll be kind of crowded down there.”
He patted my ass. “Hunter’s back, isn’t he?”
“Yup. Got here about an hour ago,” I said, yawning loudly. “He’ll be grumpy because he’s horny and someone else was in his bed.”
The overhead light blinked on.
Harley shoved me to the side and jackknifed upward. “Hunter. Shit.”
Hunter eyed his partially clothed figure and my completely nude body. Because I knew this was part of the game, I slipped off the bed and squealed, running toward him and jumping up into his arms. I wound my legs around his waist and peppered his bristly cheeks with kisses.
With Harley silent on the bed, Hunter turned and pushed me against the wall.
Feverishly, I reached downward and wrestled with his belt, his buttons, and pushed down his uniform pants. We didn’t have to delay to don a condom. While all of us were clean and regularly checked, and I was on the pill, Hunter was the only one who took me uncloaked. He gripped my ass and shoved his cock upward, filling me in one deep, hard stroke.
Over Hunter’s shoulder, I watched the door widen, and Payton and Marco spilled inside the room, giving us a quick glance before grinning at Harley.
“Harley, man, how’ve you been?” Payton said, striding forward to give Harley a big bear hug.
I laughed at Harley’s expression. With his dick out and his clothes askew, he had to be feeling as though he’d stepped into the Twilight Zone. Why wasn’t there shouting? Why was everyone acting as though Hunter fucked me against the wall all the time while people moved around us—maybe because it did happen all the fucking time. But Harley didn’t know that yet.
Marco pushed past Payton and gave him an equally enthusiastic hug.
Only Marco couldn’t let Harley’s dick go. He glanced downward and waggled his eyebrows.
Harley’s gaze shot to mine. I knew the moment he realized that everything I’d told him had been the truth. That Marco, Payton, and Hunter were truly my guys, and that he’d be welcomed among them.
“Sweet cheeks,” Marco said, coming up behind Hunter to slide a hand over my legs as I continued to squeeze Hunter’s waist. “How’d you get him here?”
With my breaths coming in short, harsh gusts, I said, “Told him…if he didn’t come here…I’d show up in those cutoffs you guys love.”
Marco laughed. “Bet he about busted a ball to get here. No way would he want his buddies to see up your ass.”
Hunter bounced me on his cock, likely irritated that I was still talking when he was doing his best to earn all my attention.
“What’s…wrong with my ass?”
“It doesn’t have me inside it. Yet,” Marco said, giving another wicked raise of his eyebrows.
“Nobody’s getting this ass,” Hunter gritted out, stroking so hard my back pounded the wall.
Now I’d have lovely bruises there, too. Which drove me crazy. I pulled Hunter’s hair to bring his head down to mine and kissed him then arched hard into the wall.
*
Later that evening, after Harley was settled in Marco’s bed, and Payton and Marco joined me and Hunter on the sectional in the living room, our talk turned back to Harley.
I was still nude, but I’d showered. The guys wore boxers or sweats to keep my lustful gaze from their manly parts, or so Payton said. Huh. I lay with my back against Hunter’s chest, my legs stretched over Payton’s thighs as the big guy toyed with my pussy.
We were already well-sated, but they’d been gone a while, and that meant they had catching up to do. I wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.
“Has he let you see his leg?” Marco asked quietly as he kneaded the soles of my feet.
“No,” I said, “it was hard enough getting him to lower his pants so I could get at his dick.” I shifted the boob Harley had squeezed so they could see the bruises he’d left. “I did manage to prove how much I love his claw.”
Marco snorted. “Such a dirty girl. I supposed you’re already wondering how fucking his stump will feel.”
I reached out my foot to kick him. “That was crude.”
Marco raised a brow. My cheeks heated, and he chuckled softly. “Dirty girl.”
Hunter swatted my thigh. “Don’t think you haven’t earned a punishment. You went behind my back.”
I angled my head to see his expression. He wasn’t angry. Not one little bit. His eyes sparkled with naughty intent. A look that always brought me back to our teenage years when I’d sneak into his room and insist he jack off or I’d tell his dad about his porn stash.
I feigned a shiver. “I’ve been bad. And I’m already scared.”
“Think about all the ways I’ll make you pay.” He kissed my hair then whispered next to my ear. “Thank you, babe. We’ve been worried as hell about him.
”
He slid from beneath me and let me fall to the sofa. I watched his fine, muscular frame stride away.
“Quick!” Payton shifted my thighs away and quickly rolled a condom down his length.
Smiling, because I had known he was getting excited playing with my cunt, I crawled over his lap and slid my pussy down his glorious rod.
Marco’s lips pouted. “Should have let me have her first. She won’t even feel me inside her after you.”
A cough sounded from the hallway. I glanced sideways as Harley moved into the living room, his stride uneven. I shook my head over the fact he wasn’t using his cane. His gaze was glued to me as I moved slowly up and down Payton’s thick shaft. I didn’t bother trying to mask how much I loved being filled with cock while he and Marco watched. I undulated my lower torso, exaggerating the movements that dragged my vagina along Payton’s fat shaft. I felt sexy, like a siren luring a sailor to crash against a rocky shore.
Using my hands, I smoothed my curves, forcing his gaze to follow as I stroked my belly, my breasts. I cupped the mounds and teased the tips. Pushing one upward, I brought it toward my mouth and stuck out my tongue to give the nipple a long, wet lick.
Payton hummed under his breath. “Damn, girl.”
Harley barely breathed, and bright red blotches of color stained his cheeks.
I tilted my head. “Payton’s not selfish,” I said softly. “But if you want some, you have to drop trou. We’re all friends here.”
Harley’s lips tightened. “I’m not… I can’t…” He drew a deep breath. “Hunter might be okay with those two, but…”
With Payton’s fingers biting into my ass, I gave him short bouncing glides while I forced myself to keep on point. “What you saw before, when Hunter jammed me against the wall—that wasn’t anger, Harley. He might have looked all pissed off, but he’s not. This is just how we are. We have history. He knows I love him. And he likes to see me do other guys. Besides, we’re all family, here.”
Harley frowned and wrinkled his nose.
“The family thing just sounds wrong,” Payton said as he grabbed my cheeks and forced me harder up and down.
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