“It’s not your fault, Hale,” Kira echoes. “The important thing is that she’s going to be all right, right?”
He nods. “I think so. She’s stable now. When she’s discharged, I’ll get her directly into a rehab facility.”
“She’ll be fine, Hale. You’ll see,” Kira says.
“I hope so.” Hale gathers himself and sits up straight. “Can you hang out a little longer?” he asks.
“As long as you need,” I say, looking to Kira. She nods in agreement.
“I wanted to stay here overnight, but they said it would be best if I got some rest and came back early tomorrow. They’ll be running tests and monitoring her, and will likely admit her.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“I need to fill out paperwork and want to check back with Sierra one more time, but then we can go,” he says.
“Take your time. We’ll be here,” I say.
When Hale leaves, Kira and I look at each for a long moment, eyes wide. Then I pull her close and tuck her in beside me again, right into the spot where she fits so well.
20
Hale: Maybe You Shouldn’t Be Alone Tonight
If given a choice, I probably would’ve opted to come to the hospital by myself. I realize as I’m preparing to leave, though, that I’m grateful Pierce and Kira are here. I’ve been here for hours that each feel like days or weeks, and I’d be lucky to remember where I’d parked my car if I were driving.
Their caring, concerned faces in the lobby are a welcome sight, in sharp contrast to Sierra’s pale, bluish skin and her moods that swing from fear to anger to sadness and back, in a cycle that hasn’t stopped all evening. It’s hard to leave her, but I know that taking a break and allowing myself to recover from the shock will serve me well for taking care of all of the details I’ll need to handle tomorrow.
I will not let this happen to her again. So help me.
The sight of Kira waiting for me brings mixed emotions. I was surprised when she came along to the hospital, and seeing her in this environment makes me realize why I don’t want to get in deeper.
When my sister is hurting, it wrecks me. I don’t know that I have the emotional strength to get involved with someone and open myself up to more hurt. And look at what shitty care I gave my sister. I’m obviously not fit to be responsible for another person’s well-being.
Kira jumps up and puts her arm around me as I approach. Why does her skin have to be so damn soft, and her eyes so big and beautiful?
“Is she still doing okay?” she asks.
And why does Kira have to be so caring? It’s much easier to keep her at arm’s length when she’s being a tough bitch.
“She was drifting off. Hopefully she’ll get some sleep tonight, too.”
“I’m sure she will. Are you ready to go?” Pierce asks.
“Yeah. Thanks,” I tell him, meeting his eyes, and hoping he knows how grateful I am to him for being here for me.
At Pierce’s car, Kira climbs in the back with me and sits close, resting her hand on my leg. “What a shock for you today,” she says, her voice all soft and soothing.
“Yeah. It shouldn’t have been, though. I should’ve known.” There’s pain in my jaw from how hard I must be clenching it.
“Shhh …” Kira says. “It’s not your fault. Your sister is an adult, and I’m sure she was good at hiding what she didn’t want you to see.”
I think about all of my interactions with Sierra over the past several months and try to recall signs I should’ve noticed. I’d thought her loser boyfriend was no good, but it turns out he was the one who called for help today. Not that that absolves him from guilt.
“Was your sister living with you?” Kira asks.
“She stayed over last night.”
Her brows knit together. “Maybe you shouldn’t be there alone tonight, Hale. Why don’t you come to my place?”
Warning flags go up, but Kira’s hand is on my thigh, and honestly, I’m too tired to protest. Or at least that’s the excuse I’m going to use for not refusing her invitation.
She leans forward and talks quietly to Pierce, while I sink back in the seat and close my eyes. My sister almost died today, and I just want to feel alive.
21
Kira: To Second Chances
The strength of my feelings for Hale are taking me by surprise. I feel for him today — any caring person would — but it’s more than that. It’s like I physically feel his pain.
And Pierce seems to understand how I’m feeling. He’s been a rock for me, and more importantly, he’s been strong for Hale. Sometimes the two of them seem adversarial at work, but it’s clear how much they are to each other. They’re like brothers.
When Pierce pulls up to my place, I direct him around back. “I’m hoping you’ll come up, too,” I say.
He holds my gaze for a beat, and then without a word, circles around to park his sleek sports car.
The three of us are silent in the elevator, with just the buzz of energy moving between us. I wonder if they can feel it the way I can?
Inside, I direct them to the living room. “Do you want something to drink? Water, wine, beer?”
“Have anything stronger?” Hale asks, settling on one side of the couch while Pierce sits at the opposite end.
I search my memory and recall a bottle of whiskey that I brought along when I moved here. “I do. Pierce, how about you?”
“Whatever he’s having is good.” Pierce is looking around at my sparsely decorated space. I only just moved in a week before starting at Walker Industries. It’s a nice place, but it doesn’t really feel like mine yet.
I find the whiskey in the kitchen, and fill three short glasses with the amber liquid. I tuck the bottle under my arm and pick up all three glasses together, saving myself a trip.
The guys are silent, but they perk up at the sight of me and the alcohol. Pierce meets me and slips the bottle free. I set the glasses down on the coffee table, and then sit in the middle of the couch, distributing the drinks and inviting Pierce to sit back down next to me.
It’s not exactly an occasion for a toast, but something appropriate comes to mind, both for Sierra and for us, so I raise my glass first to Pierce and then to Hale, and say, “To second chances.”
Hale gives a wry smile before swallowing half of his whiskey, grimacing as it goes down.
“Sorry, it’s probably not the smoothest,” I say.
“It’s perfect,” he says before taking another swig, the second one smaller than the first.
I sample a sip and enjoy the burn, knowing it will help to smooth out today’s very rough edges.
After my second sip, I notice Hale has already emptied his glass. I reach for the bottle to refill it. “I just had an idea,” I tell him in a playful tone. “Nothing’s better after a rough day than a foot massage, and Pierce gives really good ones.” I glance over at Pierce and laugh, bringing him in on the joke, wanting to make them both smile.
“You know what else is good after a hard day?” Hale asks. Instead of finishing his sentence with words, he puts his glass down, takes the bottle and glass from my hands, and pulls me to him, crushing his lips to mine.
His kiss is hot, hard, urgent, and more intense than the rough shot of alcohol. His hands grab onto the sides of my face like he’s reaching for a lifeline. I crawl onto his lap and straddle him, wrapping myself around him as our kiss grows deeper still.
His tongue probes for mine as his hands tangle in my hair and pull my head backward. My neck exposed, Hale targets the tender skin and digs his teeth in, making my toes curl and heat rush between my legs.
It’s happening again. It didn’t end so well the first time, and maybe I regretted it, but deep down, of course I didn’t. No matter if it’s a good idea, or if it will bring pain later; at this point my desire for these men has me topping the highest peak on a roller coaster, about to let gravity pull me down. There’s no stopping now, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I’m just going to hang
on and enjoy the ride.
I grind myself down on Hale’s lap, feeling his erection grow harder as I press into him. Someday, maybe, we’ll have sex at a slower pace and I’ll take the time to undo each of his buttons and savor every inch of his body, but that time isn’t now. Instead I fumble with his belt while he tugs up the bottom of my skirt. He pushes down his pants and boxers while I stand to quickly step out of my panties, not wanting to tear the pretty new underwear Pierce bought for me.
Pierce is watching us with an intensity that triggers a rush of wetness to my pussy. “Toss those here,” he says, husky-voiced, as he gestures to the panties. When I do, he brings the scrap of fabric to his face and breathes in my scent.
My legs nearly buckle from the look of lust on Pierce’s face.
Hale tugs me back onto his lap, and after quickly checking to see if I’m ready for him — I am so ready — he lifts my hips and pulls me down onto his hard cock.
“Ahhhh,” I groan, amazed at how good he feels, nearly overcome by the urgent frenzy of our coupling. This time I take notice that he’s not wearing a condom, and that awareness makes me even hotter.
I savor the feeling of him, hard and slick from my arousal. I ride his cock, meeting his rough thrusts as our bodies slam together, desperate and starving.
My focus is on the sensations I’m feeling, but an awareness flickers of my need to soothe him with our sex. I want to take away his pain and sadness, if only temporarily, and replace it with pure pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I pant. My hands are gripping his shoulders, keeping me steady, but when he leans in and bites the tender skin of my neck, I lose all control.
I throw my head back as an orgasm races out of nowhere. “Oh god, I’m about to come,” I cry. The speed and intensity of my approaching climax are like nothing I’ve experienced before.
Hale digs his fingers into my hips and pumps me up and down on his cock, keeping me going when I lose the ability to control my own movements.
“Oh, fuck!” I yell. “Yes!” My whole body stiffens as I I ride, ride, ride the waves that come fast and furious, and over and over again. “Oh god!”
It's so intense and such an emotional release after the day’s events, that I nearly sob, but I keep myself together. After I don't know how long, I collapse, burrowing my head in Hale’s shoulder while blissful aftershocks rock my body.
When I catch my breath, he lifts my head and kisses me, long, slow and deep. The tenderness in his kiss is more overwhelming than the orgasm.
Is this crude, rude Hale, kissing me like he cares? Like he's as overcome with feeling as I am?
His cock, still rigid inside me, kicks up. I start to move on him but he lifts me and slides me off. His voice is hoarse when he says, “Pierce, make her come again. I want to watch.”
Pierce is up and next to me before I can miss the absence of Hale inside me. He gathers me in his arms. “Bedroom?”
I nod and gesture with a tilt of my head to the partially closed door across the room.
Carrying me like I weigh nothing, Pierce moves swiftly and smoothly through the doorway and lays me gently on the bed. Reaching behind me, he undoes the clasp on my skirt and pulls it off. He bends over me and brushes his nose over my sex, inhaling as he’d done with my panties.
But he doesn’t stop there; he moves further up my body to remove my blouse and bra, leaving me completely bare, spread beneath him on the bed. Pierce is fully clothed; behind him Hale comes into the room, shirt still on, but with his beautiful, glistening cock jutting out from his naked lower half.
Hale sits in the chair that’s beside my bed, takes his cock in hand, and settles in to watch whatever Pierce plans to do with me. My skin tingles and my nipples harden with anticipation.
Pierce is gorgeous over me, light where Hale is dark, and so intense. His eyes drink me in for several long moments before he runs the back of his hand down from my cheek, across my chest and belly, to between my legs.
I spread wide for him and feel a new rush of wetness pulse just at the sight of his golden head bending over me. He breathes me in again, and then tastes, his tongue cool on my burning flesh.
Using his fingers, he spreads me open and pushes his tongue inside me. I cry out and arch on the bed, fisting the blanket, trying to stay conscious as all of my pleasure circuits overload. When he swirls his tongue over my clit, my head thrashes to the side, and when I open my eyes I see Hale slowly pumping his cock, eyes riveted to Pierce as his friend feasts on my pussy.
I follow Hale’s gaze downward, where Pierce looks up and meets my eyes — his are dark but gleaming in the dim room. When he turns his attention back to my pleasure, I know I won’t be able to hang on for very long.
22
Pierce: Sweet Perfection
I want her even more badly than the first time. I need her. Now that I know how good it feels to be inside her, it’s all I can think about.
My desire is nearly overwhelming, and somehow it’s intensified by there being three of us. Watching Kira get off on Hale got me revved up to ninety before I even touched her.
But I’m not going to rush this time. I’m going to get every bit of pleasure from her body, and give her everything I can.
Her pussy, like all of her, is sweet perfection. If I could bottle her aroma, I’d surround myself with it all day long. And her taste is like honey.
She’s so wet and so ready. When I suck on her hard little clit, she pushes her hips up, smashing her pussy into my face. Fuck, it’s hard to take my time.
But I do. I hold her legs down, spread her lips wide, and put all my focus into driving her crazy. Hale wanted to see her come, but I’m going to meet and exceed that challenge. I’m going to make her beg for mercy.
She’s panting already, and writhing on the bed. I push a finger inside her and curl it, while I flick my tongue over her clit at warp speed.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck ohfuck ohfuck,” she cries, the words running together, becoming incoherent as her body stiffens. “Oh, Pierce!” She’s loud — so loud I’m distracted for a split second wondering how many neighbors will hear.
But then I suck hard on her little nub and she cries out louder. “Fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!” I love hearing her moan, yell, and cry, but the best part is now — when she’s too overcome to say anything at all.
I keep at her, while she grabs at my head and dissolves into whimpers. As her body arches, releases, and arches again. I slow down until she’s past her peak, and then I push another finger inside her and suck harder at her clit and send her over again.
“Oh fuuuuck!” she yells, and then she again has no words.
I could do this all day and all night and be a happy, happy man.
After I take her up and over a third time, Kira pushes at my head and shifts backward on the bed. “No more. I can’t take anymore!”
Her skin is flushed and her hair is wild, her breathing still ragged. “I need you inside me. Now.” She crawls toward me and pushes my hands away from my pants, taking it upon herself to undress me.
I glance over at Hale. He’d been quiet while I was going down on Kira, and I’d nearly forgotten he was here. Seeing me looking, he says, “Fuck her good, Pierce.”
“Yeah, Pierce,” Kira says, tugging my fly open and shoving my pants and briefs down my hips in one motion. “Fuck me good!”
This is not something I need to be told once, let alone twice, but their directives make me smirk.
Then Kira shocks me. “You too, Hale. I want you to fuck me now. Both of you. Together.”
She stares at him in challenge. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t take hesitate.
“There’s lube in the drawer,” she says, pointing to her bedside table. She turns back to me and tugs at my shirt just as impatiently as she did my pants.
When my clothes are off, Kira moves aside and pulls me down on the bed, running her warm hands over my chest and abs as she moves me down and onto my back. She wraps her hands around my cock and wh
en she takes me in her mouth, I groan.
The sight of her lips wrapped around me is everything. And as good as she looks, she feels even better. Her mouth is hot and her tongue is eager. My god — my head rolls back and my eyes squeeze shut, but I open them again, not wanting to miss a moment.
She slides her mouth down the length of me, then pulls back, sucking hard like I’m her favorite flavor of lollipop. When she releases me, my cock springs free and bobs against her pretty lips before she takes me in for another long, ball-tightening pull.
“Fuck,” I mutter. Just when I’m on the verge of making her stop, Kira releases me and slides up my body, positioning her pussy where her mouth had been.
Hale pulls off his shirt and moves to the foot of the bed behind Kira. I see him watching, but as she slowly slides down onto my cock, I put all my focus into hanging on. Her pussy feels like it was custom made for me. Tight, hot, wet, perfection. “Ahhhh,” I groan, just as I hear Kira making similar sounds of pleasure.
“Good thing you got me so wet, Pierce. I need it to fit you inside me.” She lifts her hips and then drops back down onto me. I’ve never loved gravity more.
“You sure you’re up for this?” Hale asks her.
I glance up and see Kira looking over her shoulder at him. “So sure,” she coos.
“Have you done this before?”
The surprised little laugh she lets out tells me her answer before she speaks. “No. I’d never been with two men until you two.”
I’m just as glad to hear that as I am surprised. I tried not to think much about it, but I assumed that Kira had experience, given the way she told Hale exactly what she wanted from us.
“I’ll go easy, then,” Hale says.
Kira doesn’t go easy on me. While Hale starts to work with the lube, she rides me hard, grinding down onto me, her tits bouncing, her hair falling over me, her skin glistening as our bodies connect. It’s nothing short of heaven.
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