Our lips don’t leave each other’s until we’re both breathless and in nothing but our underwear. Hanna is now sitting forward, her elbows on the desk as she watches with rapt attention.
“Ellis,” she sighs. “Get him ready.”
Giving Nash a quick glance, I watch his throat bob as he swallows. Then, without taking his eyes off me, he lifts the waistband of his boxers and lowers them to the floor. He takes his cock in his hand, and looks at me. Licking his lips, and with a lift in the corner of my mouth, I lower myself to my knees and immediately run my tongue along the underside of his cock from his balls to the head. He lets out a hearty groan.
When I draw him into my mouth, Hanna gasps a tiny inhale, so I know she likes what she sees. Then, with my hands on his ass I do as she asked, getting him good and wet for her, making sure not to let him come but teasing him enough to want more.
From the corner of my eye, I see her crawl onto the desk as Nash hauls her closer, kissing her hard. Her bra lands somewhere on the floor behind me, and I hear her moan as he tugs one of her bare breasts into his mouth. As he holds her, I hold him, sucking hard on the head until he’s growling and digging his hand in my hair to fuck my mouth harder.
Then, he pulls away quickly, and I know it’s because he was about to come. With a shudder, he shakes off the climax that’s now subsiding. So, I rise to my feet, stealing Hanna’s mouth and kissing her as he latches onto me.
When I reach for her panties, she grabs my wrist, swatting it away. “Nope. I’m not done with you two yet.” She hops off the desk, walking over to the bedroom, and we trail after her like bees to honey.
“I did a little digging around the guest house and found a few interesting things. Like this…” she says, holding up a bottle of lube from the side table next to my bed. There is also a small pile of condoms.
Suddenly, my heart feels like lead in my chest as I glance over at Nash.
I had never considered he would have been with any other men since me, and the idea has me feeling suddenly selfish and…sad. I thought he gave up on us because he couldn’t be with a man, but maybe it was because he couldn’t be with me.
The room grows tense for a moment as I watch her, trying to harden my expression to keep from showing my emotions. Suddenly he’s there, standing in front of me, and he fists my hair at the scalp, bringing his face to mine.
“You look jealous. Are you jealous?”
I try to shove him away, but he doesn’t move.
“Nash…” Hanna cries from the other side of the room.
“Say it. Say you’re jealous,” he growls at me.
“I’m not.”
He crashes his lips against mine, and I wind my fingers around his throat, shoving him to the bed. I’m tired of this hold he has over me. This constant push and pull, these games we’re playing. I’m not going to be the leading role in Nash’s denial anymore. If he wanted me, he had the chance, but from now on, it’s just physical and just for Hanna.
He wants to rope in my emotions.
He can fuck off.
Sitting on the bed in front of me, he reaches for my cock, and I try to pull away, but the second his hand wraps around me, fighting back is pointless. Instead of pulling back, I push him forward. I hate myself for how much I love the feel of his hand around me.
Before I let things get out of hand, I grab him by the wrist, stopping his motion as I glare up at Hanna. “She didn’t say you could do that yet.”
There’s hesitation on her face, and I can tell she’s nervous about the minor scuffle between us.
“What’s next, baby?” I ask her.
“Kiss him,” she whispers, and I clench my jaw. Hanna wants the problem between us to be fixed with physical touch and affection, but she doesn’t know what happened that night. She doesn’t know the pain I endured for months…years. How bad Nash broke me.
But I do it for her, convincing myself this can be just sex. I won’t get attached. I won’t bring my emotions along. So,