tear this girl in two, but I can’t stop kissing her.
Just then, we hear the unmistakable sound of thunder cracking heavy overhead, rattling the island and shocking us out of whatever this is we’re doing. Hanna stares at me with terror, and I feel a sudden flush of shame for keeping her outside in this for so long. She is literally soaked to the bone. We all are.
“Inside, now.” In a deep command, they both immediately start running up to the hangar like I told them to. Following close behind, even I can admit my head is spinning right now. This big question of what now hangs in the air between us.
I am the one they listen to. I’m the one who calls the shots and holds the answer to that question.
As we rush into the hangar, still dim without light through the windows, I let the door slam behind me as my hand finds the back of Hanna’s neck, pulling her to me as I land a hard kiss on her mouth. I keep the kiss short because I can feel his presence, so I pull her away, pushing her toward him. They don’t hesitate, fusing like they were made to kiss each other. He gathers her in his arms, melding her body to his as he curves himself around her.
Stepping into the fray and setting the pace, I reach for the hem of her long cover up and pull it over her head. Suddenly, all of the energy we built up outside is poured into this moment. With Hanna’s back against my chest, I kiss her neck, tasting the rain on her skin as she pulls off Nash’s shirt. When she spins and reaches for me, mine comes off next.
Nash unties her bikini top, and at the first sight of her breasts, cold and covered in goosebumps, I pull one into my mouth, covering her with warm kisses. She lets out a hum that echoes through the silent space. Moving to the other one, I devour every inch of her delicate skin I can. She tastes so good, like ocean and perfume and her.
“Wait,” she cries in a hoarse gasp. Immediately, I pull back, looking at her face for any sign she wants this to stop. With one hand on my chest and one on his, she moves her hands to our necks at the same time, and I know where this is going. And I admit, thrill skates up my spine.
This could either go very right or very wrong.
With a gentle push, her request is clear.
When our eyes meet, I still see a hint of that seething hatred toward me in his eyes, but it doesn’t make me want to kiss him any less. Fuck, I want a lot more than a kiss.
But I’m going to wait for his reaction first. Nothing happens for a moment while she waits until he suddenly reaches, grabs my neck and pulls my lips to his mouth.
At first, it’s an impersonal, rough kiss. Nothing to ease the tension between us, but as I pull him closer, my fingers running along the ridges of his ribcage, remembering the way his body feels, he softens, and I feel him run his tongue along the inside of my mouth.
My cock flinches in my heavy soaking wet shorts I’m suddenly fucking desperate to get off. Giving him a squeeze against my body, I purposefully press my hard length against him. I want him to feel it, remember it. And not like he did the other day, like some sort of hate fuck. I want him to feel it and want it.
When he groans into my mouth, I celebrate inwardly. That was enough of an answer to me.
Nash and I break the kiss, and both turn to see Hanna biting her lip and staring at us with lust in her eyes. “Fuck, that was hot,” she gasps before latching onto my body.
When Nash disappears, I almost panic until he returns a moment later with a large rolled blanket in his hands. Hanna is pulling down my shorts when he throws the blanket out onto the floor in the broad space between two helicopters. That’s when her bottoms come off and the three of us are completely naked, our wet clothes in a puddle of water on the floor.
Her warm hand wraps around my cock, and I let out a growl, squeezing her tighter to my body. Then, he’s there, stealing her kisses, and we are a