hard and deep, making me cry out as I throw my head back into the pillows. One of my hands reaches between us to touch my clit as he slams into me, bruising my body with the frenzy of his.
When he leans down to kiss me, I rake my nails along his biceps, feeling the ragged line of the scar on his right arm. His warm breath teases my lips as he kisses me again, his mouth firm but gentle while his hips are absolutely brutal.
We've barely been going ten minutes before I'm crying out again.
“Oh, god, don't stop, baby,” I groan, tugging on Hael's hair as he kisses along the side of my neck. He bites me, too, but it doesn't hurt. Instead, it just draws another orgasm from me, my cunt pulsing along the length of his cock. “No, no, no, no,” I whisper, holding him to me. “Don't stop.”
“No chance in hell,” Hael says, sweat dripping from his body and onto mine. Tiny little green marijuana leaves are stuck all over my skin, but when I breathe deep, all I smell is sex and coconut oil. Fuck, Hael Harbin is good.
“That's enough.” Vic's cold, hard voice slashes through the heat in the room like a knife, making me groan as Hael pauses, and the delicious rhythm he'd been nurturing in my body subsides. My orgasm flickers on the fringes of my consciousness as Hael glances back at his friend.
“What?” he asks, sounding like he wants to punch something.
“I said that's enough,” Vic repeats, his gaze so dark it almost hurts to look at him. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, the muscles in his arms so taut that I can see his veins. He's put the phone down, and his pants are back on and zipped up. “Get off of her.”
Hael's eyes widen, and I feel his body go tense between my spread legs.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks, his voice so quiet, I might've missed the words if I wasn't looking at his lips.
“Do I make jokes very often?” Vic retorts, standing there near the end of the bed with so much tension in his body he looks liable to snap at the wrong word. “Get off of her and get out.”
“You're insane,” Hael says, turning back to me. But then Vic is grabbing his shoulder and yanking him back. It's a weird sensation, to have Hael pulled off of me like that, and I sit up, grabbing the sheets as my own anger rushes to the surface.
“What the hell, Vic?” I snarl as Hael tears from his friend's grip, panting and shaking, his teeth bared in a snarl.
“What are you even doing?” he snaps, flinging out his hand to indicate me. “We talked about this. Bernadette is a Havoc Girl. Not Vic's girl. If you wanted her to be yours, then why didn't you say so when we were talking price?”
Whoa.
This conversation got real, real fast. Hael tears the condom off his still-hard dick and chucks it at the wall before zipping up his jeans. He rakes his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes.
“Sit back down and—”
“No,” Vic says, standing his ground. “Get out.”
“I'm not fucking leaving!” Hael yells back at him. “You might be the boss, but she's not just your girl.”
“She's my future wife,” Vic says, still completely frozen in that dark well of shadows he's drawn around himself. “If you touch her again, I don't know what I'll do. I can't be held responsible for my actions.”
“Do I even get a fucking say here?” I snap, standing up from the bed. “I might've agreed to your price, but I'm not some fuck doll for you to fight over.”
“You are not a fuck doll,” Vic says, but he doesn't move his attention from Hael's face. “But this isn't about you. This is about me. I'm a jealous, possessive asshole, and I wanted to kill Hael for fucking you in his car. He's my best friend, Bernadette. There's a problem here.”
“Victor,” Hael starts, but Vic just shakes his head.
“Get out. Now. This is the last time I'm going to ask.”
Hael looks at me and then back at Vic, and there's something in his face that says maybe this one time, he's not going to listen. Maybe this one time, he's going to fight Victor and see what happens.
The tension stretches between the three of us until it's almost unbearable, until I can't breathe.
“Fuck you, Vic. Seriously, fuck you.”