Page 60 of Piece Us Together

I tell myself I’m doing this for him.Onlyhim.

“Green.” I swallow. Then panic and add, “Don’t—you can’t fuck me.”

Hunter makes a soothing, sort of hushing sound. One of his thumbs moves above my waistband to rub circles against my skin. “My pants will stay on. Can I keep touching you like I’ve been? Just your hands. Your hips. Nothing that’s covered right now.”

I exhale, telling myself I’m not disappointed.I’m not.“Yeah. Yeah, that’s—okay.”

He exhales just as shakily as I’ve been. Then he’s hooked into my underwear again, this time not hesitating before pulling them down my thighs, over my knees, before letting them fall to my ankles. I don’t step out of them. For some reason, I don’t mind the feel of the fabric around my ankles, like a barrier he placed there just for me. I don’t think about it. I—Idon’tthink about itat all.

“He’s soaked for you, Nolan,” Hunter rasps. He places one hand on my left hip, the other on my right wrist. He guides my hand toward my cock until my fingertips are touching the hot, flushed skin, sticky with more precum than ever before. Then his hand is gone, no risk of touching what I made off-limits, and I don’t wish he’d stayed. Idon’t. “How bad do you want it, darling?”

“So bad,” I whisper at the same time Nolan whines, “Please, so much, want it so much, sir, Mais.”

I freeze. Because the question wasn’t for me. Of course it wasn’t. He fucking useddarling.Nolanis his darling. I’m just Maison to him.

Hunter’s hand twitches on my hip. I squeeze my eyes shut.Stupid. So fucking stupid. Why did I even think—

“Don’t make him wait,” Hunter tells me. “He’s been so good, hasn’t he? Don’t you want to make him feel nice now?”

I nod quickly, relieved Hunter is letting the moment slide. I’m just horny. I’m fucking horny and tired and just not thinking straight. The slip was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything. It’s good he sees that. Good he didn’t get confused by it.

It’s good.

Everything is good.

I grip my cock, stepping forward. Hunter was right before, I have been leaking like crazy. Leaking more than I usually do. I rub it all over, making myself nearly as slick as I would be with lube. It’s enough, I know. Nolan is prepped plenty.

I grip his left cheek, pulling it to the side to expose his winking, glistening hole. Nolan shivers and arches his back the tiny bit he can in his bindings. I press my cock against his opening, pushing until I’mjustinside. Then I grab both of his hip knots just like Hunter showed me and fuck into him. Hard.

I don’t know what’s louder, my grunted, “Fuck,” or Nolan’s surprised, “Ahhh!”

I grip harder and start rolling my hips in a steady rhythm.

It’s only seconds before I realize Hunter isn’t touching me. Not even his chest to my back anymore. I falter, my head turning without my permission to look. He’s watching me with slitted eyes and a parted mouth, his bottom lip slick. His eyes sharpen when they meet my gaze. I shiver, my heart jumping all around inside my chest.

“Where’d you go?” It comes out all small. Vulnerable. Maybe even a little shaky.

Hunter softens, his lips forming the tiniest of smiles. “I’m still right here, Maison. Want help?”

My face burns. I turn back to Nolan, hands so tight on the knots that Nolan squirms and whines. “I don’t need help.”

Hunter’s warmth returns, first with his hard chest against my back, then with his warm breath on my ear, and finally with his hands curling over mine. “Need and want are two very different things, sweetheart. But you don’t have to ask. I’m right here. Fuck him. Show me how well you do it.”

Sweetheart.

My own nickname. All for me.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe and everything is terrifying and my head is too full and also kind of empty and he—he called mesweetheart.

I’m shaking.

I’m shaking and I’m fucking into Nolan again and everyone is panting and my eyes are watering and my heart is thundering.

I’m shaking and I can’t breathe and Hunter is gently hushing me, whispering praise between his louder words meant for Nolan, and he’s helping me lift Nolan’s hips higher until my cock is perfectly angled to nail his prostate.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Hunter growls, and I know it’s meant for Nolan, but a part of me wants to obey too. Wants to beg him to let me. Wants to warn him that I’m close,I’m real close, can I please, please can I fill him up, can I—