27. Harden
M y cock is hard and leaking in my fucking pants, and I don’t even know who it’s for.
We all watch Griffin lead Aurora from the table, and I can feel my best friend practically vibrating with fury, as they disappear downstairs into the throws of people.
It isn’t long before he finds them on the dance floor, tucked away in a dark corner, no doubt done completely on purpose on Griffin’s part, and Ever knocks back another shot of vodka.
“Well damn, he finally grew some balls huh?” Archer jokes, pissing Everest off even more, but from the look in Archer’s eyes, he doesn’t look too happy about it either.
“Balls I’m going to rip off,” he grunts back to his brother, making me smirk slightly, and when I find Daemon watching me, I see a knowing look in his eyes that makes me uneasy.
“She’s eighteen, she can do whatever she wants,” Daemon reminds him, but it doesn’t placate either brother in any way.
“Pfft, that’s practically still a baby,” Archer snaps back, knocking back some of his beer, his eyes never leaving the dance floor, not that Griffin will care, he likes playing with fire.
“That’s the same age we met over a threesome,” Daemon claps back, finally pulling his gaze from mine to meet Archer’s, and in an instant his sister is forgotten.
“Oh you mean the night you claim to forget, baby?” His words are paired with a heated, teasing look, and I can’t help but watch them.
Both of them are attractive, and sure it’s hot when they kiss I guess, but it doesn’t make me feel anything.
No, the only two people who make me feel anything are currently writhing together on the dance floor. As if the very thought of him summons his gaze, Griffin's eyes meet mine, and even with the object of all our affections grinding against him, I still see something else there.
Longing.
It’s a look that has me wanting to fucking kiss him again, kiss her again, but instead I am granted the sight of them kissing each other.
I wish I could hate them for it, that I could pretend it doesn’t affect me, and let them run off into the sunset together, but instead my body burns for something more.
Something I can’t describe, something I’ve never had, something I’ve only ever felt twice in my life, and it was when I was kissing both of them.
Everest curses beside me, snapping his neck toward Archer, as if willing him to put a stop to this so he doesn’t have to, but he’s too lost in his own kiss with Daemon.
Which means Ever’s fury only builds. He knocks back another shot, then another, his knuckles going white around the bottle, especially when they pull apart and Griffin smirks, offering us a little wave.
My hand slams down on his arm, keeping him in place before he can try to move. When his furious gaze flicks to mine, I release him and sign. Calm down, you know she wants this.
His eyes don’t lose their anger. “Please, Haze, like you aren’t watching just as pissed off as I am.”
I can’t say anything in response because he’s right, and when I move my gaze back to the dance floor, I watch in fascination as Griffin spins Aurora in his hold, pulling her back against his chest. Whatever he whispers in her ear has her eyes dancing up to meet ours, and the lust in them almost chokes all the breath from my lungs.
I’m so turned on it’s making me sick, and I don’t know who I want more, which only adds to my turmoil, because why am I letting them tempt me?
I can’t have them, either of them, I know that, I don’t deserve to taint their fucking light, but like a moth to a fucking flame I map their every move.
Which means I see the moment Aurora’s entire body comes to life in front of him, and my eyes track his hands instantly.
One of them is wrapped possessively around her stomach, holding her against him, as if he never wants to let her go, and the other…
The other is hidden behind her and the shadows of the flashing lights, but I know exactly where it is, and I know Everest does too.
We both watch in heated anticipation, before he curses and throws back another shot, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly firing off a text.
“Go over and tell them it’s time to go, we’re leaving,” he demands, standing up and turning to me expectantly.
Why do I have to tell them? Why can’t you? I sign, and his demonic smirk is nothing short of terrifying and filled with promise.
“Because if I go over there, I’ll fucking kill him, Haze.”
He doesn’t say another word, just pushes past the table and storms off toward the exit, leaving me to grab the other two.
Rising to my feet, I quickly sign an explanation to Archer about going home, before I make my way down to the dance floor.
There are so many people here, and I struggle to keep my heart rate under control as I am accidentally bumped a few times on my way.
I would never willingly come to a place like this, but after the three of them have rallied around me since that night, I wanted them to let off some steam.
I guess they needed it more than I thought, because as I get closer to them, I know I’m not the only thing that’s close.
Aurora’s head is thrown back against Griffin’s chest, one of her arms flexed above her, wrapping round his neck, and the other on top of his, where it rests on her stomach.
Griffin’s mouth is at her ear, whispering words I can’t make out, even as I get closer to them, but both their eyes are on mine.
His are filled with lust and determination, and hers are glossed over with pleasure.
I may not have a lot of experience with sex, consensual sex anyways, but even I know she is about to come right here in front of everybody.
I should leave, I should turn around and walk away. So why are my legs still bringing me closer to them? Why am I drawn to the way she is trembling against him, to the way he is making her tremble?
“Look how he’s captivated by your pleasure, he’s such a good boy, isn’t he, sweetheart?” Griffin purrs into her ear, but my focus is only on the breathy moans I can now hear being ripped from her throat.
It’s the same moans I heard the night he had her pinned to the wall in the alley of the art gallery, and they’ve been haunting me ever since. Just like the press of her lips when we were still a pair of kids, just like the press of his lips that are now trailing along her neck.
My throat is so dry, I don’t think I could talk even if I wanted to, and when Griffin nods his head at me, beckoning me even closer, I find myself moving towards them.
Like they are magnets and I am their damn counterpart.
When I reach them I can hear her panting breaths, see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she races toward her orgasm, and the knowing smirk on his face is enough to have my skin burning.
I want them. I want them more than I have ever wanted anything, and that thought is more frightening than anything that has ever happened to me.
“Fuck, you should feel how hot and tight she is, Haze,” Griffin grunts, and from this angle, I know I am the only one who can see him working his hand under her skirt.
I can see nothing and everything at the same time.
It’s both maddening and addictive.
Is this what it feels like to be truly turned on?
To want something that isn’t being forced upon you?
My hands come up and sign before I can even think about doing it. Make her come. My demand surprises all of us, but all I can think about is watching her fall apart.
I forget about my mother.
I forget about my trauma.
There is only her. Only him.
Only them.
Griffin’s answering smirk is wicked as his eyes bore into mine. “Yes, Sir.”
Her moan this time scrapes against the remnants of my black heart, willing some life to flow through it, as I watch her body start to shake even more.
There is no pretense of them dancing now, no, the only thing either of them care about is her release.
I step even closer, not wanting anyone to witness what we are about to, least of all her brother and his teammates.
I’m so close now that I have to stop myself from reaching out and touching her, from taking her hips in my hands and guiding her no doubt soaking wet cunt against his fingers, until she is drenching them completely.
I wonder what they both taste like?
Not their lips. Other places.
I can smell Aurora’s arousal from here, and if I were normal I’d drop to my knees and fucking worship her, but I’m far from normal.
A fact that is only proven when Griffin takes one final step, closing the distance between the three of us, and Aurora falters slightly, her hand flying to my chest and fisting in my shirt to keep herself upright.
My entire body freezes at the contact, but not before I flinch, something she notices instantly and immediately starts to remove her hand.
My hand flies up before I can stop it, pressing hard over hers, keeping it in place against my chest. Her stare searches mine and I know Griffin is watching us, but I keep my eyes on hers, nodding slightly to let her know it’s okay.
I can do this, I can, but more than that, I need to do this, because I might not be able to touch her, but I can let her touch me.
I can let her touch me while she comes for my best friend.
“Harden,” she gasps in question, but still I need more, and I flick my stare up to Griffin, who is watching me with pride, and I tip my head at him.
We don’t need any more communication than that, we’ve always been in sync with one another, and the second I give him the signal, he continues his assault on the girl between us.
Her questioning stare goes slack, her pupils going wide, as Griffin starts to tease her clit again.
Her hand flexes beneath mine, no doubt able to detect the rapid beat of my heart rate as I watch them both.
She’s fucking beautiful, they both are, and it’s that stark realization that has me stepping even closer, letting her feel my arousal pressing into the bottom of her stomach.
“Harden,” she cries again, sounding more lust-drenched this time, and fuck I want to swallow that sound.
I want to steal it from her fucking lungs and bathe in it for eternity.
Her hips move between us both, chasing her release, and I’m sure Griffin is as hard behind her as I am in front.
My hands come up again, only this time I know exactly what I’m saying.
Come for him, Aurora . I sign, wishing I could show her what else I can do with my damn fingers, but this isn’t the time or the place. Let go now, I won’t ask again. I add, and her stare turns molten, as Griffin mutters a curse as she explodes around him.
Except it isn’t his name she screams, it’s mine. And nothing in the history of the world has ever sounded better.
“Harden,” she cries, loud and unashamed, and fuck, for the first time in my life I want to fuck someone.
I want to be the reason she falls apart, the reason she says my name with such pleasure, the reason her hands claw at my chest in desperation, but for now I’ll settle for it being my best friend.
Griffin doesn’t falter in his movements, his hand not stopping his onslaught until she is breathless between us, but his eyes are on me.
He is watching me with a look I have never seen before, one that tells me that whatever happened between us the other day isn’t over, all while his fingers are inside her.
There are no other thoughts in my head except for how much I want them, and I all I can really think is how well and truly fucked I am.
Because what runs deeper, my trauma? Or my need for two of my best friends?