Page 258 of The Lies We Play
His body grips me, hot and tight, and the sensation punches through every civilized thought I have left. He drops his head beside Liv’s, and she wraps both arms around him, holding him while I give him more.
I stop halfway.
“Hal?”
He exhales hard. “Don’t stop.”
Liv’s eyes find mine over his shoulder. “Don’t.”
So I don’t.
I press in until I am fully inside him, until my hips meet his and his body locks between us, taking me as he holds himself inside her. For one breath, none of us moves.
The room goes quiet.
Too quiet.
Just the sound of us breathing. The air conditioner pushing cool air over sweat-damp skin. Liv’s hand searching for mine and finding it against Halston’s hip.
Then Halston moves.
A slow roll into Liv.
The motion drags him back against me.
All three of us break a little.
Liv gasps, and Halston groans into her neck, and I have to close my eyes because the feeling is too much. Not just the physical part, though fuck, that is enough to make me lose language. It is being inside Halston while he is inside Liv. It is the three of us becoming one motion, one breath, one want finally given a body.
I grip his hip.
“Again,” I say.
He does it again.
This time, I move with him.
Halston thrusts into Liv, and I thrust into him, slow at first, careful because she asked for one and he asked for me, and neither of us is disposable inside this. Liv takes him with a soft cry. Halston takes me with his teeth gritted, his control breaking one breath at a time. I feel every part of it. His restraint. Her pleasure. My own body is starting to shake from the effort of not turning this into something too hard, too fast, too much.
Liv reaches up and touches my face.
Even from under Halston, she finds me.
That nearly ends me.
“Creed,” she says.
“I’m here, baby.”
Halston’s rhythm falters.
I lean over him, bracing one hand beside Liv’s head, my chest against his back, my mouth near his ear. “She wants both of us.”
His eyes close.
“She has us,” he says.
Then he moves deeper into her.
