Page 66 of Deep 6 (Multiple Love)
I’m certain of all of this because, deep down, I know who he is.
Tyler’s cocky exterior was just a front to cover everything beneath. His flippancy about life, his addiction to speed, are about pushing the boundaries, about tempting fate.
He didn’t leave me behind because he didn’t want me. He did it because he believed that I deserved more than a broken version of him.
What he doesn’t know is that I would have done whatever it took to help him put himself back together again. I could have supported Luna too. They were too fractured to be there for each other.
Tyler’s eyes find mine over Luna’s shoulder. There’s an ache in them that cuts my heart. An ache to turn back the clock to when everything was easier. When pain wasn’t eating us all in some way or another.
Greg’s hand envelopes mine. When I glance up at him, he’s staring straight ahead, but his firm grasp helps me. It grounds me. He is what I need in the same way that I should be what Tyler needs. I wish I could be.
My throat tightens as I watch the other men in this house stand around, worried for their friend. Able steps forward as Luna draws back, moving closer to Tyler in case he needs support.
Luna’s eyes search out the icy blue stare of her bodyguard. He gives her a curt nod, straightening as though he wants to make himself as tall as he can be. The earpiece he’s wearing trails inside his black jacket, and he mutters something to communicate to the rest of his team that they’re leaving. Luna’s either in danger or has a load of over-enthusiastic fans to deserve this much security.
“Do you have her number?” I ask Greg. He nods stiffly in response. At least I have a way to get in touch with Luna if I need to. “Is my car ready?” I ask. This question prompts Greg to turn his head and look down at me with his inky black eyes. I think I must imagine the tick of his jaw before he speaks.
“Yes. Why? Are you going somewhere?”
“Just to run errands,” I say.
“Well, before you run errands, I need to talk to you upstairs.”
His palm tightens around my hand, squeezing the bridge of my knuckles enough to make me feel his coiled strength. I remember the way that huge rough palm gripped around my throat, and I’m instantly hot between my legs. I don’t know how it is that each of these men, being so different, can push my buttons so perfectly. It’s like they’re a six-sided dice. Each time it tumbles, it brings up another number that is perfect for me.
But I’m not perfect for them.
This home is built on trust. These men have come together to bring security and reliability into each other’s lives because their families never have.
And as much as I would love to be a part of this, as much as I need these men in my life, I know I won’t be able to live with myself if I become the reason this all falls apart.
Greg’s need to talk is urgent enough that he takes my hand and leads me from the room. I pad upstairs, trailing behind him a step. He’s silent until he’s closed the door to his room behind us. Then his mouth is on mine, hungrier than any kiss I’ve ever had. The hand that squeezed mine is on my throat, keeping me pressed against the wall and totally in his control. His other hand shoves aside the silky fabric of my shorts, fingers slipping in my slickness and pushing deep inside me.
I gasp into his mouth and feel the twitch of a smile on his lips. His thumb grazes my clit lazily as he pumps deep, using his foot to kick my legs wider, and I’m on the precipice of coming before I’ve even properly registered what’s happening.
Talking is obviously the last thing on Greg’s mind.
I can feel the long bar of his hard cock against my hip. He nudges it into me, searching for friction, and it’s the most demandingly erotic thing that anyone has ever done to me.
“I know what’s on your mind,” he whispers in my ear, lips seeking out my soft lobe, making me shiver. “I know what you’re planning. You’re going to take your car and drive out of here and leave us all behind.”
I shake my head, even though it’s true. Greg adds another finger, pumping so hard and deep into my pussy that I’m on my tiptoes, grunting with pleasure.
“You think that leaving will make Tyler better, but you’re wrong. He needs you. We all need you. You’re in our blood now. We’ve marked you. You don’t get to drive off into the sunset without a backward look.”
