Twisted Intentions

~ Part 11 ~

"This isn't a game, Hayden. I want you, both of you, and now that I have you both under the same roof? I'll never let you go."

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Serena

     The hot water stings my skin as I tilt my face up, the scalding temperature still not comparing to how hot I felt watching them pressed into a wall and dry humping eachother.

I groan, pressing my forehead to the cold tile of the shower as I try to calm my pounding heart. I've been trying to fight the urge to touch my aching pussy while the image of them plays on repeat in my head.

I wasn't going to listen at first, but Hayden sounded so vulnerable. Part of me was ready to let him run into my arms if Zane turned him away. And so when I heard what sounded like kissing I couldn't help but look. Zane's so big, and the way he had Hayden pinned to the wall..

My hands skate down my stomach as I replay it again, the soft sounds Hayden was making. The way Zane ground his hips forward while their tongues battled for dominance.

I bite my lip to keep the moan in as my fingers brush over my swollen clit, my other hand punching my nipples and tugging on my piercings.

My hips move with my fingers, rotating in circles as I picture myself between them. Their hands and mouths roaming over me while they fill me up.. together.

I cover my mouth to keep my whimpers quiet as I come, my hand slapping into the wall to hold myself up as each wave pulses through me. Im still trembling from the aftershocks when a soft knock at the door nearly has me jumping out of my skin.

"Serena. Are you alright? I heard a thud." Zane's deep voice muffles through the wood and I stumble over an excuse, my voice still shaky.

"Yeah! I'm fine! I just, I'm just showering! I dropped a bottle of shampoo!" I try and fail to sound normal, holding my forehead in my palms and I hear a soft chuckle

"Uh huh. Right. Well, finish up and come get something to eat, you aren't skipping out on lunch." I roll my eyes at his bossy tone.

"Why are you so worried about me eating? I'm perfectly fine." I grouch as I shut the water off, wrapping my hair in a towel before drying off my body.

"Because you don't, and someone has to worry about your eating. I want you strong and healthy, not running on empty all the time." He sounds so sincere that my chest aches, no one's tried to take care of me in a long time.

"Okay. I'll be right out." I say over the lump in my throat and the floorboards creek as he walks away. I towel off quickly before throwing on a pair of black yoga pants and my favorite band t-shirt. Opening the door slowly, I spot Willow curled up in the middle of the bed and I take a deep breath.

I pad down the stairs quietly, eyeing them as they sit sprawled across the couch. Hayden's sitting up with his elbows on his knees, staring thoughtfully out the window as Zane leans back. His arms are stretched across the back of the couch, fiddling with the collar of Hayden's shirt when they look up at the same time. Blue and green eyes burning into me as they skate up and down my body.

"There you are, I thought I'd have to come back up and get you out of hiding." Zane says smoothly, an easy smile on his face and I look anywhere but at him.

"I wasn't hiding.." I mutter as I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "I was just showering." I repeat and he smiles harder.

"Come, sit." Hayden pats the spot between them and I eye him warily. "Come on, I made you a sandwich." He offers gesturing to the plate on a side table and my stomach grumbles aloud.