CHAPTER 87: TWO COUSINS

Hailee’s POV

Before I could respond, Dane slammed his lips against mine again, sucking the breath out of me. I kissed him back, my fingers gripping his hair as he kissed me passionately but also possessively and jealously, like he was trying to make a point.

I should’ve pushed him away, told him I was tired... but I didn’t.

Because in that moment, my body wasn’t listening to my mind. It was listening to the pleasure the hands of Dane were giving me.

His hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips with desperate intensity, pulling me flush against him. His kiss deepened, devouring me, and I felt myself drowning in it.

"I can’t stop thinking about you," Dane whispered hoarsely against my lips. "Every damn night. Every time I close my eyes, Hailee... it’s you."

I whimpered, a sound torn between guilt and desire, my hands still clutching the front of his shirt. "Dane..." I managed to whisper, but I didn’t know what I was going to say. I wasn’t even sure I could say anything at all.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then down my jaw, his breath shuddering. "I hate that I have to share you," he murmured.

There was a pause, heavy, and suffocating.

"I loved you, Hailee," he said, his voice low and broken. "Don’t forget that."

His mouth found mine again, slower this time but no less desperate. Every part of me was on fire, every nerve tangled between guilt and longing, torn between the men outside that door and the one in front of me now.

"Dane..." I whispered again, breathless.

But he didn’t stop. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my back, drawing a shiver from me. He lifted the fabric slowly, exposing inch after inch until he pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor. I gasped when his mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck, teeth grazing just enough to make me tremble.

My shorts followed next, his fingers deft and skillful as he pushed them down my thighs. I kicked them off blindly, my mind too fogged to think. All I could feel was him.

He stepped back for a moment, his eyes raking over my body, dark and hungry. "You’re so fucking beautiful," he muttered, his voice rough with emotion.

He reached for the hem of his shirt and yanked it off, revealing the tense lines of his chest and stomach. Then, unexpectedly, he swept me into his arms and carried me across the room.

I barely had time to breathe before he set me down on the edge of the table.

"Lie back," he said, his voice thick and commanding.

I obeyed, my heart thundering as I lay across the cool surface of the reading desk, my legs instinctively parting when he stepped between them. His hands were everywhere—sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, smoothing over my ribs until they cupped my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and my back arched involuntarily.

He leaned down, his breath hot against my stomach. "I’ve missed this," he whispered. "Missed you."

Then he dropped to his knees.

My breath caught as he kissed his way up my inner thigh, slow and torturous, his hands keeping me in place. When his mouth finally found my pussy, I cried out softly, my hips jerking at the sensation. He groaned against me, the vibration making me clutch the edge of the table.

His tongue moved with maddening precision, drawing out every sound, every tremble, while his hands moved back up to my nipples, teasing and squeezing until I was writhing beneath his touch.

"Dane—" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

Dane groaned softly against me. "Yes... moan for me, Hailee," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He kissed me again, lower this time, sucking my most sensitive spot with hunger and focus. I couldn’t stop the moans that left my lips, my body reacting to every move he made. His hands were everywhere—on my breasts, teasing my nipples, making my back arch off the table.

Then he slowly pulled back.

I watched as he unzipped his pants. My body tensed, not sure what he was about to do—but he looked up at me and said, "I’m not going in."

His voice was firm but gentle, like he wanted me to know I still had control.

He stepped between my legs again and brought the tip of his cock to my entrance. He didn’t push in, just slid it against me slowly, teasing me while his fingers returned to my clit. I gasped, grabbing the edge of the table, my whole body trembling from the overwhelming feeling.

He moved the tip of his cock back and forth, never going deeper, but it still made my legs shake. All the while, his fingers played with me in small, skilled circles, making it impossible to think.

"You feel that?" he murmured. "That’s all for me."

"Look at me," Dane said, his voice low and rough.

I blinked, breathless, and lifted my eyes to meet his. His gaze was locked on mine—dark, intense, and full of heat. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst.

Still holding eye contact, he slowly pulled his length away from my entrance. I whimpered at the loss of contact, but before I could say a word, he slid one finger inside me.

I gasped.

He moved it slowly, carefully at first, testing how wet and ready I was. Then he added another, curling them just right, hitting that perfect spot that made my legs tremble. My back arched off the table, and a soft moan escaped me.

His other hand moved to his own body, and I watched with eyes wide and breath caught in my throat as he began stroking himself, slow and steady. His movements were smooth, controlled, but I could see how much he wanted me by the way his jaw clenched and his muscles tensed.

"Keep your eyes on me," he said again, deeper this time. "I want to see your face when you fall apart."

His fingers worked me with more pressure now, steady and skilled, while his hand on himself moved faster around his cock. Our breaths filled the room.

Dane’s fingers moved faster inside me, curling with just the right pressure while his thumb found my clit again. He rubbed it in slow, tight circles, then faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers deep inside me.

I couldn’t hold it back.

A loud moan escaped my lips, raw and uncontrollable. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the feeling, needing more—needing him. My body trembled as pleasure washed over me in waves, and still, he didn’t stop.

Dane groaned as he watched me cum, still stroking himself with his other hand. His grip tightened, his muscles flexed, and his eyes never left mine.

"I’ve missed this," he breathed again. "Missed you like this."

His pace quickened—rougher now, more desperate. His chest heaved, his strokes faster and harder until, with a low growl, his body tensed and he came, his release spilling across his stomach and hand as he bit down on a curse.

Silence followed, heavy and pulsing with what we had just done.

Dane leaned in and gently helped me sit up on the table, brushing a strand of hair from my face before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.

"That was... great," he murmured against my mouth, his tone softer now. "God, Hailee."

He turned away, reaching for his shirt and pants, the room still buzzing with heat.

But the fire inside me had gone out.

I sat there in stunned silence, staring at the floor as a sharp wave of disgust crawled up my spine. My skin felt too tight, my breath too shallow. My hands clenched in my lap.

What have I become?

What the hell is wrong with me?

I had just made out with two men—two cousins—in the same night.

I squeezed my eyes shut, guilt choking me. You’re pathetic, Hailee. A complete mess. Easy. Stupid. Slut.

I could still feel Nathan’s warmth in my skin.

And now this?

Dane turned back to me, his smile fading when he caught sight of my expression. His brows drew together in concern. He stepped closer, reaching out to cup my cheek gently.

"Hailee," he said softly, "what’s wrong?"

I shook my head quickly, forcing a tight smile. "Nothing. I’m fine."

He didn’t believe me. I could see it in his eyes.

"I just... I want to go home," I said, sliding off the table, my voice barely above a whisper.

I grabbed my clothes from the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. Dane stood beside me, wearing a worried expression on his face.

"Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to do?" he asked worriedly.

I shook my head, already putting on my clothes. "No, Dane... you did nothing wrong... it’s not about you... it’s me," I said.

Dane wanted to say more, but I placed a kiss on his cheek and said, "I’ll see you tomorrow at school." Then I turned around and walked out of the room.