Blissful Hook (Swift Hat-Trick Trilogy, #2)

by Hannah Cowan

Euphoria: A feeling you get from a good fuck, or from stepping off of an airplane after spending almost an entire day strapped into a seat so tiny only your left ass cheek fits.

“Let me in,” she murmurs quietly, inching closer to me. The seconds flick away slowly around us. “You wouldn't like what you would see.”

“Where does that leave you then? What's your so-called addiction?” I ask curiously. My skin flares when he turns and locks his eyes with mine. “You, Gray. I think I'm addicted to you.”

My words seem to spark a reaction from inside him because he whips his head to the side and lets out a string of curses before smashing our mouths together.

“That’s for you. It’s been like that for years, but you never gave me the chance to tell you.”

“That's cool. Why is he here? In your kitchen? When you're wearing the same amount of clothes you do when you make coffee every morning after I fuck your brains out?”

“If you see her in the lobby, turn around. If she's in the elevator when the doors open, wait for the next one. If you can see her wherever you are, close your fucking eyes. But I don't want to find you so much as breathing the same air as her again unless you want to spend the remainder of your days in a fucking wheelchair. Got it, Cody?”

I have her shoved back against the living room wall before she can finish her sentence.

“Yeah?” Please don't say something that will tear me to shreds while I'm standing naked as the day I was born with cum dripping down my thighs.

“Yeah. Or else telling you that I'm in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.”

I can nearly feel the tension rising like air in a hot-air-balloon when Adam steps outside, a miniature version of himself gripping his hand for dear life. It doesn’t take long for Adam to speak just one word that falls as heavy as a bed of bricks, cutting through the cool night air. “Surprise?”