Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (sight word readers TXT) 📕

where we needed to go. But I didn’t make it to the bedroom yet. Mason grabbed me around the waist, hauling me up against him as Aidan’s body pressed against my back. They were tall, hot, muscular, and I was sandwiched between them.

For right here, right now, I was going to focus on that. I finally let my hand land on Mason’s collarbone, tracing its shape as Aidan pushed my hair to one side. His lips burned into my skin, branding me as his, if only for tonight, drawing a gasp when they trailed over my scars, something Mason swept in to suck down. His mouth was hungry, demanding. He wanted everything he’d been denied and more.

And I wanted to give it to him.

My mind had queries, questions, outright accusations, but I shoved that to one side, and right now, I gloried in him—his taste, his lips, his tongue, his hands clawing at my clothes like they personally offended him. I’d waited five long years for this, and I was done waiting any longer. I dislodged both of them and pulled my jacket off, my belt free, placing my gun and my knife on a table just inside the door. And then I waited.

“Oh, we’re not stopping there, not this time,” Mason said, something wild in his smile. He yanked his shirt up and over his head, then advanced upon me with all that rippling muscle on display. He prowled closer, like he needed to stalk me, but there was no need. For tonight, I was his, something he seemed to realise when he stopped just short of me, reaching out like he only just dared before those broad fingers trailed slowly down my arm. Aidan had no such patience, grabbing my T-shirt and yanking it up over my head, baring me to Mason.

“Fuck…” He shifted restively, hands clenching, jaw clenching, until I grabbed him by the wrist and placed his fingers against the skin of my stomach. “Paige.”

He growled my name like it was a prayer to Mother Moon herself, but there wasn’t room for reverence tonight. Aidan’s mouth burned a trail down my spine, making it arch, thrusting my breasts into Mason’s face, and that was apparently enough. He snapped the chain that held him back, surging forward, hands clawing down the straps of my bra, his lips and teeth tracing the skin it revealed.

I couldn’t breathe deep enough, just in short little pants, as my hand buried itself in the waves of his hair. I felt his mouth burn a trail downwards, one cup of my bra shoved down until the whole thing fell free. Our eyes flicked up to see Aidan staring down, his fingers tracing small circles on my back where the clasp had been.

“Jesus Christ,” Aidan hissed. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Mason spun me around, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck as he basically revealed me to the other man. For a moment, Aidan just stared, then that boyish smile of his returned. Mason’s fingers worked the button on my jeans as mine slid up Aidan’s muscular torso, his abs jumping at my touch until he tilted my chin up and then took my mouth.

This was really different to kissing Mason. With him, there was all this pent-up desire, but with Aidan, I could replicate that ‘going home with a stranger’ experience I was after. I leaned into him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, letting it pop free and swiping my tongue into his mouth, learning his taste like he learned mine. He grabbed me when I went to pull away, slamming his mouth down, eating me whole, as Mason slid my jeans down.

“Well, I sure as shit am not gonna be the only one standing here naked,” I said after Mason had stripped me, casting an eye over both of them. They took a few seconds to register what I said, pacing around me like the animals they were, taking everything in. It was my pointed look that finally alerted them, then hands went to belts and zippers, shoes pulled off, until everything I was about to spoil myself with was unveiled. Perfectly taut muscular bodies swayed slightly, eyes burning liquid silver, and they were hard, achingly hard for me. I nodded to myself, smiling my beast’s smile, before I said, “Get on the bed.”

Jesus fucking Christ, I could see why people resented nix. Wolf shifters already got more out of a mated relationship than most. Our partners were supremely fit, sporting the kinds of bodies that everyone else drooled over on Instagram well into middle age, and our mate bonds ensured we were loyal until death. But as I padded after them, moving from the living room to the bedroom, watching them flop down on the surface, a visual feast of maleness, I could see it. This was an embarrassment of riches, more than any woman should be lucky enough to experience, and this was only one part of my pack. I sent up a silent prayer to the Moon Maiden in thanks as I drew closer, while Mason watched my every move, Aidan giving his cock a stroke. I settled on the bed, resting on my knees and looked the two of them over.

“What’s up, baby?” Aidan said, my eyes hypnotised by the slow swivel of his hand. “You look like you don’t know where to start.”

He was right—I didn’t. They were an ocean of things to touch, taste, smell, lick, and I wanted to savour every damn bit of it. But as I moved forward, crawling across the bed, my mouth dry and my eyes roaming, I threw myself down between them, ready to drown. Hands grabbed my wrists, pulling them up over my head, while another pair landed on my hips. I was dragged down the bed until I was caught between the two of them, a tightly wound string, but it was Mason who relented first. He reared above me, a dark god with