“Damn it, Mark! I broke my hymen playing softball when I was fourteen. And Hazel doesn't have to worry about it anymore.” Her hands were frantic as they yanked his boxers down, exposing his shaft. She lay back on the bed. “Quit f*****g around and f**k us!”
Unstrung by her desperate pleas, he had to take a second to center himself. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the madness which had descended on them since the storm broke that evening. Opening them, he saw Brianna. And Hazel. One, a woman he loved with all his heart. The other a woman he pitied with all his soul.
Now.
He kicked off his boxers, then leaned forward, catching himself on his elbows as he nestled into the angle of his lover's spread thighs. He took a moment to kiss her, another to position himself at her openi
