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already knew, that it had been her fault, and then she would never see him again. It didn’t feel right. Gordon wasn’t like that. But it was true. If she hadn’t refused their plan, hadn’t been so headstrong, had done what they wanted because they knew what was best for her, Warren wouldn’t be in hospital and she wouldn’t be waiting for Gordon to break things off with her. Maybe that’s why Warren had told him to take her home. Warren didn’t have the strength right now to tell her to go and asked Gordon to do it. Haley moaned in abject pain.
    “Damn it, Haley, open your eyes and look at me!”
    Haley forced herself to look up at him. He balanced his weight above her, his hands planted beside her shoulders, his knees tight against her hips. She could feel his cock hardening against her belly, even with the distance between their bodies, and had to fight not to arch against him. She wanted him inside her one more time. Gordon impaled her with his glance instead.
    “You have nothing to be sorry for, Haley. You are not responsible for that asshole’s actions. Period. Do you hear me?”
    Gordon’s language almost convinced her that he meant what he said, far more than his actual words. Gordon never swore around her, although Warren had loosened up considerably. Gordon was the consummate gentleman. She searched his eyes and flinched at the frustration she saw there. He was angry with her.
    “Warren doesn’t hold you responsible either, Haley, although you will need to hear that from him, I’m sure.” Gordon rolled away and stared up at the ceiling, and she mourned the loss of contact.
    “I don’t know why you feel the need to assume such responsibility, but that’s what you have done, correct?”
    Haley sat up and swivelled to answer Gordon directly. “Why are you so angry?” she asked, instead.
    Gordon sat up in turn and reached to grab her shoulders. He shook her gently. “Because I’ve watched you torture yourself for the past three and a half days over something you had no control over. It could have been you, Haley! Did you ever consider that? And how would I have gone on then?”
    Haley covered her face with both hands and spoke between her fingers. “It should have been me.”
    When Gordon dragged her down and rolled back on top of her, Haley sensed a change in him, something that made her belly clench. “Never say that again, sub. I won’t tolerate it.”
    He took her mouth with a devastating kiss that stole her breath, and his hands moved to pull the towel away from her breasts. He pinched and rolled both nipples, and the small pain twisted right to her apex, arousing her. Haley kissed him back with all her heart, and she pushed her fingers through his hair to anchor him to her. She felt his knee push between her legs to separate them. The arousing feeling of having her legs spread by her dominant men never failed to surprise Haley. Her pussy moistened, and she quit thinking about how much control she had actually had over preventing the stabbing. She wanted Gordon to fuck her. She needed him, and tried not to feel selfish. One hand left her breasts and reached between them to help notch his cock at her entrance. He filled her in one thrust and Haley gasped at the invasion, her tender tissues stretching to accommodate him despite her wetness. It had been weeks without this, and it felt so good. Gordon made love to her despite his anger and tension. He was forceful yet gentle, and Haley rocked against him in the age-old dance of affirmation and joy. She climaxed after just a few strokes, with Gordon’s pelvis grinding against the hood of her clit and his cock digging at the special spot high inside her. He stroked hard and then held himself against her, his cum splashing into her womb, his craggy face tightening in ecstasy. He collapsed and then slid to the side, pulling her with him to hold her close, his cock still inside of her.
    “No more apologies, Haley. Get some sleep before we go back