The hot, thick cock alongside mine.
With his gaze sweeping over my face, down, up again, a smile fills his face. “Wrap your arms around me,” he says.
I do, trying to swallow back my nerves. My cock lays hard and throbbing between us, twitching unbidden. I can’t help it.
He slowly grinds against me, just a little, and I try to bite back a needy moan over the friction my now desperate cock is being subjected to.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Iwantyou to enjoy it, Owen. This is all us this weekend. You might belong to me, but I want you to understand all the good that’s in it for you. All you have to do is be my good boy and I’m going to show you things you never dreamed possible. Okay?”
This is Carter. This is the bastard extraordinaire.
This is my best friend, my roommate.
The brother I never had.
He’s now my owner and lover and the husband of the woman I wish was mine.
As if reading my mind, he arches an eyebrow at me. “She might be mine in name, but she’s yours, too. I meant that.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Know what I’m thinking?”
Another slow smile curves those handsome lips that are now a little fuller from the earlier kiss he gave me. “I took the time to study and learn you, Owen. You’re absolutely right about that. Susa and I are twins when it comes to getting what we want.”
“How long does this last?”
His gaze narrows and the smile doesn’t leave his lips. “There is no expiration date on this.”
“But…people are going to talk.”
“Why?”
“I mean…the three of us.”
“My best friend lives with me and my wife. We’re all college students. Later, we’re best friends from college and we work together. Don’t complicate this, Owen. It’s not a big deal unless we make it a big deal.”
“Work together?”
“Do you honestly think I’m going to work somewhere if the two of you aren’t there, too? I’m married to Senator Benchley’s daughter. There are law firms who will kill to have that kind of juice. I simply make it a point to tell them when we talk to them that it’s all of us or none of us.”
Bitterness creeps into my mind despite trying to tamp it back. “Great. So I don’t get a job on my merits.”
“Fuck merits, Owen. Honestly? Look what happened when our country elected a reality TV star as president. You think he was elected for his merits? Merits mean shit. The three of us are going to make a name for ourselves, and fuck merits in the process. All that matters is our integrity and our results. Throwing Benchley’s name around greases the way. I’m good with that. Why do you want to be an attorney?”
He knows this, but I also know he expects an answer. “To help people.”
“Tohelppeople. That’s right. You saying you can’t help people better as the bestie to Susa Evans and her husband, over trying to scratch a name for yourself alone?”
He’s right.
Damn him.
Double-damn him that he’d stopped moving, and now my impatient cock is twitching again. My hips almost involuntarily try to rock against him to resume that sexy, hungry grind.
“You’re right,” I admit.
