Handlebar’s jaw clenches, but he never takes his eyes off her. Shit, there really is something more going on here. I’m on the verge of being the bigger person and getting the fuck out of here when he turns to me. His expression is different, not quite so mad.
“You brought him back here to fuck him.”
“What gave that away?”
“Mace,” Cassie snaps. “I think that’s obvious, Eli.” Her chin is high, and she’s doing her best to sound as if this isn’t bothering her, but she isn’t fooling either one of us.
He takes a step towards her and I straighten up. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? Cassie’s head tilts back because he towers over her. Suddenly the atmosphere changes, there is a charged energy sparking between the two of them as he stares at her.
Why do I feel like the third fucking wheel now?
“I’m not leaving,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. Cassie’s lips part, and her gaze moves to me.
“Me either,” I throw down the challenge.
“What?” she frowns. “I don’t…” she shakes her head.
Handlebar stops her by gripping the back of her neck and making her look at him. His whole demeanor is changed. It’s not dangerous, not in a bad way but he’s not the mild-mannered southern asshole he usually portrays.
I don’t like the way he is manhandling her either, I’m going to lose my shit if he doesn’t stop.
Handlebar bends forward and tilts her head back even further. It looks like it hurts, and I’m about to tear him away from her when she whimpers. My eyes widen, what the fuck, she enjoyed that? She moans when he lowers his head and sucks the skin of her neck, his other hand gripping her waist.
I’m fucking stunned, is he trying to take her from me right now? He’s whispering something in her ear as he bites down on the lobe and she lets out another moan. I’m frozen but my cock is getting even harder.
Handlebar moves back allowing her, actually his hand is forcing her head my way. Only the fact that she isn’t protesting has me holding my tongue.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“And the other thing?” he says, still watching her, like he’s forgotten I’m here.
“Yes,” she says again.
“What are you two-”
“Shut the fuck up, Mace.”
Before I can say a word, he steps back and swings Cassie ahead of him, her back to his chest. His hand slips around her neck, holding her throat and he issues a challenge to me without a word. Fuck no, he thinks this is happening with him here?
“Cassie,” he says her name sharply without taking his attention of me.
I’m shocked even more when her hands come up and she begins unbuttoning those tiny pearl buttons on her shirt. My eyes drop as she tugs the fabric from her skirt and the shirt parts, revealing a lacy white bra which her tits are straining against, her nipples are hard.
Handlebar brings his other hand up and cups one, squeezing it and pinching her nipple.
My mind is all over the place, caught between watching his hand move from one breast to the other, to his other hand still around her throat.
I don’t fucking share women and my head is telling me to walk the fuck away but my feet are firmly locked in place.
Handlebar lets go of her throat and he pulls her jacket and shirt off. Cassie doesn’t protest when he unhooks her bra and tugs it off, revealing everything to me. My heart is practically pounding out of my chest, throbbing in time to the pulse stirring my cock. Without thought I grab hold of it, squeezing it. Both of their eyes drop to watch.
It’s him I’m watching now. His eyes are heavy with the same lust I’m feeling but there is an edge to it. He’s angry but holding it back. He doesn’t want to do this as much as me but we’re fucking caught in this web Cassie is inadvertently weaving.
He pushes her forward, moving her towards me. Again, I’m shocked she’s letting him do this, but the more we stand here, the more I get it. His dominance is turning her on. It reminds me of how she let meclamp her wrists behind her back as I fucked her over that couch. How she didn’t fight or protest that I was crushing her against it, ramming into her.
While my head has been trapped in that moment, Handlebar has pushed her to her knees, he’s holding on to her hair against her scalp, although it looks bad, he isn’t hurting her, there is some slack to his fingers.
“Do it, Cassie.”
