And she met my eyes as she rode out her peak on his face and I thought I woulddieto see that blissed-out expression, pure panic and rage and animal pain flaring through me, and the fierce need for that to be thelastorgasm she ever got from anyone else.
Matt turned around, and I could see that he had her thong pulled to the side and her pussy was wet, her thighs slick, and Matt’s lips and chin were shiny, dripping with Rosalie’s release.
“I told you to stay away from her!” I roared.
Matt’s face looked shocked, miserable, but somehow not guilty enough, and I gripped him around the collar, put my hands around his throat, and squeezed.
“She ismine, do you understand? Mine!”
In my rage, I couldn’t stop.
Then Rosalie kicked me sharply in the shins and I slumped to the ground in front of her.
“Dude, are you crying?” Matt asked, and I hadn’t even realized I was until then, but there was hot liquid rolling down my cheeks. My whole face was wet, there were tears dripping down my throat.
“Please, Rosalie, please, I’m sorry. I can’t stand this anymore. Fuck, hell, I give up. I’m begging now. You win. I don’t want you with any other man, baby. I want you all to myself.”
“You idiot, you’re the one who made your choice. Deal with it.”
“I made a mistake!” I howled.
Just then, Dolly came galloping around the corner like a horse, dressed exactly like Rosalie. Except she could never compare. No one ever could.
“Kingsley, what’s wrong?”
She shrieked when she saw Matt.
“Matt, what—happened to your throat.”
“Kingsley was choking me.”
“Why?”
Her eyes flicked back and forth between all of us.
And then dumb Dolly had to have her one moment of lucidity.
“Kingsley, there’s—something between you and Rosalie isn’t there? You like her? Youlikelike her?”
It was such an inane summary of the obsessive dislike I had at the idea of my Rosalie having sex with anyone else that I snapped at her.
“It’s none of your fucking business,” I snapped, and of course her big blue eyes filled with tears.
“Now man, that’s not called for,” Matt said sharply, and Rosalie swung her legs around and took two quick steps before I could grab her, putting an arm around Dolly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said comfortingly. “He’s a brute.”
“But—"
“I think you’ve done enough,” Matt said sternly.
“It’s over—” I roared, opening my mouth to blow up this whole fake dating thing, but Rosalie interrupted me before I could get anything else out.
“Just come with us. We’ll go somewhere and get a couple hot chocolates.”
“Rosalie, you arenotgetting away from me. Please, baby. You misunderstand. I’m not putting anything off until the future. I want younow.”
Dolly gasped like I’d punched her in the face.
