Clearly, he’d been listening; I’m not used to that.
By the time I’m done, the clock reads 9:29, and I rush to climb up onto his bed, folding my legs beneath me and folding my hands in my lap. I try to even my breathing, but it’s useless.
I’m so anxious that the second I hear movement outside the door, my heart pounds so fast I fear it might very well break through my chest.
The door swings open, and Nathan stands in the doorway for a moment, the light of the hall illuminating him in a way that makes him look godly and takes my breath away.
“Always so perfect.” His voice rolls over me like a physical caress, causing goosebumps to break out over my arms and legs despite the warmth of the room.
He moves into the room, already unbuttoning his sleeves as he goes, and I eat up his every move, desperate for attention as I sit alone on the bed, digging my nails into my thighs to keep from fidgeting.
“It would have looked better in red,” Alex says from the door, a smirk on his lips that lets me know he doesn’t really give a shit what color it is.
I hadn’t even realized he was here, so focused on Nathan and his larger-than-life presence.
‘Nathan can share.’Alex’s words ring out in my mind, and suddenly I can’t look at him, instead turning my gaze down to my lap as my heart pounds so loudly I’ll be shocked if they can’t hear it.
What have I gotten myself into?
Icouldn’t give two shits what color the scrap of fabric on Kat is; she could wear a potato sack, and I’d still want to parade her around and call her mine, and there isn’t anything she could do that would make me not want to fuck her.
“Have a seat and enjoy the show, brother.” Nathan nods toward the large recliner by the fireplace that’s currently dark, as if I need instructions. He gets off on control, and that’s great, but I’m not the one getting him off; Kat is. So I go and sit because I want to, not because he said to.
He knows I can’t stand when he tries that bossy shit on me. So I plop down in the chair, whip my already hard dick out, and flip him the bird. The beautiful sound of Kat’s chuckle pulls a smile to my face that had felt almost foreign a few weeks ago. I turn to find her with her lips pressed together in an obvious attempt to hide her amusement, an attempt that clearly failed.
“Something funny?” The harsh rumble of Nathan’s question sobers her, and she begins to shake her head before remembering herself.
“No, sir.”
Nathan drops his cufflinks in the bowl on his dresser and steps out of his shoes before he turns to face Kat, where she sits in the center of his bed like a good fucking girl.
Our good fucking girl.
As if he can read my mind, his gaze flicks up to meet mine, and I see what anyone else would miss—the need, pure and all-consuming, as it shines in his eyes.
Tonight is going to be fun.
He turns his attention back to Kat as he undoes his tie in slow, measured movements, letting it hang from his neck as he unbuttons his shirt.
I have to hand it to him; he sure as fuck knows how to get under her skin. I’m not sure she’s blinked since he walked in the door. The way she looks at him makes my cock ache. Does she look at me like that, like he’s the air she needs to breathe?
Nathan strips off his shirt, folding it and setting it on his dresser, and still his tie remains as he slowly undoes his belt and pulls it free.
Kat’s chest rises and falls like she’s been running, and even from here I can see the way she squirms; if he keeps this up, she’ll leave more than herself wet.
The thought of her wet, dripping, enough so to leave his bed wet, down to the sheets, has me fisting my cock as I work to keep my mouth shut.
All it would take is a simple command; I could have her crawl over here and suck my cock, and she would do it without question, no hesitation. She trusts us to bring her pleasure, knows we would never hurt her, and fuck, it’s such a turn-on to know we have that kind of control over her, that she gives it to us so freely.
But this is Nathan’s night; he set this all up for them, and while I don’t mind crashing to watch and share, I won’t ruin it for them.
Especially not when it’s setting up to be such a good show.
Nathan undresses, leaving his clothes folded on the dresser. He stands in his boxers, his tie the only other scrap of clothing, still draped over his shoulders. He walks around to the foot of the bed to sit with his back to her, and she eats up the sight of him, her eyes roaming over him as if she’s attempting to map every bit of him.
“Kat.” Nathan’s voice snaps us both from our fixations, and her head snaps up, blinking rapidly as if broken from a trance. “You’re going to climb off the bed and come stand over here,” he points to a spot on the carpet that’s about halfway between us and lets my hand fall away. If he’s so willing to share, there must be a reason.
No doubt this is about to be a tease more than a show.
