“Aww, Daddy,” Mitch purrs at Ian with a smile full of debauchery.
“Gross,” Ian scoffs, shaking his head.
How they look at each other makes me feel like I’m interrupting an intimate moment. An outsider looking in at everything I’ve always searched for but never found. A cold sadness creeps under my skin before morphing into anger. Like my body refuses to accept any other emotion and boils everything I ever feel down until all that’s left is wrath.
“Well, I’m heading out, but you two have fun.”
“Wait! Don’t go!” Mitch yelps, grabbing my wrist as I turn to make my way to the door.
“Mitch,” I start to plead, but his grip on my wrist tightens, and he yanks me closer.
“I want you to stay with me,” he whispers onto my lips, his glossy eyes pleading. “Please stay. I want to show you how much I’ve missed you.” His voice is low and full of whispered longing. He tilts my chin up and places his forehead on mine, his hand snaking down to grip my ass under my skirt, his fingers coming dangerously close to finding out how much I don’t actually want to leave.
I hesitate, my strongest instinct yelling at me to run, but it’s impossible to say no to him. His big, hopeful eyes are as openand earnest as a golden retriever’s. There’s no ulterior motives, no game—just raw, unabashed affection that feels too honest for me to handle. I’m so used to seeing the worst in people that I forget Mitch is one of the good ones. I let out a sigh of defeat and lean into his embrace.
“I missed you too,” I whisper back, feeling the weight of my words settle in my chest.
His grip on my jaw turns possessive, and I surrender to the moment, my heart pounding with the guilt still lingering in my chest.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he growls, his voice raw and gritty. His hand drops from my chin to palm my throat. “Don’t you ever fucking hide from me.”
A shiver runs down my spine with the intensity of his glare. “I’m sorry. I’m…” The sentence stalls on my lips because I honestly don’t know how to finish it. I’m what? Broken. Petty. Grumpy. Bitchy. A scared pessimistic cunt who is unworthy of a morsel of affection from a man who has given me no reason to feel this small. I am all those things, so I settle with being a broken record, “…I’m sorry.”
“How sorry are you?” Mitch asks as he slides the hand from my ass around my hip and up my inner thigh. A smirk forms on his lips, dark and salacious. My stomach bursts into butterflies that sink straight between my thighs where his finger is lightly tracing the crease of my pussy through the thin fabric of my underwear.
“Mitch,” my breath hitches as my eyes dart around the room full of people, unaware that Mitch is practically fingering me in the middle of his party.
Of all the guests minding their own business, Ian is the only one with his attention on us. His eyes dipped low to where Mitch’s hand disappears under my skirt. His expression is hardto read, but he doesn’t look as disgusted as I felt watching them from across the room.
“What do we have here? Youdidmiss me,” Mitch mutters as he circles the damp fabric over my clit. “You’re so wet for me already.” I bite my bottom lip and dig my hands into his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I can make you cum right here in the middle of my fucking kitchen. Surrounded by all these people who have no idea how much of a slut you are for me.”
Without warning, his grip on my throat tightens, and he yanks my panties to the side and steps into me, sliding his fingers around my slick clit. An involuntary gasp escapes my throat as he pushes two fingers inside of me.
“Jesus fuck,” he growls as his fingers glide in with ease. “So. Fucking. Wet.” He grunts, thrusting his fingers in and out of me as if punctuating each word. “I can’t wait to punish you for hiding from me this week. I have half a mind to bend you over this counter and fuck you right here while everyone watches,” he whispers, his voice like velvet wrapped around barbed wire.
The thought sends a jolt to my core, and a smile stretches across his face as my pussy clenches around his fingers.
“Of course, you’d fucking like that,” he laughs, knowing me all too well. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave. There’s no way I’m okay with letting these assholes hear your whimpers and the desperation in your voice when you scream my name. Although, if you’re quiet, no one will know but you and me.”
Mitch curls his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot that hitches my breath. I can feel an orgasm building in me, like a tidal wave ready to crash down. I grip his shirt for dear life as I stifle every moan that begs to escape my body.
Feeling his eyes on me, I look over to find Ian still watching. Mitch follows my gaze, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Well…and Ian, of course.”
Mitch looks back at me, and there’s a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before. An idea was born in the moment it took him to look from me to Ian and then back again, turning his smile into a devilish smirk.
His fingers pause inside me before he pulls his hand from under my skirt, and I groan in protest, “UGH! You asshole.” I whine, my pussy empty and begging for release.
He takes his arousal-soaked hand and grips Ian’s shirt into a tight fist, pulling him to stand beside me. Our shoulders bump against each other, and I look up at Ian, but his eyes are hard focused on Mitch. Having him so close to me when Mitch has done a bang-up job getting me all hot and bothered is both pissing me off and making me question the heat that continues to pool in my center.
"I have something I want,” Mitch slurs, looking between us, his hand lowering from my neck to settle over the top of my chest. “And it’s something you’rebothgoing to give me because I have been averygood boy.”
My insides swirl as I prepare for the inevitable conversation about the love triangle that’s thrown a wrench in our lives. It’s clear now that Mitch wantsbothof us to remain in contact with his dick, so it’s only fair to discuss the logistics of how this is going to work out.
Ifit works out. I’m not entirely convinced yet.
Mitch centers himself with us; the sadistic smirk on his face tells me all I need to know about how much he’s enjoying this.
“As you know, I've been inside both of you," Mitch says as if he’s stating a matter of fact.
