That’s something I’m used to with him, but I’m entirely more vulnerable than usual in this state and I can’t help but feel disappointed. My heart skips a beat, fearful of pushing him away or him saying something that will end up breaking me.
Even though I think he wants it, I won’t push it. The look of dread and fear blanket his face and as I glance over at Majorand Abby fucking in pure bliss against our truck, I want nothing more than to keep it that way.
So I sit back on my heels and continue to stroke myself like his rejection isn’t killing me inside. I’m fighting against my usual take-charge instincts because maybe Abby is our middle ground and the only way I’ll ever get to have Wade is if she’s with us. I would be fine with that but all thewhat if’sflash through my mind and now I’m terrified that what we’ve done today has ruined everything between us and he’ll want nothing to do with me after she leaves.
CHAPTER 28
JUST TAKE THE FUCKING STEP
WADE
Istare at Jasper, wanting so badly to walk over to him, place myself in front of him like an unmovable statue, and let him do exactly what Abby wants.
But I have no idea what it means for us if I do. And more importantly, what happens after this. I know exactly what my body wants as it thrums with need, something that I haven’t felt in…well, ever. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this turned on, this desperate for someone, or someones, in this case.
I want Jasper just as much as I want Abby, and having Major in the mix is a security blanket I think we all need. I just hate admitting all of that.
So, I stay back, watching the man I’ve been lusting over stroke himself, begging my rooted feet to take a step toward him.
My pulse beats heavily in my neck as my breath quickens. It rises with the sound of Abby’s moaning as Major whispers in her ear. I can’t hear everything he’s saying but based on her groans and whimpers, he’s dirty talking her into the next universe, telling her exactly what she does to him.
God, she’s fucking stunning. The muscles in her thick legs flex with each thrust as she grips tighter around his waist. Major’s back muscles flex each time he pulls back using more of his upper body to hold her against the truck and the two of them together is otherworldly.
Somehow her petite frame fits perfectly within his large one and it makes me wonder how Jasper and I would look together. The thought stirs my cock back to life and my foot slides a millimeter in Jasper's direction.
I can do this.
I want him.
I want him so fucking bad.
My foot pivots, but just as I talk myself into taking a step toward him, Major growls into Abby’s neck as he comes. Abby’s arms wrap around his back, her fingers clench around his skin and her nails dig into the sensitive flesh as she screams through her own orgasm.
Fuck.
I never thought I’d enjoy watching a woman I’m with get railed by my co-workers but here I am, cock-at-the-ready, hoping this isn’t the last time because I’m secretly begging for more.
“Come on, princess. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Major steps back from the truck as he carries Abby down the hallway toward the bathroom.
I glance over at Jasper, silently begging him with my eyes to disregard any choice I have and take my cock in his mouth, sucking until I come down his throat. Do what he normally does and be persistent—push all my buttons—because this time, I want him to force me to give in to him.
But Jasper doesn’t look in my direction, his eyes don’t even blink my way as he gets up. He remains silent as he grabs a straytowel covering himself up, then walks down the hallway and disappears from sight.
CHAPTER 29
AREN’T WE ALL VOYEURS IN SOME WAY
MAJOR
“How are you feeling?” I ask cooly, even though it feels like a Looney Toon character wants to skydive out of my body.
I watch the suds dribble down her skin as the steam bellows around us. I was going to wait to ask that after I was done washing her off but my usual patience is non-existent after everything that just happened.
“Good,” she says with a light chuckle, “surprisingly really good. I’ve never done anything like that before, so I think I’m still taking it all in.”
“Neither have I,” I reply, as I lather more soap in my hands and rub them over her shoulders.
She spins around, granting me a questioning look that forces me to pause and I gaze into her gorgeous brown eyes. She pulled her curtain of hair into a messy bun that sits on top of her head, except for the few rebel strands that outline her cheeks.
