His jaw flexes. I watch the wheels turn in his head. He doesn't like that idea very much, but aside from not wanting to fight with me on this,monogamousandpossessivearen't really Dax's nature. And he's worked too hard to construct his persona just to watch it unravel now.
He knows it would make him weak. That's the last thing either of us would ever want to be.
"I don't think it'll work," he says, chuckling like he thinks it's a joke, but we both know I'm dead fucking serious. "She really fucking hates your ass."
"I don't know; I got pretty close the other night."
"What do you mean? How close?"
"What does it matter? You just said you wouldn't mind sharing her. You're not in love with her or something, are you?"
He scoffs before scratching the back of his neck. "No, but Nolan and I are very much enjoying our time with little sis. You're like a brother to me; I said I didn't mind sharing, but I didn't say you could have her. That's being a little greedy, isn't it? Especially when we all helped get rid of that body—which benefitted both of you—and you said she would be ours."
Shit. I know his tells, and he's fuckinglying. He thinks he loves Saige, but she's always,alwaysbeen mine. How do I make him fucking realize that?
The shower turns off, and I prepare to lower my voice, watching for the door to open, but then Saige turns on her hair dryer. Shrugging, I say, "I guess that will be up to her then, huh?"
His posture relaxes, his bouncing leg stills. If it's up to her, he's not so worried about it. He thinks he has her, and maybe he does. "Yeah, that's fair."
"Cool. I'm going to grab another beer. Do you want one?"
"Sure."
Dax and I didn't talk about Saige for the rest of the night. We watched the rest of the game, talked shit when our team lost, and went to bed.
Everything is as aired out as it's going to be. I'm confident we won't have to do this again. He doesn't want her anyway—not really. Not like I do. She doesn't fit in his world, and he knows it. She'd tear it all down, including his carefully constructed persona, and then he'd hate her for it.
I lie awake, staring up at the ceiling, but I can't sleep knowing she's right downstairs, likely sleeping with a desk in front of the door to keep me out.
I've already jacked off.
I need to get her alone with me again. Just a few times—that's all it should take. I'll be on my best fucking behavior until she takes her clothes off.
That's when I come up with an idea.
I get dressed, load my hockey gear into the car, and head down to her room. I'm prepared to find the door pathetically barricaded again, but it isn't. Opening it, I find Saige stretched out on her side with one leg hitched over a pillow and the covers pushed down to her knees. She fell asleep without turning off the television, and there's a late-night show on now. I move to her side of the bed to wake her.
She's wearing a loose green silk tank top and a pair of matching shorts, but the way she's lying now…
One strap slipped from her shoulder, exposing her tits. My mouth waters and my dick swells while I watch her, inhaling and exhaling, so fucking peaceful, and so fucking helpless.
I wonder if she'd sleep through it if I fucked my fist and came all over them right now. I wonder how long it would take for her to wake up if I slipped her shorts off and slid my dick intoher. I mean, it's almost like she wants me to. She didn't block the door, and she's just lying here, like this.
And green is my favorite color.
My eyes roam over the rest of her body—the bruises on her wrists and her hips, down past her waist to her thighs…and then between her thighs.Fuck.She isn't wearing any underwear, and I can see her pussy lips.
She looks so fucking tight…I'm going to rip her in half.
Despite my aching, throbbing cock, I pull the blankets over her, silently berating myself for it, and then kneel beside the bed.
"Saige?" I say, shaking her awake. "Saige, wake up."
"Hmmm?" Her voice is muffled from sleep, her eyes barely open. She must think I'm one of them, because she reaches for me, her hand caressing my cheek before she realizes her mistake and jumps back.
It must have been the scruffy face that gave it away. Too bad; it felt good.
"Get out!"
