That’s how I looked that night with Cameron and Brennan in the orchard. Their hands in my hair, gripping my neck, shoving themselves down my throat. Fire swarms in my lower belly, imagining it.
The woman bats her lashes at Colten, flinching as he reaches down, pinching her nipples.
I try to swallow, but my dehydrated throat is making my tongue feel like sandpaper. The water from my strands of hair trapped under the towel around me drips down my rib cage, the cool droplets doing nothing to chill my burning temperature.
I’m unable to understand why she enjoys being treated like that. But I can’t get the night with the twins out of my head, so maybe there’s a twisted part of me that finds pleasure in feeling helpless, too.
His hold on the belt becomes more forceful when he hauls her to her feet. Colten faces me now as he backs her into thewindow. She’s nearly touching the glass, but then he shocks me when he grips her hips and flips her around to face me.
My panic meter is teetering on extreme.
Back away from the window, Taryn.
He turns her face, pressing his solid frame against hers, so her cheek and breasts are plastered to the window like she’s one of those gooey holiday stickers I used to put on the window in my classroom. He arches her ass up in the air, sliding his hand between her thighs as a shock wave of tingles sparks between mine. As if he senses my presence, his head tilts upward, his gaze capturing me hostage.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Colten’s stare incapacitates every part of my body, but even acknowledging my presence doesn’t stop him. His fingers drift between her thighs, back and forth. The tremble that racks through my body is catastrophic, and somehow, I think he senses it by the cunning smirk transforming his mouth.
Colten knew I was here the whole time. He purposefully left the curtains open, knowing I’d be watching from the attic like a ghost.
He removes his hand, using the same one to grip his cock as he tears a package with his teeth, slipping on a condom. Pushing his hips forward, he thrusts inside her, smacking his palm flat on the window for stability. I swear the vibration of the glass shudders through the yard, through the bones of the house, and straight to my clit.
He throws his head back again while shoving hers more aggressively into the glass as he drives into her ruthlessly.
Two can play this game.
A spark of courage shocks me, my trembling fingers dipping to where the towel is tucked, securing it around me. Plucking at the white cloth, I let it cascade down my body like water, turning it into a puddle at my feet. I see the reflection of my naked bodyin the mirror, my rosy nipples hard from the air conditioning traveling across my skin.
I shavedeverythingin the shower tonight because I never know when the next punishment will be in store. He can’t see the lower half of my body, but it’s still exciting and nerve-racking to let myself confidently have this moment.
It takes only a second for his eyes to find me again, exposed behind the window. His entire body goes rigid, solidifying whatever glimmer of boldness is bubbling in my veins.
I’m the one smirking now, and it feels good—freeing.
I could play a little more. Push it further. See how he likes to be toyed with.
Gliding my fingertips over my collarbone, I reminisce about how Brennan touched me. They slide down my chest, and I fondle my breasts, letting a whimper escape my throat that sounds thunderous in the silent void of my room.
My eyes focus on his sternum; the subtle hint of his chest rising and falling from this far away is mesmerizing. He’s breathing harder than he was before. I’m making him breathless, and that authority goes straight to my stubborn head. It’s time to push him a little further. He deserves every bit of torture for what he’s put me through.
Holding up my middle and ring fingers, they hover in front of my lips.
Colten slowly shakes his head in warning.
I nod, saying yes.
He crashes his palm against the window so hard that I’m surprised he doesn’t shatter the glass. He’s giving me a glare that could kill me, but he can’t touch me.
I’m untouchable. At least right now.
I chuckle, feeling lighter than I have in days.
Slipping my fingers in my mouth, I swirl my tongue to wet them. His thrusting movements slow as he watches me. I removethem, place them on my stomach, and leisurely slide them down my clammy and heated skin, not letting my eyes stray from his.
He shakes his head, telling menoagain, but I don’t listen.
My fingers slip between my soaked seam, and my mouth falls open, releasing a moan that causes Colten’s body to constrict and jerk instantly. He strikes the glass angrily with his fist a few times before he pulls out, gripping the condom hastily and tossing it carelessly to the side before he climaxes all over the woman’s back.
