“If he tries anything else, I’ll handle it.”
“No,” I cut in. “If that piece of shit tries anything else,I’llhandle it.”
She peers up with a weak smile but doesn’t speak.
Seth’s been on my radar since I first laid eyes on him. And the fact that Scar’s noticed him eyeing Blue for herself, I feel validated. Sure, I’m a jealous asshole who turns into a caveman when it comes to my wife, but with him, my frustration is completely warranted.
I hate that Seth’s clouding my mind while I’m holding Blue. These moments are so few and far between these days, I want to savor it, commit it to memory because I don’t know when I’ll get the chance again.
My chest tightens. I’m over this—being apart, not knowing if it’s okay to touch and hold her when I want to. But I can’t focus on that.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into her hair, tilting her head back to kiss her forehead.
She breathes deep, her blue stare moving down my face, stopping at my lips. I’m taking in air at twice the normal rate, because I can’t be trusted around this girl.
Never could be.
But I messed things up so badly last time, I can’t let it happen again. I can’t let her think I think sex will fix us.
Can’t let her think that’s all that’s left of us.
But she sits straighter, placing both her hands against my chest, and then… she kissesme.
Her lips are soft and hot against mine, then her tongue pushes into my mouth so fucking slow.
And just like that, I’m hard as a brick, feeling my dick pulse against my zipper. She moves down to my neck, sucking my throat as my heart races.
I didn’t come here for this, and I need her to know that, so I place a hand on her shoulder, forcing space between us. She stares, and I’m not sure how I had the strength to stop her, but that’s how deep the need runs.
The need for this woman to know that, as much as I love her fucking body… her heart will always be the most important thing.
“I should go. I know you need space, and—”
“Does this feel like I want space right now?” The question comes as she pushes me back onto the couch, lifting my shirt to kiss her way down my chest and stomach. Then, when she reaches my belt and unbuckles it, my head falls back. The sound of my zipper lowering fills the air, and I stare at the ceiling, letting out the deepest breath I’ve ever released as she angles my dick toward her mouth and sucks me in.
Hot.
Wet.
How the fuck did we even get here?
I was so pissed the entire drive over. Now, she’s got my senses completely scrambled as she sucks the tip of my cock soft, pausing every so often to twist her tongue around it. I’ve been so in my head, I haven’t even bothered jacking off, so it’s no wonder I’m already so close to coming.
But I need more of her.
“Come here.”
She peers up with my cock in her mouth, locked tight between her pretty, glossed lips. My tip leaves her mouth with a soft pop when she stands, and I sit up just enough to ease her panties down her hips. When I pull her close, she lets me turn her and guide her until the softness of her thighs warm both sides of my face. She falls forward to lay flat on my torso, pressing her breasts into my stomach.
I’m anxious to taste her, and a soft whimper leaves her when I part her pussy with my tongue, pushing it deep, letting her leak down my tastebuds.
My eyes fall closed to the sound of her whispering my name before she warms my dick inside her mouth again. I brace her hip to hold her in place as I drop one of my legs off the cushion. Tension spreads down my torso and it builds when she grips the base of my cock and sucks harder.
I lap her clit with my tongue, and she squirms.
I love that shit.
I’m always possessive over her but today feels different. It feels like I’ve got something to prove, a need to mark my territory. Seeing another man’s hands on her struck a nerve. She’s been mine for so long, the idea of her being with someone else kills me.
