She saidourgolden boy, Jesus fuck.
“I’m going to come,” I dug my nails into her hips, pulling her tighter against me. “Rhea! Make me come for you.”
“That’s it, sugar. Come while I talk about him. Come for me while you think about Tanner.” She mewled a needy noise and then tipped her head back, shattering for me as she tried to use her words to tease me. But I saw it for what it was, she was feeding off it too. She was thinking about him too.
“God,” I came with a silent scream on my lips as she watched me, crashing into bliss and following me there. I stared at her as she tipped her head back again, rising up and rocking faster as she orgasmed and then slowed until she hovered over me, panting.
Using her distraction, I flipped us over until her back was on the bed and I pinned both of her legs against her chest. Thankfully, she was sated and relaxed, or I would have had afight on my hands against her strength, I was sure of it. But she let me take control, and her eyes burned back at me with desire as I straddled her bent legs and used her calves for support as I started rubbing against her again.
“Tell me the truth,” I demanded as her eyes rolled and her lips parted from how good it felt. “Were you thinking about Tanner when you came?”
“Goldie.” She whispered, eyes wide as I pressed her knees into her chest further, putting more pressure against her clit with mine as I rocked. “Fuck.”
“Tell me.” I repeated, swallowing down my own desire and need to moan as pleasure shot through my body from how fucking good this position felt. “Please, tell me the truth.”
“Why?” She licked her lips and wrapped her arms around her thighs, holding her legs against her chest so I had better access, and a throaty groan slipped through her lips. We were both soaked, our bodies gliding against each other with silky perfection, and I knew I was going to come again any moment. But I wanted the truth first.
“Because I think you were. I think you want him, but you won’t admit it.” I replied. “Or maybe it’s just the fun of the chase and the game against him,” I gasped, digging my nails into her ankles as I fought not to come. “I don’t know, but I want the truth. I want to come, like this, with you, knowing if your body is reacting to mine alone, or if he’s on your mind too.”
“I’m with you,” She stated, like that was any answer at all. “I’m here. With you, Goldie.”
I knew she was going to fight me with the answer, because deep down, I knew it in my gut already. I knew the truth. I just desperately wanted her to admit it to herself.
Not a lie, but not the truth either. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hold it against her at the moment, my form of torture was taking a toll on me. “God, Rhea.” I panted, giving in to the pleasure andcoming in sync with her as her desperate cry echoed through the room. “That’s it, that’s so damn good, baby.”
I collapsed onto the bed next to her, gasping for breath and peeking at her from the corner of my eye.
Would she be mad at me for trying to get it out of her? Was I completely wrong in the end either way?
“Come here,” she said, pulling me into her until we lay face to face, limbs wrapped around each other as we came down off the high. A long, silent pause stretched between us as we both relaxed into the comforts of my fluffy bedding and our safe arms, when finally she spoke again. “It’s not just the fun of the chase and the game against him.” She said her voice was low and gentle. But I could almost hear everything she was holding back as she fought to find her words. “I would never get off on treating you like a game. I just don’t know how to describe what it actually is to you without sounding like a catty, jealous bitch.”
“Can you try?” I whispered, kissing her jaw as she sighed, “Because even if you think you’ll sound like a jealous bitch, I think it will help me understand the dynamic between you two a little more. And I don’t think I would ever use those words to describe you anyway, not if they’re your honest feelings.”
She scoffed lightly, closing her eyes and snuggling into me more. With her eyes still shut, she whispered. “I don’t hate him. I never have. But there’s always been this feeling of—” She trailed off again. “Almost as if he’s better than me. Too good for me.”
“He acts that way?” I asked, confused, because that didn’t sound like Tanner at all.
“No,” she grumbled, almost as if she were embarrassed by it. “To be honest, Tanner Brooks is one of the nicest men I’ve ever met.”
When she didn’t say anything else after that, I chuckled softly, and then another giggle bubbled up, and she peeked one eye open to glare at me.
“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” I surmised.
“Yes.” She groaned and closed her eyes again. “He doesn’t treat me like one of the guys, which I guess I’m not. Hell, he doesn’t even treat me like a woman either, he always just treats me indifferently. Now that I’m getting to know him, I see it for what it is. He’s just nice and didn’t want to offend me one way or another. But before—I thought he was a dick.”
I wiggled in her arms until I could lean back to look at her. “Because he didn’t flirt with you or ball-bust like he does with the guys.”
She groaned again and rolled over onto her back, flinging an arm over her eyes in a huff. “This all sounds more absurd the more I talk.”
I smiled, following her until I leaned over her body, resting on my elbow. Gently, I ran my fingertips over her toned stomach and chose my next words very, very carefully.
“What would you have done if he had joked around with you like one of the guys?” I asked, gently prodding her to deepen the connection between us. To let me in.
“Made jokes about his dick size.” She said bluntly, and I cackled, getting a glare from one peeking eye of hers before she covered it again. “It’s just what we do.”
“Okay,” I trailed my fingers over each rib bone below her breasts, distracting her as I asked an even harder question. “And what would you have done if he’d flirted with you instead?”
One breath.
