“The hell there isn’t.” Andre stepped closer, crowding Jace against the counter until he was so close, his body heat radiated onto Jace’s bare chest. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re fucking falling for her! Falling for someone else’s woman, Jace. Are you that much of a masochist?”
Jace groaned. “Calm the hell down. I’m not falling for her, okay? I used to love her. The possessiveness is just hard to shake.”
Andre put a hand on Jace’s shoulder and pinned him with his gaze. “Well, I’m about to help you shake it real fast because if you keep acting like this, I will lock that door and fuck her alone. She doesn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of some stupid tug-of-war.”
Jace clenched his fists, the thought of being cut out of the picture making him want to break stuff. But he knew Andre was right about it not being fair to Evan. “Whatever.”
“I know you don’t want that. And neither do I.” Andre moved even closer and his hand went to the nape of Jace’s neck. The firm grip and his nearness had Jace’s heart picking up speed. He sensed some shift in his friend, and the change knocked Jace a bit off balance. The effect wasn’t entirely unpleasant. “But since you can’t seem to adjust your attitude on your own, the only way I’m letting you in that room with us is if you give me all the power. You need to see that you’re nothing special to her. She’ll give herself to me just like she did you. She’s here for the fantasy. That. Is. All.”
Jace’s jaw flexed. “I’m already letting you lead.”
Andre gave him a smug smile. “No, Jace. All the power. I know you had to bottom when you trained, so I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how to take an order.”
“What?” Jace’s jaw went slack. “You want me to fucking sub for you?”
“I think the only way to get it through your hard head that Evan isn’t yours is to give up complete control. To me.” With his other hand, he reached down and cupped Jace, smirking when Jace hardened beneath his touch. “Trust that I’ll make sure everyone has a good time, and we’ll solve this little possessiveness problem you’re having in the process.”Author: Roni Loren
Despite the shock of the suggestion, Jace shivered with pleasure at the touch, his hands gripping the counter behind him as Andre stroked the length of him through his pants. He had no idea what had come over Andre—they’d never touched like this outside of a scene, and Andre had certainly never challenged him for dominance, but he could tell the guy was dead serious.
“I don’t take orders from anyone,” Jace said though gritted teeth.
“You will from me if you want in that bedroom. Otherwise, you can stay out here and take care of this hard-on by yourself.”
Jace tilted his head back, the simple stimulation doing more to him than it should. “Screw you, Andre. I’m not here to feed your let’s-humiliate-Jace fantasies.”
Andre stepped back—the disgust clear on his face—and his hand dropped to his side, leaving Jace hard and sweating. “Yeah, ’cause that’s what I do, right—humiliate subs?”
Jace cringed. “No, I—”
“You know, one day you’re going to figure out that not everyone is out to tear you down. I’m trying to fucking help you not make the same mistake again.” Andre turned his back to him to head toward the bedroom. “Enjoy your morning, asshole.”
Jace squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get a hold of the funnel cloud of conflicting emotions and desires whirling through him. He hadn’t meant to insult Andre, but he’d never given control over to anyone. Even in training, the domme in charge of his submissive experience had accused him of trying to top her from the bottom. Anytime someone tried to direct him, he just wanted to lash out. His father’s talent for humiliation had left him with more than just a bitter taste for authority.
But was he really going to stand by and listen to Andre and Evan screw while he sat out here like an idiot, nursing his pride?
“Wait.”
Andre looked back over his shoulder, his annoyance obvious. “Talk fast, Austin. I’ve got a beautiful woman bound and waiting for me.”
“I’ll sub for you.”
Andre’s jaw ticked slightly, but his eyes remained hard. “Try to top me and I’ll kick you out.”
Jace inhaled a deep breath through his nose, fighting the urge to tell Andre to fuck off. If Jace wanted his problem solved with Evan, this probably was a surefire way of doing it. “Fine.”
“Good.” Andre’s gaze tracked over him like a beast sizing up its prey. “Now give me your wrists and shut your fucking mouth.”
SIXTEEN
Evan flexed her wrists against the leather cuffs binding her arms together in front of her, unintentionally jangling the chain that attached the cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. Andre had left her standing there in front of the bed, her legs spread with a metal bar linking her two ankles, and had given her no further instructions.
She had no idea how long they planned to leave her like this, but all she knew was the longer she stood there, the wetter and more desperate she got. Never had she imagined being so deeply attracted to two different men at the same time, but she was discovering all kinds of secrets about herself this weekend. Including the fact that this whole bound and submissive thing was working for her on a number of levels. Time would only tell if all this self-discovery was a good or bad thing. Some switches may have been better left unflipped.
The door squeaked and she looked up, a gasp escaping as soon as she saw the state of the two men. Andre had his hand around the back of Jace’s neck, leading him in, and Jace’s wrists were bound behind his head, his fingers laced against the back of his scalp. The muscles in Jace’s chest and arms were on full display in that position, the tribal-style tattoos on his bicep like rippling works of art. Evan’s throat went dry at the beauty of him. “Oh, my God.”
Jace’s gaze met hers and then roamed down the rest of her body. “I could say the same to you, sunshine.”
“What’s going on?” she asked.