“Why do you limp?” I ask as I toss him a dry shirt.
Jamie grabs the shirt and removes the wet one. Selena’s eyes land on him again, watching his movements. She’s not looking at him like she wants him. She’s looking at him as if she’s curious about him.
“Military,” he says.
I’m not sure I believe him. There’s something not wholly trustworthy in his eyes. Or maybe I just don’t like Selena’s eyes on another man. “You can sleep in that bedroom back there.”
He takes a few steps toward the room. I clear my throat, and he stops.
“I have a couple rules.”
“Anything, man. What’s up?”
“Don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you.” I tug Selena into me. “Don’t even let her cross your mind. If you eventhinkabout her, I’ll kill you. Do we have an understanding?”
The man nods and turns toward the bedroom. I know he’s been at this for a while because he shows little emotion upon hearing my threat. When someone threatens to kill you, your natural instinct is to escape the situation—even Selena responded that way at first—but he’s worn down that instinct until it’s too dull to react. He just went to the room as if I never said anything at all.
The door closes, and I turn my attention to Selena. “He sure has your attention,” I say as I turn toward her and raise her chin.
“Are you jealous, Ben?” she asks, a smirk crossing her sweet face.
I’m not jealous. I’m possessive. Seeing his eyes on her makes me want to go in there and kill him while he sleeps.
“Mind your eyes, little rabbit. I’d hate to see someone killed because you couldn’t,” I snarl. “Eyes on me, always.”
“My eyes are only for you, Lexington,” she says with a pout.
I growl and lift her up, wrapping her legs around me. Our clothes are damp, but it cools my skin after it heated up from hearing her say my name. She doesnotwant Lexington to come out to play with another man in the house. But she says it again, through a moan as she drops her head back and gives me access to her throat. I bite into her and walk forward until her back hits the wall. I put her down so I can lower her jeans. She slips off her wet shoes and kicks her pants away. I lift her again and kiss her as I work down my jeans and pull my cock out.
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you bent over in front of that clerk. I love how he wanted you.” That’s Lexington coming out to play. The same side of me who wanted to see Selena fucked by her piece of shit husband. Lexington loves her, but not like I do. Not in the same way.Idon’t want to see that shit, but Iknowthat nagging thought in the back of my mind is from him.
I lay my cock against her pussy. She’s still coated in her come, so slick and wet for me. I pull my hips back and push inside her. Her arms wrap around my neck as I thrust deeply, and the warmth of her recently pleasured pussy makes me groan. I lean into her and kiss her as I thrust upward, grinding her back into the wooden wall. She whimpers against my lips. When I go to bite her neck, my eyes catch on a shadow in the darkened doorway.
Jamie.
I can’t see his eyes, but I know he’s staring. How could he not? Instead of getting angry at him, I take it out on her cunt. I stare at the shadowy figure and rub my hand up the back of her thigh, lifting her leg and gripping her ass. Lexington loves that he’s staring at us, and that’s the winning feeling as I thrust deeper into her, taking the frustration out on her pussy. The picture frames on the wall above her head rattle with every ounce of the strength I push into her.
The good part of me fights for control. Lexington wants him to watch, wants him to come over here and bury his face in her pussy, but the other side of me recoils at the thought. I told him not to think about her, but how could he think of anything else as he sees the pleasure coursing through her body with every thrust?
“You feel sofuckinggood, rabbit,” I growl. She goes to turn her head, but I reach up and keep her eyes on me. Her intense gaze brings me close too quickly. It doesn’t help that I’ve been turned on for the last two hours. “I’m going to come,” I tell her. Lexington doesn’t give a shit if Selena comes, but the silky cream of her earlier orgasm still coats her pussy.
I pull out of her and put her on her feet. Only once I put her down does she realize Jamie has been watching us. She reaches for her jeans, her mouth gaped in panic, but I grab her arm and keep her from covering herself. Her eyes roll up to mine, and she looks at me like she did back in the kitchen of her old home.
“Lex,” she says, slow and cautious, like the prey animal she is.
“Don’t just stand there. I know you’re watching, and I know what you want,” I tell Jamie as I take a step back.
“He doesn’t—”
“Now, hitchhiker. Get over here.” I raise my voice. From the look in Selena’s eyes, I know she fears what’s about to happen. Will Lexington ask him to fuck her? Will Lex kill him for looking at what belongs to him?
Maybe both.
Jamie walks over, his eyes darting between us. I grab his shoulder and turn him to face Selena, but she won’t look at him.
Good fucking girl.
“I told you not to think about what belongs to me, yet I saw you watching us from the doorway. I know you thought about what it would feel like to sink inside her. Didn’t you?”