Before my back can brace the headboard—or my head can work through half the confusion bombarding me—Dexter hooks my ankle and drags me down the mattress. The brunette startles as much as I do when my naked breast grazes her forearm.
“Holy Mary, Mother of Joseph!” she squeals in fright before darting off the bed.
Unlike me, Dexter lets her escape. He’s too busy biting behind my knee to voice an opinion on her abrupt exit. From the way the brunette squirms on the spot, you’d swear she was the one enduring the bite, lick, suck routine Dexter is doing to my skin. His bite is painful, but with each one bringing him closer to my throbbing sex, I’ll happily accept the tenderness.
A grunt of frustration rolls up my chest when he floats past an area weeping with want. He chuckles against my skin, the flutters of his breath on my stomach doubling my heightened state.
When the brunette’s eyes collide with mine for the quickest second, I nudge my head to the door, giving her marching orders. She ignores me, too mesmerized by the image of Dexter’s tongue circling my nipple to move.
I can’t blame her. The feeling of him suckling my hardened bud is more phenomenal than anything I’ve ever felt. Even being scrutinized by the watchful eyes of the brunette doesn’t dampen my excitement. The fire brewing low in my gut intensifies with every graze of Dexter’s teeth and marvelous swirl of his tongue.
After devouring my left nipple with as much eagerness as he bestowed on my right, Dexter raises his eyes to mine. They are even glassier up close. They aren’t the usual bloodshot eyes you expect a drunk man to have. They are hazier. Unhinged. Devastatingly beautiful.
The intensity in his eyes overwhelms me when he brings them to within an inch of my face. He rests his forehead against mine, our breathing intimately shared. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares endlessly, frying my brain more effectively than the pills he removed from my stomach earlier.
I want to say something. I want to express the crazy sensation annihilating any thoughts that don’t include him, but no matter how hard I fight my lips to move, not a sound escapes them.
Regrettably, the brunette doesn’t suffer the same fate as me. “Oh,” she purrs, breaking an intimate connection that shouldn’t be broken by a third party. “When you said you wanted to play a game, I didn’t realize you meant this.”
Her eyes rake over our practically conjoined bodies, only stopping when she reaches Dexter’s jeans, which are huddled around his ankles. “I like her, Dex. She’srealpretty.”
My eyes snap to the unnamed female. Her shortening of Dexter’s name annoys the shit out of me, but not as much as her sneaky steps toward our bed. One, she isnotDexter’s friend, so she has no right to give him cute little nicknames. And two, my inability to share was one of the reasons I was expelled from school—that and the fact I set a girl’s hair on fire.
When the dark-haired lady rakes her nails across the muscles in Dexter’s back, I smack her in the hip with my foot. She laughs, assuming I’m being funny. I’m not. If Dexter’s naked body wasn’t weighing down my limbs, I’d remove her from my room with one of the many wicked thoughts streaming through my head.She won’t be laughing then.
Her teeth rake her lower lip as she connects her eyes with mine. Her stare fills me with anger. I know the look she is giving me. I know the ghastly ideas tainting her mind. They make me want to slit her throat.
With a smile of a woman unworried about her safety, her hands continue their exploration of Dexter’s body. She drags them up his splayed thighs before dipping them ever so slightly when she reaches his backside.
I hiss at her in warning. She stupidly ignores me. It is a bad move on her behalf. The last woman who ignored me ended up with thirteen stitches in her scalp.
“Hey, Dex?” She sounds like a whiny child disappointed she lost her favorite toy. “Are you going to share?”
Dexter smiles an evil grin. . . or is it an angry one? I haven’t learned all his smiles yet, so I can’t be sure. “Sorry. Can’t. This one needs to stay pure.” His last sentence is delivered via a growl. “If she didn’t, I’d already be inside her.”
Before I can seek further clarification, Dexter rolls off me. Now I want to kill everything and everyone.
I haven’t worked through one tenth of my anger when the brunette murmurs, “What if I promise to be gentle? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetie?” The sheer dishonesty in her tone secures my utmost attention. I don’t know this lady, but I do know she is a liar. “I’ll fuck you nice and gentle while Dex fucks me hard and fast. How does that sound to you?”
I growl at her, baring teeth. Ignorant of the fury reddening my cheeks, she scrapes her nails up my thigh. My leg instinctively kicks out, partly in anger, partly due to natural reflexes.
A pained groan rolls up her chest when my foot smacks into her nose. My hit wasn’t an accident, but that’s the defense I take when she roars, “What the fuck?! Do you have any idea how much my nose cost?”
She glares at me over her pencil-thin nose that isn’t as pretty as it was moments ago. Fury ignites in her slit gaze when she spots the curl of my lips. “You did that on purpose.”
Angered by my half-hearted shrug, she takes a page from Dexter’s book by gripping my ankle and dragging me down the bed. “I’ll show you what I think of stuck-up bitches!”
Her clutch on my leg barely budges me an inch. . .
My foot, on the other hand, it has perfect aim.
“Argh!” she screams in a grunt when my kick to her chest sends her sailing across the room.
She lands on the ground with a thud, her angry roar barely heard over Dexter’s chuckle. He appears entertained by the show, as if this was his plan all along.
Dexter’s laughter doesn’t linger for long. The brunette’s angry shout nips it in the bud quickly. “You stupid bitch! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“What did you call her?!” Dexter yells, his furious tone launching my heart into my throat.
