Chapter Twenty-One
Sean
A whimper.
That’s what woke me.A small, broken sound that sparked me awake.
I kept my eyes closed, because years of waking up in strange beds had taught me to figure out where I was before I moved.Only this time, there was no guessing.I knew exactly where I was.
In bed with a beautiful woman I liked, and a brooding man I was already half in love with.
The shots I’d downed before knocking on the hotel door hadn’t dulled the memory of what we’d done.And I was afraid nothing ever would.
The unmistakable wet rhythm of Dylan’s fingers working between Chantel’s legs filled the room.I rolled my head toward them and cracked one eye open to watch.
Even in the low light, they were breathtaking.The outline of his gorgeous body curled around her, his mouth at her neck, her body strung tight in his grasp.
And there I was, right beside them, pretending to be asleep like a fucking pervert.
She was close.He knew it.And he wasn’t letting up.
I raised up on one elbow to get the full view.“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Dylan’s mouth quirked.The bastard knew I’d been watching, and fucking liked it.
He really did like causing me pain.
He bit down on the back of her neck, and she came with a muffled sob, her release shooting out around his fingers, drenching her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
I smoothed my hand down Dylan’s arm, to where his fingers were still buried inside her.“I can’t believe the two of you started without me again.”
“Quit complaining.”He ran his mouth over her neck and shoulder.
“Are you kidding?”I laughed.“I’ll happily play dead over here if I get to watch you make her squirt again.”
His gaze shot to mine.Then he was shifting toward me, pulling his fingers away from her and bringing them to my mouth.
I opened without hesitation.The taste of her flooded my tongue and I closed my eyes, hoping like hell he couldn’t read how desperate I was for his attention.
“Good boy.”
Two words.And my chest cracked wide open.
His hand closed around my throat, holding me in place as he kissed me hard and dirty.I gripped his arm and held on.
When he pulled back, I almost cried out in protest.
Instead, I collapsed, breathing hard and watching as he turned and kissed Chantel.Slow and fucking tender.Like she was someone he treasured.
And there it was.The awful twist I’d been ignoring all night.
He’d already fallen for her.She was falling for him.And I was the third wheel they’d been good enough to bring along for the ride.
That fucking hurt.More than all the other hurts before it.
Not that I’d ever admit it.
He turned back toward me.“On your knees.Now.”
