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Callum
She shouldn’t have been here.
She wasn’t like us. A good girl like Wren didn’t belong in a place like this, full of depravity.
Adam wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t good either. He covered that up with his bright, big smile and easy manner, but there was darkness in him he hadn’t exorcised.
I didn’t know if I was better or worse. I’d accepted I wasn’t normal a long time ago. Years and years. I made bad decisions, but not rash ones. No, my badness was calculated.
Wren wasn’t like us. She might have thought she could dance on the dark side tonight, but this wasn’t for her. No matter how good she looked cradled in Adam’s lap, her soft, round, petite body in perfect contrast to his long limbs and taut muscles.
Wren had surprised me by seeking me out each time she became uncomfortable. Not Adam. Me. She didn’t seem to like me. Could barely look at me. Yet her instincts pushed her in my direction for protection. Assurance. Comfort. I was the last person anyone would think to seek those things from, but for Wren, I was the first.
And now, she was on Adam’s lap, and my friend looked like a king. A cat king who’d eaten a hundred canaries. Touching her, whispering secrets in her pretty ears—and she couldn’t rip her damn owl eyes off me.
The slithering snake deep inside me had transformed into something out of Greek myths. A chimera. My serpent had a lion’s head, and it was roaring and clawing as Adam leaned down to touch his mouth to Wren’s.
I liked to watch. More than liked, I got off on it. Tonight was different, though. There was no pleasure in watching Adam with Wren. The feeling it gave me was ugly and visceral. My gut knotted with fury at the irrational yet undeniable feeling he was stealing from me.
Mine.
I was on my feet the moment his mouth met hers. Her hands were in mine before she had a chance to respond to his kiss. She was straddling my lap by the time Adam had registered she was gone.
I hadn’t known I was going to move. Hadn’t known I was going to do any of it. But now that Wren was in my arms, I wasn’t giving her back.
“What the fuck?” Adam hissed from behind her. “What are you doing?”
Wren’s hands landed on my shoulders to stabilize herself, but I had a vise grip on her. She wasn’t going anywhere until I allowed it.
“Whatareyou doing?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I think you look better over here.” I pressed on her hips. Her legs split even wider, her center molding to my steely erection. The hem of her dress rode up to the tops of her thighs, and I tugged it down, covering her from view, but not before I saw a flash of red lace.
My attention flicked to Adam. His mouth had fallen open. His eyes were scanning my hold on Wren. He appeared more perplexed than angry.
“I want this one.”
His gaze jerked to mine. “What?”
I moved Wren’s hips in short rocks. “I want her,” I replied.
He wanted more of an explanation, but it was that simple. I’d never once wanted any of the women he’d fucked in front of me. I’d never touched them or even spoken to them. If I offered direction, I only spoke to him. This…this was new. Out of character. His brow pinched with what seemed like dawning understanding of the gravity of my move.
“Do you want to stay here?” I asked her. “In my lap?”
Her mouth fell open, and a little pant escaped. She was rocking her own hips now, just enough for us to feel each other.
“I—” She blinked. One of her hands drifted to my jaw. The tips of her fingers trailed over my scruff. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t want to leave.” I should have formed that as a question, but I didn’t want to give her another chance to deny me.
Wren smelled good. Better than I ever would have thought. Like green apples and fresh water and the summer sun. Ironic since we were in the thick of winter.
She felt good too. My fingertips sunk into the give of her waist, and her thick, supple thighs encased my hips. Her pillowy tits skimmed my chest, and like the rest of her, they were warm and soft.
“I don’t know,” she repeated.
But she wasn’t leaving. Her hips kept moving. Her fingertips continued to stroke my jaw. That was the only place she touched, and it was more than enough for now. It was overwhelming, but not in a bad way.
