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“What the fuck, Harker?” Ethan sat up. “We need to talk.”
“We don’t need to talk. Just hold her fucking hands.” He might be able to stomach the other man touching them, but nothing else.
“Hold her hands? You invited me here to be a fucking rope?” Ethan got out of the bed and grabbed his shirt. “We need to talk now.” He strode into the other room.
Harker followed, slamming the door behind him.
“What the hell is your problem?” asked Ethan.
“My problem? You’re the problem. You’re not following the rules.”
“What rule have I broken?”
“I told you to keep your dick in your pants.”
“My dick is still in my pants. Behind my zipper.” Ethan held out his arms. “I’ve barely even touched her because every time I try, you push me away.”
“You’ve done more than touch her. You were latched onto her tit like a starving newborn.”
“I knew you weren't ready for this.” Ethan shook his head.
“What the fuck do you mean by that? You’re the one overstepping.”
“I’ve done nothing outside of what we agreed to, and you know it.” Ethan smiled but it wasn’t friendly. “I should’ve known better. A threesome is fine and fun until you fall in love. Then it’s hell.”
“I’m not in love.” But the jealousy raging inside him argued that point.
“Lie to yourself all you want but I’m done.” Ethan walked past him toward the bedroom.
“You are not going in there without me.” Harker followed.
Ethan gave him a disgusted look and then opened the door. Alison was sitting with the covers clutched to her breasts. Her eyes were wide and filled with uncertainty.
“Alison, I’m going to call it a night.” Ethan smiled softly at her. “It was lovely. You were perfect. I’d love to say we can try again sometime but I don’t think his”—he glanced at Harker—“jealousy is going to go away.”
“I'm not jealous.” Harker was going to punch Ethan.
Ethan sighed, shaking his head as he walked to the bed. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.” He bent, kissing Alison softly as he took her hands in his and raised them above her head. The covers slid to her waist, exposing her perfect breasts. Ethan began kissing his way down her throat.
Harker shouldn’t care. This should be making him hard as a rock but instead he wanted to launch himself across the room and beat the lips off the other man.
Ethan let go of Alison’s arms, his mouth trailing across the tops of her breasts as his hand slid under the covers toward her pussy. Her hand dropped to Ethan’s head, her long fingers running through his hair. Harker knew exactly how fucking fabulous that felt and his jealousy exploded.
“That's enough.” The sound of his voice was almost feral.
Ethan stopped immediately and straightened, giving Harker a condescending smirk. “Is that jealousy I hear in your growl?” He turned back to Alison. “Good night. I would say go easy on him. Feeling jealous isn’t something men like us are used to, but since he fucking pissed me off, I’d prefer you make his life a living hell.” He walked across the room, stopping in the doorway. “Harker don’t ever ask me to be the third to your party again.”
Harker didn’t move. He had no idea what to do with all these emotions. He wasn’t good with emotions. Feelings were detrimental in business and in life. He’d thought he’d eliminated them but here they were raging through him again like when he’d been a kid—anger, fear, hurt, betrayal.
The sound of the door to the suite slamming shut reverberated through the room. Ethan was more than pissed and he couldn't blame him. He’d invited the other man to play. Everything had been fair game except vaginal and anal sex. One because they were trying to conceive, and the other had been a hard no from Alison.
Alison pulled up the sheet, covering her breasts. Her eyes were wide and filled with confusion but all he could see was the memory of her hand clutching Ethan's head, holding him as he sucked her breast.
“I suppose you want me to run after him and beg him to come back.”
“Are you mad at me?” Her voice cracked. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Did you do something wrong? You heard Ethan. You were perfect.” The anger raced out of his mouth like a dam bursting. “Clinging to him. Holding him close as you squirmed and moaned. From me.” He slapped his chest. “Because I was eating your pussy. Not Ethan.”
