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He was gone in a blur, making for the open door and disappearing. The heavy thud of his footsteps on the stairs sounded, then faded.
“I’m going to get food.” Caleb turned from the window. “I’m goddamn starving.”
“You going to be right here?” Tobias turned to me.
I saw the hunger in his eyes, the caged, seething anger that needed release. “Go,” I murmured. “I’m fine.”
A nod and he turned away. I didn’t need to ask where he was going. It was where he always went when he was riled, running.
Caleb left the study, with Tobias not far behind, leaving me alone in the middle of the destruction. I looked around at the mess of books and upturned drawers, my gaze drifting to the untouched shelves of their mother’s journals.
Ones they didn’t want to touch. I stepped closer, the urge to pull them apart just to make sure still in my mind. But the moment I touched the cover of the first journal, I knew I couldn’t do it. Naomi Banks lingered like a ghost in this place, leaving behind far too many memories and wounds that still bled. I pulled my hand away and left the study, listening to the front door thud as I stepped out.
The house was quiet. Too damn quiet. “Nick,” I called softly, and climbed the stairs.
But there was no answer, then, as I hit the landing on our floor, the grunt of sex spilled out under his closed door. I flinched, pain flaring as I was drawn to the sound.
The sound of fucking.
“Nick?” I murmured, and cracked open his door.
The slick slaps of flesh on flesh sounded. Nick lay on the bed, his cock hard and ridged in one hand, and his phone in the other. I flinched as though I'd been slapped. My insides clenched as it hit me.
Porn…he was watching porn…
Pain flared through my chest until the familiar female groan came to my ears.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.
Nick wrenched open his eyes. “Ryth,” he groaned, his phone dropping to the bed.
On the screen, the sex played out. Only it wasn’t the kind of sex I'd expected.
It was him and me…with Tobias standing naked in the background.
Nick's head was buried between my legs before he rose. His cock filled the screen before the camera angled in, following the movement as he entered me for the first time.
On the screen, I bucked, moaning as that thick head slid inside me. My body was quivering, my moans ringing louder. “More,” I whimpered in stereo. “More Nick.”
I couldn’t think. My mind was racing. “You recorded us?”
Shame and hunger moved across his face. “Yeah.”
I stepped closer to the bed, my gaze divided between us on the screen and that same thick cock in his hand. “And you watch us?”
He licked his lips. “Yeah.”
Surprise, jealousy, and satisfaction collided. He was still hard, still aching. Déjà vu hit me. He’d watched me on that first day when he took me to the park. He'd watched my clumsy attempt at pleasuring myself.
Now I wanted to see him.
“Keep going,” I ordered, meeting his gaze. “I want to watch.”
There was a flare of surprise before his hand went back around his cock and slowly moved up and down. Only this time, he didn’t watch the screen…he watched me. The real me.
I forced myself to stay where I was. Heat moved through me as he clenched his fist around that hard length. My mouth watered, watching the vein under his shaft pulse with the pressure. Firm, strong. Corded muscles flexed on his arm as he slid along that smooth length, stroking all the way to the head, and then fisted hard back down.
A tiny clear teardrop formed at the tip.
