Chapter 30
Jodi Castle
Then again...
Jodi’s heart lurched into her throat. She must have misheard.
Or not, given the conflicted, half-strangled noise that made it past Rock Giant’s lips.
It made her turn her head, see him resting there, still propped against the headboard and pillows, all ink and muscle and.
.. obscene bulge. There was a darker spot on the fabric now, up near the waistband of his lounge pants.
Embarrassed and alarmed, she jerked her attention back to Nash.
This was a test, surely. It had to be. He wasn’t actually going to let her.
.. let them. Why would he? That made no sense, not considering how keen he’d been to minimise the contact between them and how anti-Rock Giant he’d been post-handfasting.
He was studiously straight-faced as he returned her gaze.
But Nash wasn’t controlled in the way Paul was controlled.
His moods determined his posture and changed his visage as if he were swapping masquerade masks, which meant there was something there, a crinkling around his eyes and a tilt to his mouth she couldn’t quite interpret.
“Nash?” Her voice wavered uncertainly.
He dipped his head and grazed his lips with hers. “How seriously should I take your offer?”
Her offer?
“Are you actually ready to spread your legs and take his monster dick for my pleasure?”
“You...” She half choked just getting that first word out. “You want me to?” He sounded... he actually sounded aroused. Into the idea.
A glint of something hot and needy lit in the depths of his eyes. “I mean watching Balin’s all right, but if there’s another option on the table...” A smirk tugged on his lips. “You’re what gets me going, sweetheart.”
“I am?”
“Jo, seriously. I would hardly have put a ring on your finger if you weren’t.” He raised her hand and kissed her knuckle just above where her engagement ring sat. “I got off hard the other night when I watched you frig yourself, remember.”
She did. She remembered how embarrassed she’d been, propped in the bunk, playing with herself as he watched her through the toy periscope. He had been fired up for her afterwards, though. That was true. What was currently being proposed was a major step up from that, though.
“What do you say, dumpling? Are you ready to take his dick and jiggle about on it for me? It’s clearly a big one. I’m sure you’ll appreciate that.”
The size of Rock Giant’s cock wasn’t remotely important to her. “I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near him.”
Oh, God! He couldn’t really mean for this to happen. How could he spend weeks detesting the very earth Rock Giant walked on, cursing and complaining about him, but now announce it was okay for the two of them to have sex for his entertainment? This was a sick game. Had to be.
Nash gave a huff through his nose. “This isn’t the same as if you were sneaking off with him.
I’m going to be right here watching every move.
I’ll be watching your tits bounce and your cheeks get flushed.
I’m going to see everything. And you’re gonna make me come, baby.
You’re going to get me off so damn hard.
You know how happy it makes me when you make me come that damn hard. ”
True. Plus, he was always so damned loving and giving after he’d got what he wanted.
After the periscope episode he’d cleaned out the kitty litter tray unprompted.
But this was something else, something big, something unlike anything they’d done before, or that he’d even suggested they do.
What would happen afterwards? Would he still get shirty with her every time she so much as looked in Rock Giant’s direction?
Would it make him more suspicious or less?
Did he imagine that if this happened, it’d settle the matter, and Rock Giant would stop being an issue? Ought she to warn him the opposite was more likely the case?
And what about Paul? Did he really want this? He’d probably only suggested it to rile Nash up in return for all the shade he kept throwing, never imagining for a second that Nash would say, yes.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Nash remarked, mouth turning sour. “Please don’t tell me this is going to be like every other time anything mildly adventurous gets proposed, and you’re about to tap out.”
A part of her thought that was a very sensible plan.
That she ought to veto the idea and drag Nash from the room, in the way just minutes ago he’d been ready to pull her out of here.
They could go to their room, and maybe he’d grouch, but it’d be a molehill they’d get over.
Especially if she offered to entertain him in other ways—offered to give him a lap dance, or something.
Not that she had the faintest clue how one did that.
Or they could try out a new position, or she could agree to them bonking where they might be overheard, or.
..or she could finally muster the nerve to slip him a finger while blowing him.
All of those things would be safer options than this.
They wouldn’t risk her heart getting bruised.
More bruised.
Dammit, Paul already had her questioning things.
And yet... She couldn’t stop herself from being tempted.
There was a connection between her and Rock Giant she wanted to examine.
It didn’t matter how much she tried to play it down or bury it.
It existed. This would allow them the opportunity to explore that, to take it as far as they both wished.
She wouldn’t have to feel conflicted about it.
They’d be doing it, not only with Nash’s blessing, but his encouragement.
Again, her gaze strayed across the room to where Paul lay maintaining a tactful silence.
She’d wanted to touch him all night. Had wanted to touch him for days.
Properly touch him, not just get by on the odd brush of skin.
She’d been so desperate with longing right before Nash had arrived, she’d been on the verge of cracking.
They’d been a hair’s breadth away from doing something she’d have regretted.
She had too much riding on her and Nash. She’d invested too much.
Was Nash truly about to allow this?
Was he really that into the idea of watching people fuck that he was ready to not just sit back and let his nemesis fuck her, but get himself off to the sight of them doing it? Shouldn’t that set off warning bells?
Was him watching her better or worse than knowing he’d been out there watching other people? And doing it often enough it was now common knowledge among both bands and their crews.
What if watching her with other men turned into a thing, in the way him watching Balin was now a definite thing?
Nash bent his head to her ear. “You’re bugging out, aren’t you? Fucking typical. Even when I try and give you what you want, you’re still chicken.”
She didn’t dare open her mouth to answer, afraid of what would come out.
Both yes and no options seemed equally littered with potential pitfalls.
She wasn’t a chicken. She was trying not to set fire to their relationship.
And this wasn’t about giving her what she wanted, it was about what he wanted.
Nash made a rude scoffing noise. His breath puffed against her skin again. “Poor lamb, looks like he’s not getting a taste of you after all.”
She turned, so they were facing again and looked him right in the eyes. “Have you been drinking?”
“No.”
“And this is truly what you want? You want to watch me? You want to watch me and him?”
The blue of his eyes seemed to swim with amusement.
“Why’s that so hard to comprehend? Look at him, Jo.
Look at how he looks at you. He wants you.
He’s practically begging to devour you. He wants your curves, and your hands on him, and your tits in his mouth, and your hot cunt enveloping him, sliding over him, gripping him.
He wants you all over him, and to be inside of you.
To be grinding, fucking you.” His hips mimicked his words, so that his loins bumped up against her belly.
“But you know what the best part of all that wanting is? The bit that really gets me going about all this? It’s that I get the say so on whether he gets it.
He can only have you if I allow it. Look at him.
He’s trying to be so composed. He’s not composed.
He’s burning. Aching. His dick’s straining those pants. It’s probably got a pulse of its own.”
Control. He was trying to exert control. That at least made sense.
“What about what I want?”
He gave a bemused chuckle. “Aw, Jodi. Jo. Please. Having fucked things up for us by tying yourself to this knob, the least you can do is indulge me over this and shag him when I ask you to.”
“Right,” she said. “Right.” She had fucked things up between her and Nash by making those vows, and saying no suddenly seemed more likely to cause a detonation than accepting what she wanted. What they all wanted.
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Now quit stalling and take your top off, so that he can admire what I’m loaning him.”
Was he this directive when he was watching Balin?
Something to ask him later. She’d kind of assumed he sat back and watched, as he’d been doing the first time she’d become aware of his habit, but maybe that wasn’t the case.
Maybe he was more involved than that and was merrily dishing out instructions to Balin and whoever he was with, while he rubbed himself off.
That possibility further stirred the pit of unease in her belly but also cemented her resolve.
“Need some help to get you started?” Nash’s lips tickled as they brushed against the side of her neck.
He sucked hard. Too hard. No doubt leaving her with a mark.
Paul’s gaze fastened upon them. Torment flickered in his pupils, and his mouth became all grim and tight.
While Nash might be happy to watch her with someone else, she was damn sure Paul didn’t want to watch Nash maul her.
Sorry. She wanted to say. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wish you hadn’t said anything. I wish you hadn’t planted this idea in his head.
Paul returned her gaze. I’m not sorry, his expression told her. I’m not sorry. It might not be what I want, but I’ll take the sliver that’s on offer. Anything, if it gets me you.
Nash ringed a hand around her right breast and started plucking on her nipple. Paul’s hand jumped from where it rested against his thigh, then formed a fist. She watched his knuckles whiten as Nash’s exploration of her body continued, dropping lower to her arse, and then between her legs.
When Nash squeezed her pussy, she swore she heard Paul’s knuckles pop.
Jodi wriggled out of Nash’s hold and peeled off her top.
The move had the desired effect of getting Nash to retreat and loosening some of the tension in Rock Giant’s jaw.
Thankfully she was wearing a blue butterfly-embroidered silk bra rather than her faded to grey comfy one.
“You like?” she asked, attempting to sound sexy, and probably failing. She bit on her little fingernail.
Paul made a growling sound. “Oh, I like. I’d like to see more.”
“Take it off,” Nash said from behind her. “Let him see your naked tits. In fact, just get undressed. Both of you get undressed. If you’re going to fuck, you need to be naked. I want to see naked fucking.”