Chapter 31
Paul “Rock Giant” Reed
If he could’ve chosen the way in which he got Jodi back in his arms again, then this wasn’t it. Hell, nope. Paul would have picked somewhere infinitely cosier, having first witnessed Curtis Nash being eaten by a land shark, or jettisoned into another universe never to be seen or heard from again.
Alas, sometimes you just had to roll with what you got.
And there were definitely good things ahead of him.
His wife for starters. She was seriously hot stuff.
All glorious curves, and exactly the right degree of nervousness and sass to get him going.
Paul had seen more than his fair share of tits in his time, it came with the territory, but none of them as perfect as hers.
None attached to someone who made him want to bury his head in her cleavage and lose himself there for days.
He didn’t doubt Jodi would claim she was over-endowed. She was mistaken. Her breasts were the most perfect thing he’d ever seen, and so was the rest of her.
“Come here, goddess,” he mouthed, which sawed off some of her nervousness.
He couldn’t quite tell if she was nervous about being with him, or the fact her dumbnut fiancé was watching them from the adjacent bed.
He had a few reservations about that himself, and this wasn’t the first time he’d been offered the opportunity to shag someone else’s partner.
This wasn’t like the time with Spook and Alle, though.
He’d understood all the rules of that game. Had known exactly what was expected of him. On a surface level what was expected of him now was clear enough. Fuck Jodi so that Nash could get his rocks off watching them. It was the deeper stuff he wasn’t so certain of.
Actually, scratch that. Nash wasn’t that fucking deep. His motivations were obvious. He was playing at being a beneficent overlord, while actually being a controlling arse. Doling out boons according to his whims.
Yeah, I’ll let you have a taste of her, but make no mistake, she’s mine, and she does what I say.
Fucking fool.
Yeah, this wasn’t like with Spook and Alle. It wasn’t like that at all.
For starters, he’d had no stake in that game, whereas he had a major one in this.
“Do I get to see now?” Jodi gave him a cheekily closed-mouthed grin, while her gaze raked over his upper body, then dropped to where his joggers were pulled taut over his erection.
The only part of that he didn’t like was when her gaze shot over to Nash to check in with him that she was still making him happy and hadn’t crossed any invisible boundaries. Why the hell she put up with fuckface and his irritating gob was beyond him. He was awful, but she didn’t seem to see it.
Paul hooked a finger in one side of the elastic waistband and tugged it down a little. That got her attention back where it belonged. On him. He gave her a sultry look from under his eyelashes. In return her lips pursed.
Tease, said her gaze. Tease...tease...big fat fucking tease.
“Show me.”
Paul obligingly hooked a finger in the other side of his waistband, then lifted his arse and let the elastic settle around his thighs. She’d seen it all before, but still.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Nash spluttered.
Hard to say whether that was over his length or his adornments, and who the hell cared.
Jodi...his Jodi was all smiles and eating him up with a grin that made him fill out a little more.
There was none of the shying her gaze away she’d done the morning after their handfasting.
Now, she was drinking in every detail, and he made sure to keep his hands out of the way so as not to impede her view.
It was probably a good thing that her fiancé couldn’t see her face, or he’d have been calling a halt to this now. That was the grin of a woman who knew she was in for a treat.
He gripped himself. Jodi’s gaze followed his hand, while her teeth dragged over her lower lip.
“You like that?” Paul mouthed enthused by her fascination. “You like watching me touch myself? It’s all for you, sweetheart. All of it.” All nine rungs of his shiny badass ladder, and all ten inches of his cock. “It’s yours. You come and claim it whenever you’re ready.”
She made some sweet little groans in response. “Are they cold?”
Cold? No, his barbells weren’t cold, not when they were attached to a bit of him that was decidedly warm. “Why don’t you come and find out for yourself?”
“You can touch him,” Nash said, like his opinion was worth shit. He’d perched on the other bed and having peeled off his shirt and unzipped was now stroking his weedy cock.
It wasn’t a sight Paul needed to see, and sadly couldn’t unsee.
If it was possible to have negative degrees of attraction to someone, then he was negatively attracted to Nash.
The guy made his balls want to retract up to his armpits.
Jodi, on the other hand got his swimmers supercharged, and zipping about like superheroes, capes streaming behind them in the wind.
He patted the bed, inviting her to join him on it.
She put one knee on the duvet. Paused. For a moment, he thought she’d changed her mind, when she lifted it off again. But it was only to shimmy free of her jeans. Then she was beside him. Over him. Straddling his legs, as he leaned forward to meet her.
Her eyes were open, lips softly parted.
“No kissing,” Nash barked at them.
Paul was all for ignoring him. Dictatorial little shit. He felt her breath whisper across his lips, then she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder instead.
Damn, he was going to miss her mouth. He’d been itching for her kisses for weeks.
Dreaming of them. Then, she gave him a sly little lick on the side of his throat furthest away from Nash.
Oh, okay. Okay, that he liked. He could work with that.
The tingles she was creating with her attention to his hereto undiscovered major erogenous zone on his throat might make up for the lack of mouth-to-mouth action.
“I want to lick you all over,” she whispered directly into his ear. “You’re very lickable, Paul Reed.”
“So I’ve been told.”
She tipped her head back to regard him. “Who told you that?”
“Internet ladies...fans...Ronnie.”
She laughed over the last one.
Then she pressed her palm flat against his chest and shoved him down onto the pillows.
Paul never said no to a woman on top, especially one who was also willing to dangle her boobs in his face. He put both his mouth and his hands to work. Half expected to hear a rebuke and was pleasantly surprised when Nash didn’t manifest one.
Nope, sick fucking wanker was evidently loving this given the swish-swish noises his ears were picking up. Somehow, he needed to blank the bugger out.
He closed his eyes. Found a nipple. Sucked.
And got lost in the act of pleasing her.
Something he was quite honestly happy to do for the rest of eternity.
She in turn, put her hands all over him.
Leastways, all over his upper body, where her fingers gripped, and squeezed, caressed, and explored the lines of his ink over his pecs and his biceps, and his abs either side of his cock.
“It won’t bite,” he encouraged. He got her hesitancy, even as he despaired of it. It was like making out next to a crate of nitro-glycerine. If things got too hot, the damn thing was likely to explode.
Her gaze flashed towards Nash, who gave her a nod.
Yup, every action apparently had to be rubberstamped.
He forgot to be irritated a second later when just the sly trace of her little finger against the side of his cock was enough to wrench a gasp from him.
The actual folding of her hand around him, midway between his crown and his base had his eyes rolling upwards into his head and his mouth falling open around groan after delicious groan.
Fuck, yes. He’d been waiting... and it was every damn bit as good as he’d imagined it to be.
She stroked upwards, rolled her palm over the glans making the ring there slide, then down, right to the root of him, where her little finger gave his balls a tickle. Then, up, and down, brushing against his ladder.
“Castle.” Oh, God! With her hands on him he was hard pressed to keep it together and not slide into a rhythm of fucking her fist while bleating out her name like some sort of adorative prayer.
He needed to keep it together. He did not want to come now. Not before he’d got inside of her.
“Go easy.”
“Why, am I getting you excited?”
“Now who’s being a tease?”
“If I was teasing, I’d be rubbing you with a different bit of me.”
Be still his rapidly beating heart.
“Oh, yeah. Which bit would that be?”
She grasped his hand and drew it to the juncture of her legs.
“Ah, I see.” Was this allowed? Did he give a fuck? Only in so much as he didn’t want to make trouble for her. There was no verbal slap, so he slid his thumb between her plump lips.
“Here, right?” He made circles around her clit, causing her eyes to sparkle and her to drag in her breaths between her teeth.
“Is she wet?” Nash asked. “How wet is she? You’re gonna need to be wet to take the whole of him.”
She was already plenty wet, but he didn’t have any issue with making sure she was wetter. He was more than happy to put his tongue to work alongside his fingers.
Something hit him in the cheek. Jodi picked up the foil condom packet from the pillow that Nash had thrown.
“Speed it up folks.”
Seriously? What was the fucking rush? “We don’t have to do as he says,” he mouthed to her, as she tore open the wrapper.
“Maybe I’m just as eager.”
“Are you?”
She got a firm hold on him and rolled the condom down his shaft.
And hell, if that wasn’t hot. Most women sat back and let him dress himself for action.
“Little kiss first.” She kissed the tip of him, causing shudders right through his body.
“The thought of my mouth on you get you going?”
“All of you gets me going.”
She did it again, with the same effect.
“Extra sensitive there, huh?”