CHAPTER 16
EDGE
There was no sound coming from my computer, but I didn’t need to hear to know exactly what was taking place in the parking garage.
There on the screen, I watched with voyeuristic fascination as Cav pinned Jamie against her car.
The view was obstructed by a sea of vehicles, but I suspected he had his fingers buried deep in her pussy, driving her to ecstasy.
Could be you. If, you know, you’d get your head out of your ass.
Yeah. Whatever.
Jamie’s head fell back, and I swear I could hear the satisfied sigh drifting in the air.
That was when I realized I was breathing faster, my cock hard from simply watching the two of them.
Not caring that I was invading their privacy, I left the monitor on even as Cav assisted Jamie into her car, then stepped back as she drove away.
When her car had disappeared from view and Cav’s long legs began eating up the distance between us, I flipped from one camera to another, watching as he made his way through the club and back to me.
A minute passed, then another, before a light knock sounded on my office door.
“Come in.”
The door eased open as I leaned back in my chair, turning slightly to face him.
Cav stepped inside, gently closed the door.
While I expected to see a smug expression, it was absent.
The only thing giving away what had just happened was the tension knotting Cav’s shoulders.
I figured it had everything to do with the fact that he’d gotten her off and was not dealing with the unquenched thirst, the residual lust.
“She get off okay?” I asked, purposely using the double entendre.
Cav’s cautious gaze slid to the computer monitor. “She did. Enjoy the show?”
“Absolutely,” I admitted, pushing to my feet. “Did you enjoy getting her off?”
“Fuck, she’s sweet,” he said, the lines in his face reflecting the building agitation.
I perched on the edge of my desk. “Show me how hard she made you.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. Now.”
His expression reflected his uncertainty, silence settling between us before his deft fingers began unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock.
“Stroke yourself,” I ordered, unable to look away from the rock-hard cock in his fist.
His breath came more rapidly, his desire building as I admired his restraint.
Wary eyes followed my every movement as I stood tall, stalked the few steps toward him. I urged him back with my body.
“Don’t stop.” I dropped my attention to the hard length of him between us. “Keep stroking.”
“Or what?” he taunted.
The tight leash on my control threatened to snap. As a distraction, I crushed him against the door, slammed my mouth down on his, and took everything he was willing to give me.
“Tell me,” I urged.
“Her pussy’s so fucking hot,” he panted, the muscle in his arm flexing as he continued to drive himself toward release. “So fucking wet.”
My dick jerked, my muscles locking in anticipation of the heat his words would cause.
As I feasted on his mouth, I gripped his other wrist, lifted his hand.
I broke the kiss just long enough to bring his fingers to my nose.
I inhaled the sweet scent of Jamie’s pussy before sucking those digits into my mouth.
I had yet to taste her, to feel her pussy on my tongue.
Despite my urges, I couldn’t bring myself to take her yet.
“I need to come,” Cav groaned as his head fell back against the door. “Make me come, Edge.”
It wasn’t a request. That dominant side of me tried to overpower my desires, to reject his request, to make him beg. It was a futile battle because I could have this, have him. Perhaps Jamie was too damn sweet for the likes of me, but Cav knew what the score was.
“Use your hand,” Cav said around a guttural growl, his tone harder than before, more of a demand. “Jack me off.”
I remained where I was, my chest pressed to his, but I took over, shoving his hand away. The smooth, hot length of him glided against my palm at the same time white-hot need slammed into me.
Rather than take what I needed, though, I gave Cav what he’d demanded.
I jerked his cock while I feasted on his mouth.
When he reached for me, I knocked his arm down, pulled my mouth from his.
I pressed my forearm across his throat, stared into his eyes while I continued to tug roughly, driving him higher.
His eyes were wild, as though he was hanging by a thread. I knew the feeling because he made me feel that way. They both did.
“Harder,” Cav pleaded.
It was a power play, one we’d both anticipated.
He knew as well as I did that I would not back down completely.
Perhaps he’d eventually get his wish, and he’d slip past the armor, bury himself deep inside my ass.
I couldn’t rule it out because there was no denying I was curious about what it would be like to have Cav fuck me the same way I’d fucked him. But it wouldn’t be happening now.
No, there might be the illusion of him holding the reins, but we both knew I was in control here.
“Tell me what it was like,” I ordered. “To have your fingers buried in her pussy.”
A deep rumble came from his chest. “I wanted to bury myself inside her, feel that sweet pussy choke my cock.” He groaned long and low. “To drive into her, hear her beg me to let her come.”
Fuck. My cock strained against my zipper, anxious to get free.
“But you didn’t.”
Cav shook his head, his mouth falling open as he moaned. “I didn’t. But I will. Fuck … Edge … Make me come.”
I fisted his cock firmly, jerked roughly, and watched as he slipped right over that precarious edge he’d been perched upon. He didn’t cry out, but he did open his eyes, meeting mine as he came in my hand. I saw the fierceness within, the beast that paced back and forth.
“I told her I would own her,” he said softly when his breathing returned to normal. “And I will.”
Not wanting him to see the uncertainty I knew I couldn’t hide, I released him, grabbed some tissues from the holder on my desk. I perched on the edge once more, cleaning his cum from my hand.
“Why’re you holding back?” he asked as he tucked himself back in his jeans.
I gave the tissues far too much attention. “I’m not.”
“You are.”
With a sigh, I discarded the tissues, stood again. I was restless; no way to deny that.
Cav took a step toward me. I didn’t run, but there was a fleeting need to. This was more than I’d signed on for, and it seemed to be building more and more each day.
“You don’t have to,” Cav whispered, his face nearing mine.
I leaned in, bit his lower lip.
“Before it’s over, I’ll own you both,” I promised because I needed to hear it as much as he did.
Cav stared back at me. “You’re already halfway there.”
I let my eyes dance over his handsome face, trying to read between the lines.
“You don’t have to work me over, Edge,” he whispered. “You already have me. All that you’re willing to take.”
My chest tightened. My heart, maybe? It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with, one I wasn’t quite comfortable with. But I was working toward it. Or trying to, anyway.
“And once we get Jamie between us,” he continued, “you’ll see that we own you, too.”
Something softened inside me. I palmed the back of his head, leaned in, and kissed him. It wasn’t rough; it wasn’t laced with frustration. No, this was an acceptance. We had our work cut out for us where Jamie was concerned. I’d known that all along.
However, I hadn’t stopped to think about what this was between Cav and me, how quickly it was escalating.
A natural progression.
From friends to lovers to…
To everything.
Jamie
When I woke up on Sunday morning, a restless energy came with the new day. In an effort to alleviate it, I decided to go for a run, needing something to calm my mind. Back before life got so hectic, I would go for a run every morning, the endorphins paving the way to less stress in any given day.
Today, the run had helped, but not nearly as much as I’d hoped.
However, the call from Tiffany inviting me for coffee had given me something to look forward to.
When I stepped into Starbucks, my gaze swung around the room, landing on my friend sitting at a two-seater at the front.
“Caramel macchiato, upside down with an extra shot,” she said, nodding toward the cup waiting for me.
I smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
“Not lately.” She sipped from her cup. “But you can make up for it by telling me what’s going on.”
I frowned, not sure I was on the same page. “What do you mean?”
“I was high the other night, or I would’ve given you the third degree,” she said simply. “What’s going on with you and these two men?”
I watched my friend, trying to determine if she was genuinely frustrated or merely trying to get me to spill my guts. I couldn’t read her, which said a lot about my state of mind.
I sighed, savoring the first sip of sweet foam and caramel. “It’s complicated.”
“I’d say,” she huffed, leaning in. “Two men?”
Unable to look her in the eye, I focused on my cup, picking at the paper ring around it. “Do you think it’s possible to love two people at the same time?”
Her hand stilled mine. “You’re in love?”
I immediately shook my head. “No.” I giggled. “No. That’s not what I’m saying. Hypothetically.”
“Right.” Tiffany did not sound convinced. “Well…” She appeared to consider it. “Sure. It’s possible.”
My eyes shot to hers. “Really?”
“Yeah, why couldn’t you be? I mean, the heart’s as much a decision-maker as the brain, right?”
“Definitely.” I felt the tug of a smile. “And it’s not the smartest, at that.”
“So, this is serious?”
Although I was confused about damn near everything that had transpired over the last few weeks, I had no doubts about that. “It’s serious. On my part, at least.”
“How do they feel about you?”
A one-shoulder shrug was all I could offer.
“Have you slept with them?”
I shook my head. “Not yet. But I want to.”
“What’s holding you back?”