CHAPTER 16 #3
I stepped back, stared into his face. There was no way to ignore the hard edge to his tone. My brother didn’t appear completely happy with this situation, but at least he had the decency to keep his opinion to himself.
“I haven’t made excuses,” I countered.
I could see the hurt in his gaze, even if no one else would know what to look for.
He gave a clipped nod, a silent promise that we would have a conversation about this later. He glanced back and forth between Edge and Cav before mumbling something about mingling.
“Well, then,” I said softly when he was out of earshot. “That went better than expected.”
“No black eyes,” Cav teased. “I’d say it’s a good start to the evening.”
For the next couple of hours, we mingled.
Cav and Edge introduced me to anyone we encountered.
Edge always ensured he mentioned that I was their submissive, as though that little detail explained why I was there with them.
I ignored the disappointment as much as I could, taking the opportunity to meet some of the people I knew by name only.
I got to shake the hand of TJ Arlington—who was quite the character, might I add—a well-to-do author who I’d read every single thing he’d published. I rubbed elbows with Trent Ramsey, whom I’d had the pleasure of meeting before, but never had the chance to have a conversation with.
Although I didn’t know the official count, I would’ve guessed there were close to two hundred people in attendance. Doms, submissives, Chatter PR employees, and clients. Everyone eager to celebrate the engagement of Justin, Ben, and Addison.
Throughout the evening, I watched my brother interact with people.
Mostly, I paid attention to the way he interacted with Brax and Case.
Something had happened between them; it was obvious.
Something that had brought the three of them together.
Zeke was no longer keeping his distance.
Instead, he seemed to be keeping them close.
I was curious as to what brought that about, but I had to respect his privacy some.
Especially if I were to get the same in return.
By the time the party was winding down, I was ready to kick my shoes off and fall into bed. I was exhausted. Both physically and emotionally.
After offering our congratulations to the trio and saying our goodbyes to those who remained, Edge and Cav finally steered me out of the ballroom toward the hotel elevators. A short time later, we were walking into a lavish suite that had been turned down for the evening.
As I walked around, admiring the space, Cav and Edge both removed their jackets, laying them over an oversized cushioned chair. I took a moment, peering out the window into the night while I gathered my nerves. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous, but I was.
When I turned to face the two men I would be spending the night with, my heart rate sped up a bit, and the flutters in my stomach intensified.
I was gearing up to approach them, right up until Edge ordered me not to move.
It was then I knew Edge had a script for the evening, and based on the gleam in his eyes, I was expected to follow.
I only hoped I could live up to those expectations.
CAV
All night long, I’d been thinking about this, the moment I would get Jamie and Edge alone. More accurately, getting Jamie back to the room, stripping off that curve-hugging dress, watching her eyes dilate from the desire I could sense just below the surface.
And here we were.
Only, I felt as though something was off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely a chill in the air, and it was coming from Edge mostly. He’d been far too formal for most of the evening, as though this was some sort of convention he was required to perform for.
“Stay right where you are,” Edge ordered Jamie.
His gruffly spoken command drew my attention.
Up to this point, he’d shown absolutely no signs that tonight’s encounter would be heading in this direction.
Sure, I knew he’d secured a room for the night, but he hadn’t bothered to share his plan.
Not that I needed to hear it. Tonight wasn’t about him commanding the three of us, treating us as though we were his possessions.
He was here, I was here, Jamie was here.
It should’ve been as simple as that. The moment unfolding the way it was meant to.
No reason to complicate matters more than they already were.
Wanting to take it down a notch, I walked around the oversized chair and joined Jamie at the window.
I smiled down at her, glad she’d turned her attention to me.
All night she’d seemed nervous, as though she wasn’t quite comfortable in our presence.
I couldn’t say I blamed her. These parties weren’t my forte, but sometimes they were necessary.
“Focus on me, cupcake,” I whispered, sliding my hand beneath her hair and sliding my lips against her. I’d been jonesing for her kiss all night long, and I fully intended to take as much as she was willing to offer.
Not thinking about Edge or the plan likely mapped out in his head, I kissed Jamie, moving in close, holding her to me, ensuring she felt how much I wanted her. When she softened, her hands gliding over my chest, I broke the kiss, smiled down at her.
Keeping my voice low, even, I decided to go for seduction, not domination. “Turn to face him,” I said as I sidestepped, moving around behind her as I trailed my fingers over her collarbone, her shoulder.
She was soft and warm, a slight tremble beneath her skin. When I was behind her, I pulled all that silky hair back, revealing those smooth, golden shoulders. The woman took my breath away. And when I touched her, as I was doing now, my heart always seemed to skip a beat.
“I’ve spent all night wantin’ to see you out of this dress,” I told her, leaning in and brushing my lips over her neck.
“Yeah?” She was breathless and so fucking soft, her head tilting just enough to give me better access to the sweet flesh of her neck. She smelled like oranges, a light, fresh scent that went straight to my head.
“Oh, yeah.”
As I ran my palms over her curves, Edge surprised me, taking a seat on the sofa and crossing one ankle over the opposite knee, regarding us.
“Which do you think he’d prefer first?” I asked Jamie, wanting to get him to loosen up a bit. “To see your beautiful breasts? Or your pussy?”
She sucked in air, leaning into me as though her knees had gone weak.
“You pick, cupcake.”
“Breasts,” she whispered.
I took my time working my hands upward, sliding beneath her arms, over her breasts. The stretchy fabric of the dress had no resistance as I tugged it down, freeing her full breasts.
“Touch them, sweetness,” Edge instructed.
My gaze shot to Edge’s. He looked cold, calculating. Almost detached.
It pissed me off, but I had more to focus on than his attitude.
Jamie’s hands were shaking as she lifted them to cup her breasts, but she did as Edge told her.
I peered over her shoulder, brushing my lips over her shoulder as she gently kneaded her tits.
While she was otherwise occupied, I slid my hands down to the hem of her dress and worked it upward, leaving the fabric ringing her belly while her ass, pussy, and tits were on full display.
I reached around Jamie’s shoulder, turning her head to the side so my mouth would meet hers.
The soft whimper that escaped her had my dick raging.
I’d waited so fucking long for this, to feel her again, to have her against me.
I wanted to spend hours licking every inch of her, while at the same time, I longed to be balls deep inside her.
When Jamie moaned as my hands slid down between her thighs, I released her mouth, glanced over at Edge. He was freeing his cuff links. I teased Jamie’s clit while she continued to fondle her breasts, both of us watching Edge as he removed his shirt, revealing that long, lean body.
Edge kicked off his shoes, stripped off his socks, before getting to his feet and joining us near the windows.
“I have yet to taste you,” he mumbled softly as he reached around her, cupping her ass and jerking her to him. “To feel your pussy on my tongue.”
Another whimper sounded as Jamie crushed herself to him, their mouths colliding. Not caring that I was a few steps behind, I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees behind her, brushing my lips over her firm little ass, plumping the rounded globes with my hands.
When I separated her ass cheeks, blowing air between them, she moaned, pressing back against me. Jamie stumbled, and it was then that I realized Edge was feasting on her breasts while I teased her ass.
“Cav … please.”
I nipped the firm flesh with my teeth. “Please what, cupcake?”
“Lick me. Oh, God!”
I paused long enough to see Edge taking a seat on the ottoman as he mouthed her tit, her nipple trapped between his teeth.
I spread her ass cheeks when she leaned over, sliding my tongue from the base of her spine down her crack, teasing her briefly as I went.
She cried out and fell forward. It was then I knew we had to relocate, or someone could get hurt.
Edge was obviously thinking the same thing because he stood, picked her up, her long legs wrapping around his hips, before heading for the bedroom.
I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes as I followed.
Jamie freed herself from the dress before sitting on the bed.
“Take out my cock,” Edge ordered her.
Her eyes were glazed over as she peered up at him, her fingers working the button of his slacks open. The rasp of the zipper was loud in the room. Seconds later, he was stepping out of them, kicking them aside.
Jamie reached for his cock, her small hand curling around the thick length.
Edge chuckled. “Not yet, sweetness. I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Nor am I. On your back,” I commanded, my voice rough with arousal.