Chapter 13 #3
Sarai sucks in a breath, but he takes my now free hand and fits my fingers to her clit. “Two fingers,” he tells me, positioning the pads of my index and middle fingers over her wet pussy. “Feel that?”
He hovers over me, leaning his other hand into the back of the couch. He moves my fingers in little circles, getting me to rub her hard little nub. Fire spreads from his gentle fingers, up my arm.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She lifts her gaze to him, as instructed, but he’s not talking to her. I can’t even blink as I stare into his green pools.
He breathes hard and so do I, and my nerves relax even as my pulse races, warming my blood and making everything in my stomach feel so incredible.
“Listen to how she responds,” he whispers.
His warm breath lands on my lips, and together we rub soft circles over her, hearing her panting get faster. Reaching behind us with one hand, she claws at the back of my neck.
“There it is.” He gazes at me, the heat of his skin making my groin swell. “That’s the rhythm.”
My hard-on begs to stretch under her ass, but I’m not moving her. I’m not stopping this, his fucking amazing smile still making me hot in the way no one else’s ever did.
It’s funny that out of five fucking Jaeger boys, he’s the only one I was attracted to. They were all good-looking, but there was just something about the way his attention feels. You want him to want you.
“You got it,” he pants, letting me go as he slips his fingers inside of her.
She arches her back. “Oh, God.”
But we’re not watching her. “Keep going,” he begs me.
I roll my fingers as he slides his in and out, and it almost feels like the girl isn’t here.
Then, a glint hits his eyes.
“You were always a fast learner, Ames,” he taunts. “Is this how you’re going to touch Clay?”
Cold seeps into my chest, but I don’t falter. Jerome and Micah stand nearby, waiting for my signal to intervene if necessary.
Dallas narrows his eyes. “Is this what you were going to do to my sister on that cruise before I took you for myself?”
When he took me for himself…
Everyone around us can hear, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acting embarrassed.
“You know,” he continues, “I was just angry enough to fuck you that first night, but anger didn’t keep me coming back.”
That night in the woods. I was a fucking mess when I got home, but I never loved seeing mud on my shower floor as much as I did then.
“I loved peeling off your four-hundred-dollar shirts and your nine-hundred-dollar shoes,” he tells me, “and replacing your scent of cologne and expensive car leather with the scent of me. I loved stripping you down and watching you spill.” He smiles, two inches from my mouth.
“It made me feel so powerful. Fucking you was fifteen hundred times more sacred than whatever shit goes on in this place.”
Mrs. MacLeod cries out, starting to shake, and Dallas presses his fingers to mine again, speeding up my pace.
It was the same for me. Fucking him was the only time I’ve ever been someplace I never wanted to leave. With all the shit we did—in beds and cars and showers—I never felt guilt or shame like some of the people do when they leave here.
I ran to him to feel something pure. Over and over again.
What a fucking joke.
“But if you weren’t Callum Ames,” he breathes out, “and you weren’t his son and you weren’t a rich prick, it wouldn’t have been fun at all.”
Sarai comes, gasping and whimpering, and I slide my fingers inside of her. Dallas watches me curl them, rubbing her G-spot as I show him I can take care of a woman just fine.
The orgasm ebbs away, and she mews, letting out this delighted little laugh.
“I’m shocked,” Dallas tells me. “I actually thought you might not know what to do with a woman.”
Pushing her off, I massage my cock, everyone around us a void I don’t even see.
“If I weren’t Callum Ames and his son and a rich prick,” I coo, “I wouldn’t be so hard to replace in your life, nor would we always be paying your fucking salary.
” I lower my voice. “Five years ago and five years from now.”
He may think he has power, but he doesn’t.
I stand up, forcing him back as I adjust myself. “And no, I don’t fail to satisfy women.” I lower my voice to a whisper. “But the only person I’ve been inside of is you.”
He blinks, and I inch closer, throwing his own words back at him. “You remember.”
I really loved letting him have control most of the time, but he was indulgent with me when he let his guard down.
Taking a hot towel from the attendant, I wipe my hands, the bells of the clock behind me chiming.
I meet his eyes. “Dallas?”
He stands with his fists tight.
“Run,” I tell him.
His face falls, Jerome chuckling as we all stand to face the Jaeger who’s no longer welcome in the Wolfe Room and will be breaking curfew as soon as he steps outside and those chimes stop.
He backs up slowly, eventually charging out of the room and disappearing through the door.
I rip open my vest and shirt, peeling them off my body, because it’s gonna be fucking hot out there tonight.