Page 118 of Something So Strong

He shakes his head slowly.

“They don’t seem like the type to care too much.”

“But…”His voice shakes. “What if you don’t like seeing it?” he asks, already knowing how to answer the proposition I haven’t put forward yet.

“Pretty Boy,” I croon, inching closer, trying to be as strong as I can because, right now, testing him seems more important than anything else. And I know it’s self-sabotage. Just like I know it’s greed, possessiveness, stupidity, and self-indulgence all percolating up from the shit pile I just forced down that’s insisting I need to know if I alone can ever be enough for him. “No woman is a threat to me. But if I ever see another man touch you, I’ll kill them.” Leaning in, I whisper into the shell of his ear. “No one’s gonna take that hole away from me.”

Acting as cocksure as I can, I float back to the table, knowing that if my idiocy destroys us, I’ll never forgive myself. But also, that I don’t know how to stop myself, either.

“Where the hell are your drinks?” Cammie asks when I’m in earshot.

Scooting a stool closer to her, I pat my stomach. “We’ve had our fill for the night. Gotta remain responsible gentlemen, and all that.”

“Did you want a sip at least?” She takes the martini glass by the stem and holds it out to me.

Leaning in, I pluck the toothpick out of her cocktail and slide the olive off of it with my teeth before tossing the toothpick back in. “Thanks, Doll,” I wink, rolling the olive around on my tongue and then pushing it into the side of my mouth before biting it.

With a sultry pout, Cammie watches me, takes a sip, and leans forward on the table. She’s slimmer and taller than her friend, and almost obnoxiously girly in the kind of way where you know she’s a ravenous slut of the best possible kind, but likes to pretend she’s virtuous in a turtleneck with a ribbon in her high ponytail. She’s the type of girl who’s fun for one night. The kind that says, I don’t usually do this kind of thing, right before dropping to her knees and sucking you off like there’s no tomorrow.

After taking another sip from her martini, Cammie's fingers remain on the stem, and she circles the glass over the wet patch it’s created on the table like she’s plucking up the courage to ask the question Jesse and I have been waiting for since we stole them away.

“Right. So… before this goes any further, I need you pair to set a few things straight.”

Here we go. She found her balls.

“What could possibly be confusing you, Doll?” I hum, smoothing her long hair back over her shoulder and praying Jesse is fixated on my every move.

“Well, that, for starters.” She points to my hand but leans into my touch as I drag it down her arm. “I know I saw you two holding hands.”

“Yeah,” Daisy, the other townie, pips up. Stepping down from her seat, she stands on the footrest of both her stool and Jesse’s to get the height she needs to rest her elbow on his shoulder. “And you called Jesse your boyfriend, but you don’t act like you’re gay.”

“That’s cause we aren’t. We already said that.” Jesse rolls his eyes and looks straight at me. His expression sours just enough for me to notice, then he wraps his arm around Daisy’s tiny waist, rubs his temple against her curls, and taunts me.

This was meant to be my test.

“So the ‘boyfriend’ remark was just to fuck with them?”

Nibbling the tip of my tongue, I shoot Jesse the sly gaze I know drives him crazy, and hold my hand out to Cammie. Accepting it, she hops off her stool and allows me to lead her behind my back and to my other side—closer to Jesse. Spreading my legs, I guide her between them, and, with her back to me, I press my fingers into her hips then slide them down into the front pockets of her jeans. Finally, I lean into her ear. “No, Cammie. Jesse is my boyfriend.”

Her head falls back against my chest and Daisy’s curls fly as her head whips towards Jesse. Her glossed lips open, but he presses his thumb against them.

Just like he does to me.

But they aren’t as pretty as mine.

They wouldn’t look as good sucking on the thick head of his cock.

Sliding forward on my stool, and act like I’m pushing my dick against Cammie’s ass. Tugging down on her collar, I expose her neck and press kisses into her skin while I focus on Jesse. “Just look at him. Isn’t that the prettiest face you’ve ever seen?” Cammie hums and rocks her hips against me. “How could I say no to that?”

“So you still like girls?” Daisy asks hopefully, vying with me for Jesse’s attention.

“We love girls,” he answers, staring at me. Never taking his eyes off me. Not even when he lifts her onto his lap and wraps his hands around her waist. “Always have… And I guess, sometimes it’s too hard to resist temptation.”

Jesse’s eyes bore through me.

It’s a look I’ve never seen.

Stubbornness on an extraterrestrial level.

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