Page 119 of Something So Strong

He’s calling my bluff, and now we’re partaking in a loop of, I know you want this, and, I will make you see how stupid this is.

When I don’t respond, Jesse pushes further and sweeps back Daisy’s hair to nuzzle his nose beneath her ear.

When her breath hitches, he kisses her neck.

She turns to face him, her tiny hands grabbing at his biceps. “That’s so hot.”

Of course, it is.

But why the fuck are you touching him?

“I’d love to see you guys in action,” Cammie gulps, craning her neck to look back at me.

“Will you be returning the favor?” I ask.

Cammie looks at Daisy, but all she gets is the back of her head and Jesse groping her ass.

That…That part’s fine, but it’s the way she’s clinging to his chest and kissing his neck that has my dick pulsing with bitter hatred.

“Doesn’t seem very fair if you don’t,” Jesse says, and even though it may seem like he’s addressing Cammie, I know otherwise.

But do I say anything, though?

No.

Pinching Daisy’s chin, Jesse raises it and licks his lips. Pausing, he gives me a chance to admit my mistake.

To call off my bullshit.

To confess that this is all because I’m falling in love with him. And that means I’m losing my wits, my control, and my, I hate the fucking world and everything in it, attitude that kept me wrapped up and safe for so long. But most of all, that I’m fucking terrified of what I’ll do if he ever leaves me.

But I’m headstrong. And far too resolute in my own stubbornness.

If he doesn’t want to do it, then Jesse needs to make the call for himself.

If he truly believes that me, and only me, a man—who he can’t fuck—will be enough to satisfy him. Then he has to be the one to pull the plug on this charade.

The seconds tick on.

Shaking his head, Jesse blinks, and for the first time, he looks away from me.

My jaw clenches as his lips meet Daisy’s, and my fingers dig into Cammie’s thighs.

Cammie reaches up to rub my arms, but I shake her off. I don’t need her touch.

The only hands I need on me are Jesse’s.

I don’t care that they’re bigger. Stronger.

I don’t care that the only other dick he’s touched is his own.

He can grab Daisy’s ass—no drama. But why is he being so casual about her hands grappling at him like he’s a goddamn mountain she’s trying to climb?

Cammie swipes her cheek across my jaw. “Kiss me,” she purrs.

I pull my head back. “Don’t touch me.”

“Why?”

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