Page 66 of Vipers & Roses

“No,” I hit back, shooting daggers from my eyeballs. “I beg to no one. I’m not a fucking dog.”

“Huh, stubborn,” he says, pulling his fingers out as I watch him closely grabbing the tub of menthol balm and scooping out a dollop with his fingers.

“Aren’t you going to finish me off?” I hiss angrily.

“Meh,” he shrugs, deliberately nonchalant to annoy me. That sardonic humor that I have come to enjoy is now pissing me off.

“Fine,” I blurt, “I’ll just fuck the living shit out of Blake.” Two can play this game.

Yet, frustratingly, his reaction is not jealousy or concern; he shrugs it off again as if it doesn’t bother him. Or maybe he’s good at hiding his jealousy, and if that is the case, there’s only one way to find out.

“You’re dumped,” I snap at him as his menthol-laced hands find the small of my back again, and this time, he starts massaging deeply, which feels fabulous as he hits a sore spot in my lower back.

“Dumped?” he asks, bemused, pretending not to understand what the word ‘dumped’ means.

“Yes,” I seethe, “I don’t want a man who plays games with me. I’m not into that.”

“Like Thorn?” he questions.

“No, like someone else. Maybe I’ll finally accept an invitation to a frat party and meet a guy there,” I tell him, and his hands stop dead on my back. Good, I’ve found his sensitive button.

“No other men,” he states in a dry tone, not sounding like himself, so I have to twist around to look at him. His eyes are narrowed, and his dark eyebrows are lowered, which is nothing unusual, but something behind his eyes makes me shiver. “Do you understand?”

“You don’t dictate to me, Cormac,” I shout, annoyed, even though inside, I’m fascinated by his possessive behavior. “You don’t seem to mind Blake touching me.”

“Thorn is practically family,” he explains flatly as if it should be obvious. I’m not the most worldly person on the planet, but I’ve never met guys who don’t mind sharing a girl, excluding porn and college party orgies.

My thoughts go to his father, and I wonder how he’d feel if I fucked Gabe, which is a fantasy I’ve indulged in a hundred million times. “So, Blake gets a pass?”

“Yeah,” he says as his fingers start up again, rubbing over my bare back, “but you don’t.”

“Hang on,” I have many more questions about this strange setup. "Then I demand that you and Blake not date other girls.”

“We’re not. As I’ve said before, I don’t have time, and Blake has an unusual pastime, so he has to be careful about who he brings into his life. Besides, he’s too hot on you to even notice another girl, and I’m the same.” His hands move up my shoulder blades, and I close my eyes, relaxing into the mattress as every ounce of orgasm that I had diminished with every minty stroke of his hands.

“Yep,” a grunt is all I manage to say as I float away on a cloud of ecstasy.

“So, we expect the same from you,” he adds in a warning tone.

My eyes snapped open at the tone of his voice rather than what he said, as if they’d had a conversation about this and made a decision without me having a say. But I also know Blake has secrets associated with his job working under Smiler, but at least he’s honest with me. Whereas Cormac has a dangerous side that I’ve seen only fragments of in his eyes, and I’m unable to comprehend what is behind them.

It’s as if I’ve entered into a covert contract that I had no awareness of, but I can’t say that it concerns me that much, probably because I like the two men with whom I’ve made this unconscious pact.

I sigh, trying to understand the conversation. “I have no interest in any other man anyway. Like you, I’m too busy.” I lie because I am interested in his father, but I’m eighty percent convinced that my wish will never come to fruition.

“I can tell,” he says, moving those fabulous hands down my spine to the small of my back again.

“I was just shit stirring to see how you’d react,” I confess as my backside receives another light smack.

“Right,” he snarls, “it’s punishment time,” and just as I twist back to see what he means by ‘punishment,’ his head has lowered between my legs and lifts me slightly off the bed.

As soon as his tongue strikes my clit, I cry out, gripping the pillow with my hands until my knuckles turn white. He pulls away, and my body is roughly flipped over onto my back, legs spread eagle and intense hunger in those blue eyes. He licks my juice off his lips, then goes down for more, licking a line from my clit down to my core, then slides his warm, soft tongue inside, and starts fucking my hole.

My body gyrates against his tongue as my juice floods, and those hands move over my breasts and play with the nipples.

I tip my head and arch my back as the newborn orgasm storms through my body, and I lurch as every muscle contracts, followed by the shuddering orgasm, and I’m shattered into a thousand pieces.

Gripping hold of the sheets, my body continues to gyrate until every last ounce of my orgasm is gone, and I’m left panting, exhausted, like a thirsty bitch.

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