Page 114 of Into the Fire

The bad guy inside of me shoved the good guy aside and said fuck it. Quench your curiosity.

Instead of helping me, it made me desperate to be a part of it.

Fuck me for that.

She came with a moan that made me almost explode in my pants, her small body trembling with the orgasm that racked through her.

“There you go, baby.” Fox urged her through it. “There you go, pretty girl. Just like that. Just for me, Rosie. Just for me.”

I swallowed hard at his words, knowing he was proving a point but unsure exactly what it was.

Shame washed over me for my part in this. I shouldn’t have stayed. I should have just bid them good night and jerked off alone in my shower instead of tormenting myself with these thoughts of never having her like that. He wanted me to know it too.

Fuck me for being such an idiot.

And fuck him for pointing it out to me.

He finished in her with a soft groan, and she collapsed against him. I watched him cradle her to him. He murmured something into her ear that I couldn’t hear. They stayed that way for a long time before he shifted her enough to pull free, again showing me nothing.

I finally looked away when he laid her gently on the couch, clearly passed out. He tucked himself away, grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the cushions, and tucked it around her.

He was quiet for a moment before he finally spoke. “We should talk.”

I looked over at him to find him staring at me. I nodded, then got to my feet and gestured for him to follow me to the bedroom. He did, and I closed the door behind us before going to the bed and settling on the edge of it.

He paced the length of my room for a long time before he spoke.

“You can’t tell anyone I let you watch us,” he finally said. “It wouldn’t go over well with the guys, especially Enzo and Cole.”

“I’m aware.”

He stopped pacing and looked at me. “She likes it when you go slow.”

I blinked in confusion at him.

“But she likes it firm and rough too.”

“OK?” I frowned.

“She loves to be kissed on her collarbone and held at her hips. She likes to be told what to do, but she also likes to let go and be in control. A balance is good for her. It’s situational.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, my voice laced with the feelings welling inside me.

He exhaled and moved to sit beside me on the bed. “I don’t know. I guess I have a bad feeling about shit and think you’re the guy who will save her for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

He shook his head and looked up at my ceiling. “Things aren’t going well, and I expect they’re going to get worse. It’s why I need to talk to you.”

I sat silently, waiting for him to drop it on me.

“I can’t explain it,” he started. “I just. . . I don’t know. I have a feeling. It won’t go away. Maybe it’s some sort of anxiety because of all the shit that’s happened to the kings coupled with our past.” He looked over at me. “I trust you, Anson.Alessandro.Archangel.”

I swallowed. “That means a lot to me. . .Constantino.”

His lips twitched in the corners. “I figured you knew.”

I shrugged. “I’m pretty good at putting the pieces together, cousin.”

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