Page 116 of What Lies Within

Rae’s thumbs fly over the screen.

What are they doing? What will YOU do?

They're talking in the garden. What do you want me to do, baby?

Rae twists to glance over her shoulder at me.

“What?”

“You growled.”

“Did I?” I lift an eyebrow.

She grins. “You did.”

“Fucker shouldn’t call you things like that.”

"I don't pay it any mind," she assures me, already typing a reply.

“I know. But he shouldn’t think it’s okay to, regardless.”

Her right hand slips to my thigh, rubbing back and forth as she finishes the reply with her left.

I want you to keep my man safe.

P.S. Digger said he’ll remove your tongue if you call me ‘baby’ again.

Bet he will.

I want a running commentary, Connor. I’m fucking losing my mind here.

Ballsy, I figure, asking her ex to relay the actions of her current lover. Sure enough, the kid pushes his luck.

What’ll you give me for it?

What the fuck does he expect her to say? A blowjob? Nudes? Jesus fuck, this guy needs an ego check.

Rae sighs, fingertips light against her brow. "He's predictable if nothing else." She sighs, slides her right hand to my cock, and palms it through my jeans. "What do you think?"

“You expect me to answer that right now?” I rock into her touch. “While you’re doing this?”

“You’re no stranger to making decisions under duress, are you?” She turns her face up and sets butterfly kisses against my throat.

I damn near come in my pants.

Erotic touch—it’s my kryptonite.

“Tell him he gets to live.” I’m dead serious.

From the way her tongue flicks over my Adam's apple, she knows it. "Okay."

The ability to stay breathing.

His dots start, stop, start, then pause for long enough that her screen goes dull. All the while, my woman, my old lady, mywifeif she’ll let it, continues to palm my cock, wrapping her hand around the thickening length. I reach down, flick mybuckle open, and adjust my dick so the tip of my erection peeks out of the denim.

Rae sets her phone down and rolls onto her back beneath me. Her gaze is on mine, drowsy and loved up, as she teases the head with her fingertips, relishing every reactive twitch she gets. My breaths come faster and heavier, and yet I can't look away from her.

She’s the most relaxed I’ve seen her since she arrived at the clubhouse, and I can't help but feel—hormones aside—that it's because of me, my brother, and what we've done for her.

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