Page 49 of Wicked Oath

“Nothings hanging with you around,” Torch chuckles.

“Silly boy,” she smiles. “How are you, Judy?”

“Judy?” I mutter.

“I’m good,” he smiles. “Have a seat and join us.”

“I didn’t take you for exhibitionist,” she giggles as she climbs into his lap to straddle him. I grit my teeth when he laughs and rests his hands on her ass and squeezes.

“Not what I meant, but who am I to say no?” Jude says with a seductive smile. I cross my arms over my chest and watch as everyone chats. Who the fuck is this bitch coming in here practically humping him? She’s wiggling in his lap, grinding herself against his dick.

“You okay?” Talon asks me.

“Peachy,” I say. He grabs my chin and turns my head, making me scowl at him.

“If you don’t have feelings for him, seeing that shouldn’t made you mad,” he says simply. “You’ve seen Knox get blown numerous times, so this is no different. Right?”

“Right,” I mutter. He lets go of my chin and I turn back to see the whore kissing and biting Jude’s neck. Rage instantly fills me, and I don’t know why. Why do I care?

Within minutes, she is nearly humping him. Jude is hardly touching her, and he doesn’t look like he’s into it. All I want to do is grab her by the hair and drag her off him. I think maybe I won’t have to hurt her until she sinks to her knees in front of him. For the first time since she came over here, Jude looks up at me. “Can I take care of you?” Heather asks with an annoyingly winey voice.

“Sure,” Jude says simply, looking at me like he is staring into my thoughts. It’s now that I am realizing that everyone is looking at me. I can’t seem to make myself look away. If I get up and leave, Talon will know that I have a reason to be pissed. Do they know I’m pissed?

Heather slowly unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. I feel like there might actually be steam coming out of my ears. I am so fucking mad that I can’t see straight. One minute she is about to pull his cock free and the next I am jumping up and grabbing her by the hair. I sling her to the floor before Talon grabs me, but I knock his hands away.

“Get her the fuck out of here,” I say to Jude.

“Why?” Jude asks simply.

“Because I fucking said so, that’s why,” I yell at him. “Put your goddamn pants back on and go jerk off by yourself.”

“Thinking about me jerking off, huh?” he asks with a smirk.

“Why does he need to jerk off,” Heather laughs. I whip around to look at her and her face pisses me off even more. “What? Why should he use his hand when I have a mouth? I don’t see you getting on your knees for him.”

She screams when I grab her by the hair, but Jude jumps up and grabs me before I can connect my fist with her face. “Let go of me!” I scream at him when he picks me up and moves me to the other side of him. When Jude takes his hands off my waist, Ishove him backward. “Fuck you, Jude. Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Why are you mad?” Jude asks me calmly. I don’t say anything, and he smirks.

“Stop fucking smiling. You think that bullshit is funny? It’s fucking trashy, Jude.”

“Is it just trashy when I do it or is it also trashy when I have to see Talon bend you over?”

“That is different. We are in our own home, not in fucking public,” I snap. “You don’t have to stick around if you are upset by it,” I frown.

“Then walk away,” he says with a smile. “If the thought or sight of me putting that girl on her knees bothers you, then go someplace else.”

“No,” I growl.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you putting anyone else on their knees, Jude,” I say.

“Anyone else?” he asks.

“That’s not what I meant,” I say.

“Mmm I think it is. Whose throat can I fuck then, Laney?” he asks, slowly stepping toward me.

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