Page 110 of Cam Girl

The sliding door opens and from the corner of my eye I see Soren. Shirtless, his jeans zipped but unbuttoned.

He stretches his arms overhead and his tattoos stretch with the motion. “Morning.”

I grunt. I’ve got nothing to say to him.

No, that’s not exactly true. I have a lot of things to say to him and none of them friendly.Rational Aiden has left the building, ladies and gentlemen.

Soren places a mug of coffee on the side table between us before he throws himself into the empty chair. His attention narrows on the lake, but the air is thick enough to bite and I gnash my teeth.

Finally, I force myself to look at Soren.

“I’m done holding back,” I say. “Out of loyalty to you.”

He pauses a beat before asking, “Is this our come to Jesus moment?”

“You want to be flippant asshole right now?”

Anger is its own living feature inside of me. We haven’tbeen acquainted for a few years, not sinceThat Time, but it’s back and I’m not trying to push it away.

Not yet.

“I guess I’m not sure what to say, and flippancy is easy,” Soren admits. “I should apologize. But I don’t feel like it.”

This smug prick.

“I want her.” It’s simple. “There’s no reason not to have her, if she’s willing.” And by god, I know she is. I recognize the look of hunger in a woman’s eyes, and when she watched me touch myself the other night, when she let me massage her breasts and glimpse those little freckles…

“I have no desire to claim her. Shit happened,” he says tersely. “It won’t happen again.”

I’m dying to ask him for details. How she felt and tasted, and the exact sensation of her lips on his body. Did he run his tongue over her freckles the way I want to?

In the end, I decide I’d much rather find them out for myself.

“You've always called the shots and I’ve let you because you’ve been there for me when I need you.” My throat starts to close and needles prick every inch of it. “I appreciate you, but this time, Soren, it’s a little fucking hard to sit and be cordial.”

His brow furrows. “I’m not going to let a woman come between us. You’re my blood.”

“But you have, and it’s not her fault. It’s yours.” My fingers will look great wrapped around his throat. “The way you tried to bind our hands away from her but you couldn’t keep yours to yourself.”

“I’m sorry.”

The words are simple, heartfelt. They’re infuriating.

“You should be sorry. You knew I wanted her and you still came down with your bullshit restrictions. Maybe I’m the dickhead for listening to them but I’ve always respected you.”

Soren groans and reaches out to knock his knucklesagainst my shoulder. “You know the feeling is mutual, dude. What do you want from me? What can I do to make this better?”

I force myself to slow down, to take a sip of the coffee he brought. Pity coffee.

“She’s single,” I say at last. “If she’s open to it, then I want to go for her. Like I said, there’s no reason for me not to have her.”

A lot of things draw me to Gilli. She’s like a breath of fresh air reminding me how stagnant my life has become. I don’t want her just because she’s pretty and I want to bed her. I want to pick her brain and listen to her berate me.

“Fine.”

Soren looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. Like maybe having his tattoos sliced off his skin inch by inch rather than give me this.

I need to hear him say it and lean in closer so I don’t miss a syllable. “Oh yeah?”

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