Page 104 of Commander in Briefs

“Yeah, man. Sure.”

I tell him we’ll grab a beer later and throw down my bag, my pissing match already in motion.

My shirt comes off first, landing on the sofa. I swagger to the stairs, throwing off my undershirt, giving Cade a ringside seat to my striptease.

Heavy footfalls sound behind me. Knowing Cade is following me makes me entirely too excited. There goes the belt. It makes a clunking sound as it hits the wood planks of the stairs.

“It was a joke, Theo.”

“And guess who gets the last laugh, Cade? Me! See if you fucking taunt me from miles away again.”

Right shoe hits the landing.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he whispers, right behind me.

“I suggest you take the kids out for a Happy Meal.” I toss my left shoe. It falls down several steps before landing. “Daddy is about to hate-fuck his mood out on Mommy.”

I step out of my pants, careful not to lose my balance. Now I’m clad only in my Calvins.

“You are insane. It was a fucking joke!”

I shrug. Too late now. Coming to a stop at Anniston’s door, I can hear the shower running.

“Better hurry, Gorgeous.” I pull at my waistband, giving it a few teasing tugs.

Cade’s lips pull tight into a sneer. Just his expression makes me revel in my revenge. Who’s in a rage now, Cadey boy?

I plaster an eat-shit-and-die-a-slow-death look on my face before I try the handle. “You have about a minute before I unlock this door, tie your Commander down, and fuck her brains out until she screams for mercy.”

He narrows his eyes, his jaw ticking furiously. Checkmate, asshole.

“Five… four…” I pull down my Calvins, giving Cade a perfect view of my ass. “One.”

When I turn around, the only thing I see is his back, retreating down the steps. Now, to deal with Anniston.

Anniston’s bedroom is steamy when I open the door. It drives me crazy that she doesn’t use the exhaust fan. Navigating my way through the fog, I take in her tidy bedroom decorated in creams and pinks before I beeline it to the wet bar and grab a bottled water out of her mini fridge. Better to hydrate now, because what I am about do to her will expend a shit-ton of fluids.

Ans is belting out a song about singing in the shower from the shower. It’s awful. She’s perfect in many ways, except for singing. She can’t sing for shit. I slam back the water, eager to get my arms around her, and ease through the door. Her iPod is on the counter, feeding her horrific serenade. I pick it up, scroll through her playlist looking for a more appropriate song for what I have in mind. FindingThe Neighbourhood, one of my favorites, I select “Daddy Issues,” and immediately I’m graced with her silence, saving me from her dreadful singing voice.

“Cade?”

What the ever-loving fuck? How often does Cade come in here when she showers? Oh Anniston, you are in for a punishing today, girl.

I stay silent, never answering her and flip on the exhaust fan. It’s so fucking steamy in here that I can barely see. A stumble over Anniston’s shoes, placed stupidly on the bath mat I might add, nearly has me cussing, ruining my plan of silence. But I make it to the shower door without injury, stepping under the hot spray, right in front of her naked body.

Her eyes go wide at the sight of me. “Theo,” she gasps, reaching for me. “What are you doing here? I just saw you play last night. Are you hurt?”

Her hands massage the muscles in my shoulders, taking in every detail, confirming I am injury free. I bring my finger to her lips to shush her. I’m not here to answer her questions.

She looks confused for a moment and then takes in my expression. She knows the firm set of my jaw. The tension that is cording my muscles. She knows what the hard set of my eyes means. I am pissed. So pissed, that nothing she can say will soothe my rage. Control. I need control.

“It’s not Thursday,” she whispers hesitantly like she is talking to a crazy person. Maybe she is. I feel wickedly crazy right now.

I nod in agreement. Today is Tuesday. “I don’t give a fuck.”

She swallows thickly and nods her okay. Immediately, I push her back against the cold tile. It’s not enough to hurt her, just enough to shock. I attack her mouth first, forcing it open and taking her gasp. She returns the aggression, both of us grunting, but when I force her head back, allowing the water to cascade down her breasts, she relaxes, allowing me the dominance I need.

Anniston is pliant for once, rubbing my shoulders, caressing my face with her pruned fingertips. She wants me to relax, too, giving me everything she thinks I need to make it happen. She’s concerned about my behavior but she won’t ask me about it right now. She’ll wait until I’m sated and then she will weasel it out of me like she always does.

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