Page 42 of All's Fair In Love & War

When the shower door slid open, she stiffened, her eyes snapping to the figure behind the glass. Tandy stood inside, water streaming down her body, one hand resting against the panel like she hadn’t been waiting long.

Her gaze slid over to us, calm and heated. “About time you two got here. I thought I was gonna end up having all the fun by myself,” she said, eyes cutting to Felicity with a grin. “Hey, boo. I’m glad you decided to join us.”

The two locked eyes, and the longer they stared, the more Felicity’s shoulders dropped. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were having a full-blown conversation without opening their mouths. Tandy arched a brow like she was holding back a laugh, and Felicity’s jaw tightened, her lips twitching like she was fighting a grin.

Nothing about this was random, and it damn sure wasn’t harmless. There was a whole silent exchange going on, and I had the sinking feeling I was both the punchline and the audience.

Felicity was the first to look away. She turned to me, then reached for the hem of her top and started pulling it over her head without me having to say a word. Her clothes hit the floorone by one, like she wanted to make a show of it. And when she finished, she stood there completely bare, chin lifted, and eyes steady. Not a trace of shame marred her expression. Instead, there was a readiness, almost an eagerness, radiating from her, setting off warning bells in my mind.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

She wasn’t supposed to look so damn comfortable.

As I stood there, grappling with my thoughts, Felicity moved past me, heading toward the shower. The moment she crossed the threshold, Tandy reached out, her fingertips stretching toward Felicity’s shoulder. But before she could make contact, I intercepted her wrist mid-air, halting her movement with a firm grip.

"Don't touch her," I warned, my voice low and resolute.

When I released her wrist, I stepped into the shower and walked straight to the controls. The space was damn near a private spa, built to fit six with room to breathe. Steam curled around the stone walls, and the marble beneath my feet was warm.

I entered a few commands on the panel, and the system came to life. Water shot out from overhead and the side jets, even beneath the built-in bench. The pressure was perfect, and the temperature exact.

Luxury didn’t have to announce itself. It spoke for me.

I turned my attention to Tandy, letting Felicity stand there in all that heat and steam with nowhere to hide. All she could do was watch. If she thought she was here to take control, she was about to learn that nothing happened in my space unless I allowed it.

Tandy met me halfway, her body already ready for me. She knew the role she played, and she played it well. Her eyes softened, her lips spread, and her breath caught when I touchedher. My hands roamed over her body, drawing out every reaction like it was a lesson I wanted Felicity to study.

And she did.

Steam wrapped around us like a second skin, clinging to every inch of our naked bodies, and I stood in the center of it all, water cascading down my sculpted frame. Felicity leaned against the wall, directly in front of me. droplets catching the light like diamonds against her dark, glistening skin, and I wanted to run my hands over every ridge, every curve, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet.

Tandy pressed up against me, her curves molding to my body like she was built for it. Her skin was rich mahogany, smooth as glass, and her hips flared in a way that could make any man lose focus—except for me. She was a goddess in her own right, much like Felicity, and she held me down in ways no other woman ever had. I even cared about her. She was my friend with benefits. Reliable. Loyal. Low maintenance, though I cashed out on her.

The sex was good, always had been, but I’d never felt that deep, soul-gripping pull Bats bragged about with her. Still, that didn’t stop us from enjoying one another. He talked about that shit like it was oxygen, like once you got a hit, everything else felt empty.

I clown him for being in love and swear he’s whipped, but the longer I watch all the married couples around me, the more I start to wonder what it would feel like—to want somebody that bad, and to have them want me back the same way.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking, maybe I’m not built for that kind of love. Maybe I didn’t need it. But Bats made it look possible. Hell, he made it look good, and even though I’d never admit it out loud… a small part of me wanted it too.

“Look at me, baby. You here with me?” Tandy’s hand gently brushed my face, her soft voice pulling me back to the moment.

My hands instantly moved to her waist, and I flipped her around, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pulled her closer, grinding my dick against her ass. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my chest and rippled through me like a shockwave.

“I am now,” I growled, my voice rough, commanding.

I slapped her ass, and the sound echoed off the tiled walls. Tandy cried out, arching into me.

“Say goodbye to your legs, baby—’cause I’m not making love to this pussy. I’ma fuck you so deep, your legs gon’ forget how to work.”

“Do it.” Tandy nodded, her breath hitching as my hand tangled in her curls, yanking her head back.

I nipped at her neck, teeth sinking into her skin only enough to make her gasp, and then, I lifted her chin, smashing my lips against hers. We were all teeth and tongue, the kiss deep and possessive as my tongue claimed her mouth with a sense of ownership.

When the need for air hit, Tandy broke away with a gasp and spun around. Her hands dropped to my dick, fingers wrapping around the base. She could barely grip all of it, but the pressure was tight enough to make my hips jerk forward on reflex. Tandy squeezed, stroked, and pulled until I was hard as steel. She knew exactly what I needed and how fast to give it.

She dropped to her knees without needing a word, her movements smooth, practiced, and her mouth already open like she’d been craving the taste of me on her tongue. Tandy looked up once before wrapping her lips around the head and swallowing my dick, letting spit gather until it dripped from the corner of her mouth.

I gripped her hair in a tight fist and drove myself deep, thrusting into her throat like she was nothing but a hole for me to use. Her gag hit the air, loud and wet, but I didn’t stop, and didn’t slow down.

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