Page 10 of Amour Fou
Xaden turns to face her, chuckling. “It’s not small.”
She laughs. “Well, I don’t have time for this right now.” Both of us watch as Alyssa stands up and takes the steps out from the pool.
“Wait a second,” Xaden protests beside me. “Look, he doesn’t know what he’s saying, he’s had a lot of sugar today and he’s clearly,”—turning to face me he says the final words through gritted teeth—“not in his right mind.”
Lifting the chiffon shirt from the back of the lounger, she continues talking. “I’ll just go finger-fuck myself in my room.”
“Come on… don’t listen to him. He clearly has dementia, or some form of brain disease.” He growls, shoving his elbow into my roughly into my ribs, silently begging me to confirm for her to stay—but I won’t. “At least let me come and watch?”
Shaking her head, she moves to the edge of the pool, picking up the crystal glass that is still half filled with red, and with one final glance from over her shoulder, she leaves the room. I’m unable to take my eyes off the door, hoping, praying, at some moment she will walk back in.
The smack on the back of my head pulls me from my trance. “Fuck, what’s your problem?”
“My problem?” Xaden points to himself. “You turn down sex, a threesome in fact, and I’m the one with the problem?”
Dropping his head back, he laughs harder and proceeds to wade through the water, pressing his hands to the edge of the pool, hoisting himself out.
“Don’t speak for both of us next time, okay?”
Grabbing his clothes and trainers from the chair he left them on, he leaves through the opposite door, and I’m left alone… and hard.
Get me Annalise Keating on the phone now, because I need to get away with murder, and with the way she trudges into a courtroom… I know she will get me off. Because what the fuck just happened. How did I go from the possibility of getting my dick wet… to losing that chance and wondering if my hand will give me the same pleasure her pussy would have.
“I’m going to kill him,” I mutter, opening the door to my room and slamming it behind me. I need to shower and get this chlorine off my skin and maybe calm down a little before I drag him back to the pool and drown him. A knock comes from the bedroom door before I even make it into the bathroom.
Groaning with frustration, I walk back to the door and yank it open, only to see Zeke standing there. “What?”
“Xaden, grow up.” He rolls his big brown eyes at me. I can see why women lose their shit over him when he’s so unbothered like that. “You know this shit can’t run.”
“She is literally offering us a one-time thing, the thing I’m so clearly good at. No strings!” I grip the doorframe. I’m not angry at him, I’m just frustrated because it’s been months since I’ve seen a stitch of pussy, what with these new bullshit rules Deckard implemented, and this time… I wasn’t even chasing.Shemade the move first.
Sighing, Zeke moves past me and walks into my room.
“Oh, please… do come in.”
“I’m not standing in the hallway arguing with you like a married couple.”
Closing the door,I turn to face him. “You’re literally passing up an opportunity… to fuck… HER!” He laughs.
“If we get caught—”
I walk towards him. “We won’t get caught,” I groan, because I can see it as clear as day that he wants her too.
“If we do, we are out on our fucking asses.”
“Pshh.” I roll my eyes, dismissing his statement. “Deckard won’t do shit; I’ve cleaned up my act.”
“Yet here you are trying to convince me to do it.”
“So, you don’t think she’s hot?” I ask him.
“Hold on, I didn’t say—”
“And you don’t, at all, want to put your dick,” I point to it, and he slaps my hand away, “anywhere near her?”
“Stop putting words in my mouth.”
“So, then what’s the problem?”
