Page 93 of Splitting Secrets
“Are you imagining this is my cock right now? Pressing against your pussy?” he hums in a low, tantalizing growl.
I almost lose it right then and there. Because yes. Yes, I am imagining this vegetable is him, despite the fact that I’ve sworn him off completely, and I don’t know what that says about me.
He leans forward, careful not to allow our bodies to touch at any point, and tilts his head down to watch as the shadows make the cucumber disappear inside of me, inch by torturous inch. His breathing hitches, hands starting to shake.
I’ve never seen him struggle this much to maintain control. It’s exhilarating, knowing that I’m the reason he can’t hold on.
A quick glance at the bulge in his sweatpants confirms that this has him just as wound up as it does me.
Footsteps pad down the short hallway leading to the kitchen, and we freeze. The realization hits us both at the same time that there’s not enough time to get out of this incriminating position.
The speed and weight of the steps tells me it’s Jonah. It’s wild how well I know the sounds their bodies make after so much time together.
Fuck, fuck,fuuuck. It’s bad enough I have to live with myself after letting the devil back in. Now, I also have to live with Jonah’s disappointment. He’s going to tell Beatrix and Ava and they’re never going to let me live it down.
Seconds later, he rounds the corner. With no other option, I sit forward and cower against Raze’s chest, hopeful that the move will cover any exposed part of me.
My anticipation spirals as I wait for Jonah to turn and notice us.
This is so mortifying, I can’t even stand it. We should have never done this. I shouldn’t have even been alone with him if this is how quickly he can get me to fold.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda.If I wasn’t so thirsty for male attention, none of this would have happened.
I blame the gray joggers.
Raze looks like he’s sharing the same embarrassed sentiment.No, scratch that. He looks like he wants to murder Jonah for interrupting us. There’s no panic or fear laced in his motions—just pure, alpha-hole possession. I don’t miss the way he leans forward to fully block me from view, his shadows darkening into a fully opaque black.
So, he’s not a voyeur.Noted.
But the effort seems wasted when Jonah doesn’t ever look in our direction.
It’s the oddest thing. He goes straight for the fridge, completely ignoring the scene unfolding on the counter right across from him. My eyes carefully track him as he opens the door, grabs a yogurt from the top shelf, then closes it. With my heart sitting in the pit of my stomach, I realize he’s headed for the drawer right beside my leg when he turns in our direction, eyes focused on the cup in his hand.
This is it. He’s going to lift his eyes and see us. Then he’s going to lose his shit on me. No one hates Raze as much as Jonah.
I glance at the man between my thighs, noting the intensity in his expression as he keeps his chin tucked down, stare lasered in on me. Frowning, I quickly tuck my leg closer to him just in time for Jonah to tug the drawer out and grab a spoon.
His eyes never once land on us.
“What did you do?” I mouth the words to Raze.
He only shakes his head, a mischievous gleam twinkling in his dark eyes. I’m completely baffled when he readjusts hisposture to make room for his shadows to slide the cucumber back between my legs. My heart drops at the realization of what he’s about to do, attention pinging over to Jonah, who is standing over the garbage can.
He rips the top of the yogurt off and tosses it into the can right as Raze gently pushes the cucumber back inside of me. Feeling brave, he snakes his hand between us and rubs his thumb against the bundle of nerves. My body relaxes instantly, despite the fact that Jonah is only a few feet away, shoving a spoonful of yogurt into his mouth.
My attention moves back to Raze, who is full-on grinning at me with that cocky little glimmer I hate so much.
I realize what is happening way too late. These are his gifts. Not just the shadows, but the ability to bend the fabric of reality. He must be creating the illusion that the kitchen is empty for Jonah to protect us from being caught.
Evil, diabolical, sexy Mirrane man. I can’t stand how easy it is for him to pull a reaction out of me.
His free hand leaves my clit and I unintentionally release a little mewl at the loss of his touch. With his shoulders shaking in a silent chuckle, he slips his palm beneath his waistband and grabs his erection inside of his pants, slowly pumping.
For some reason, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
There’s an ache in my chest at the sight. I wantmyhand to be wrapped around his cock right now. Forget not being touched. Who came up with that horrible idea? I need him all over me—insideme.
When I’m positive that Jonah can’t see us, I relax backward and open my legs further, too turned on at the sight of Raze stroking himself to let logic slip through this mania and stop me from enjoying myself.
