Page 82 of The Spare
Well, she's going to have to because I'm about to make her.
"Hm, Izzy?"She turns her eyes back to me, and just stares. "If wewerefucking when she was sixteen, what are you going to do about ittoday? Seeing as you just saw me fucking her outside our home. Where we live together,"I say slowly, pinning her with my eyes.
Isobel's eyes well up with tears, but I don't care. She needs to understand her role from this point on.
"Are you going to lecture me?Put me in my place?" I shake my head, seeing a pinched expression on her face. "Nah, you got a husband for that. And he's standing right next to you." Turning to the side, I push the door all the way open and hold out my arm, narrowing my eyes. "Out of my closet. Now."
Melody's brows rise, and Hendrix goes to move, but Isobel speaks, making him pause. "Mason, I'm sorry."
I nod. "Apology accepted. Now, let's go. This is my personal space, and I don't want you guys in here. We can finish this up in the living room."
"Mason," Isobel frowns, wringing her fingers. "Uhm, I want to see her dress."
My brow rises as I just stare.
The fuck?
Hendrix clears his throat, giving me another long-suffering look. It hits me then why he's acting so differently right now. She's pregnant, and he's in self-protective mode.Damn.The memory of Isobel throwing a knife at him four years ago comes to mind, and I shake my head.
Not able to help myself, I let out a humorless chuckle. Isobel can be so self-centered. Worse than I am, ironically.
"Not right now you're not. Not until we get some shit out on the table and come to an understanding really quickly." I look at my brother who could be awarded the Dalai Lama medal of peace right now for being as much of a saint as he is acting. Because really, who is this guy? "Henny, get your wife out of my closet, please. We'll talk in the living room. Go on, I need to speak to Melody for a second."
King takes Isobel by the arm and whispers into her ear. She throws me an irate look, but I just shrug my shoulders and stay silent. I'm making my boundaries clear, and I dare anyone to stop me.
"What the hell is with you and this closet?" Isobel breathes at me, narrowing her eyes. I narrow mine back, not answering her.
They walk around the island and through the door, and I wait until they're completely out of my bedroom before I walk to Melody who's standing there with her arms folded, looking upset.
"Hey," I say, pressing a kiss onto her lips, then her temple. I wrap my arms around her in a hug. "I didn't hear the elevator open, baby.I am so sorry." I pull back and lean down to make eye contact with her, seeing she's seriously embarrassed. "I know you're shy, and I never would have kept going had I known they were there." My eyes flicker between hers, seeing they're tear-filled. "Do you believe me?"
Please believe me.
"Yes," she says quietly, folding her arms across her torso.
I reach over and grab a light cardigan off a hanger and pull it over her shoulders, knowing she's feeling too exposed right now.
"I think I need to have a talk with them about some things." I heave a deep sigh and press my fingers to my eyes, trying to rub the tension away. "You're more than welcome to join us,oryou can stay in the bedroom, and I'll send them away when I'm done. You shouldn't feel the need to mingle with them after what just happened, love. But I'll leave it up to you."
I pull my hand away and fold my own arms, waiting for her to let me know what she wants to do.
"I'm okay to go," she says in a quiet voice. "I mean, I'm going to have to get over it sooner or later. Rather it'd be sooner. I just hate that they know what I sound like when I orgasm." Her face flushes bright red, and it takes everything in me to keep from chuckling.
I lift her head back up to meet my eyes. "You sound beautiful, baby." I praise her. Tilting my head, I arch a brow and drink in her pretty face greedily. "Did you know you were multi-orgasmic?"
She gasps, trying to pull her face away, but I tighten my grip."No,"she complains in a strained voice, wiggling against me.
I do chuckle this time. "You came for a very long time, too. You were squeezing me so good, baby. We're going to need a repeat of that as soon as they're gone. Because they robbed me."
Her brow scrunches together. "Robbed you? Robbed you of what?"
I keep my eyes on her as I pull her dress up slowly, sliding my fingers into her panties until I feel her bare pussy. I reach lower, clasping her clit and pinching it.
It's thick. Swollen from earlier.
Sensitive.
I scrape my nail across the hard, sensitive bud and revel in the feel of her juices slicking out and coating the tips of my fingers.
