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Idon't like people in my space. But we couldn't take her back to Keegan’s; his asshole of a dad can't know about her. He will tear her apart, and I don’t want that. It surprises me. And not much does.
I’ve never shared a girl with the guys. I know Em and Keegs have, but fuck me, I’m not giving this girl up. It’s like she branded herself on me. That’s not what I want, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop them, either.
At least I know I won’t be stupid. Not like Keegan. The fucker has fallen for her.Love. I don’t understand the concept of it, other than it hurts.
I like pain, but that’s the most fucked-up kind you can experience. Knives and blood...that’s the type of hurt I live for.Breathe for. But love...the type I hear about and that’s given freely to so many...that shit is fucked up.
My hard cock presses against my jeans, and I press the heel of my palm against it to stop it. This isn’t my night. I’m here to watch...to play from the sidelines.
When she pulls away from Em, they’re both panting, and her face is flush with heat. Keegs is standing beside me, and when she reaches over to him, I smirk at how quickly he runs to her. She pulls him down to meet her lips, kissing him while still straddling Em’s waist. Em skims his hands under the hem of her skirt, then pulls it down, breaking their kiss to take it off her. She removes the sheer black top.
Fuck, her golden skin is so smooth...not one scar in sight. My hands itch to retrieve my knives, wanting to mark her as mine. Carve my name there.I won’t. She’s not mine to mark. She’s too good for me. I will only destroy her.
Em takes her mouth again, but with her breasts exposed to us all, I reach over, running my thumb over her nipple. She gasps when she sees me close. Her eyes follow my lips as I move into her neck. I can't just sit by and watch... I need a small taste.
I trace my tongue up the side of her throat and growl into her hair at the taste of her. “I want you to fuck Em as you swallow Keegan’s cock down your pretty little throat.”
She lets out a low moan as I grab her throat and tightly wrap my fingers around her delicate skin. The desire to mark her rides me. I want to leave this kind of mark on her skin.
I feel Em shift. “Madden,” he warns, but I don’t look away from Isabella...Addie...mine.
I can see a hint of a smile as she licks her lips. I narrow my eyes at her, waiting to see her next move. Her eyes shift to Keegan, who’s now standing, his hands in his hair like he doesn’t know what to do with himself or this situation.
“You don’t have to listen to—” Keegan starts to say, and she cuts him off.
“I want that. I want to taste you,” she whispers up to him, and he freezes for a moment before grabbing his cock through his jeans. Yeah, he likes that idea.
I growl, squeezing her neck one last time. Her eyes flash to mine and I nod. “Good girl.”
I back away and move to the chair in the corner of my room. I don’t have much—bare walls, a bed with sheets I haven’t changed in ever, and this chair. I sit in it, dragging my ass to the edge as I spread my legs, my cock as hard as a rock as I settle in for the show.
The lightbulb above flickers a little as it casts a dull yellow glow in the room, showing me everything I want to see. I see her eyes watching me. She looks to the light, and I shake my head when her eyes meet mine.
We’re not hiding here. At least, Em and Keegan aren’t. I have to hide in the shadows around the light. I can’t show her my true colors. But the way she holds my eyes...maybe soon. Not yet. Not tonight, on his birthday.
Em shifts her off his lap, and she grabs for him. He chuckles. “You want my cock? You want me to soothe that ache inside?”
She moans his name, and I grumble that she can still make sounds. She should be choking on Keegan’s cock.
They ignore me. Em takes off his jeans, then grabs the back of his tee and pulls it over his head until he’s naked and stroking his cock for her. I've watched porn before, I’ve seen hard cocks before. Hell, I've seen other dicks in the locker room. But I've never seen my best friend hard and dripping with pre cum.
“Come and ride me, Izzy. I’ll make you feel good.” Em gestures toward her, and it doesn't take her even a moment to think about it. She moves straight onto his cock, sinking down until she’s seated on him. He groans.
“Fuck, Leo,” she hisses out.
I bite my tongue and grip the chair until my knuckles are white to stop myself from going over there and pulling her off him. I watch as she adjusts to his size. He doesn't have my girth, but he's longer than me.
“Are you okay?” Keegan asks her as he runs his fingers down her back in a soothing gesture beside my bed.
She looks up at him through her lashes, and I can just see him falling harder for her.Fuck. I don't want him to hurt if this all goes wrong. I can take it, but I know he can't. He wouldn't survive a broken heart.
I stretch out my fingers, itching to get my knife, but hold myself back. She reaches for Keegan’s jeans and fumbles while trying to unbutton him. He helps her, then kicks off his jeans. I watch him stroke his cock, and I actually let out a small, throaty chuckle. All eyes are on me, and I want my knife more than ever.
“See something you like?” Keegan jests.
I shake my head. Fucker’s got a cock ring, and I watch as Isabella’s eyes widen at it. Her eyes flash to me, and I smirk.Yeah, I didn't know he was working with some hardware either, princess. But that cock ain’t gonna suck itself.
“It’s okay, it won't hurt.” Keegan tries to comfort her and she giggles.
