Page 24 of Swallow Your Fear
I lifted my chin in her direction. “By that little smirk on your face, looks like you had a good day yourself.”
Her hand rested on her bare thigh, her position making that tiny skirt ride higher. She shrugged. “It was alright.”
“Any more visitors at work?” I swigged my beer, wishing like hell the liquid would cool the fuse threatening to spark in my gut. She wasn’t mine. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted.
“Nope.” She popped theP, exaggerating the roundness of her lips as she said the word.
She was trying to get under my skin, but two could play at that game.
“Austin.”
He looked in my direction.
“Put your hand between her legs, would you?”
Her lips rolled together as she stared at me. I arched a brow, silently sayinggame on.
Austin looked up at her, gauging how she might feel about that.
“Are you okay if I?—”
“I didn’t say fucking talk to her. I told you to move your fucking hand, so move it.”
He glanced at me, unsure what my motive was here, but fuck. I didn’t know, either.
His palm met her smooth skin, and the second they made contact, my jaw was clenching tighter. Slowly, he glided it between her legs, his fingers disappearing up under her skirt. The moment his hand disappeared, the fabric rose higher, revealing she wasn’t wearing underwear.
Fuck me.
I nearly wanted to groan, but instead, I kept my back to the chair like this didn’t bother me one bit. Brynne, keeping those beady eyes on me, looped an arm around the back of Austin’s neck.
“How wet is she?” I asked, my voice an octave lower.
“Like she’s been thinking about you all day.”
Brynne didn’t move, and from here, I could tell he swiped a finger up the center of her pussy.
“She can think about you now,” I said to him, silently giving him permission to do whatever the fuck he wanted with her.She wasn’t mine.I had to keep reminding myself of that when it should’ve already been ingrained in me.
She arched a brow in response, quietly sassing me.
I cocked my head to the side slightly. “Is that attitude, Brynne?”
She shrugged, pressing her breasts closer together with the move. “However you want to take it, Booker.”
The use of my name sent heat straight to my cock, which was exactly what she wanted to happen.
“Austin, bend her over your knee.”
She gave no reaction as his hand paused between her legs.
“Uh, Booker?—”
“I didn’t fucking stutter, did I?”
Setting his hands on her waist, he helped her off his knee, then guided her torso down until her stomach and chest rested across his lap. The sight of her like that made my jeans feel too damn tight.
I tipped the neck of my bottle in their direction. “Draw that little skirt of hers up.”
