Page 48 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
I swallow, because I can imagine what Jaxon is viewing on the screen. His greedy, lustful eyes are glued to her.Fuck. Rya. No. Stop.My head pounds. I should say something. But again, how do I tell her I’ve been here the whole fucking time, listening in?
And what if this is what she wants? Was he her first choice last night? A labored series of breaths falls from my lips as I tug on the back of my neck with one hand and let horrific, agonizing thoughts shoot around inside my skull. Why hasn’t she fucking said a word to me since she disappeared from my bed? I’ve texted her several times—once when I woke up, again before we got onto the bus, then another time right before the game started. She hasn’t even texted so much as aHow are things going?It’s my first collegiate baseball game.She knows today would have been a fucking big deal for me, pitching or not. The Rya who is my best friend would have made sure to check in.
Anxiety and confusion ripple through me in unending waves. I thought last night meant something to her, because it sure did to me. But… maybe I was wrong about how she felt. If Jaxon had been around last night, would she have sought to distract herself in his arms instead? Would she have let him fuck her? Maybe it was about human connection for her and not specifically me.
Jaxon’s voice snaps my attention back to him, and my head bobs up to stare. His dick is fully erect behind his boxer briefs, and he has a hand resting on it, his lip caught between his teeth again. “Fuck, Rya. You’re killing me.”
Her soft, throaty, fucking sexy laugh has steam blowing out my ears. None of this is for me. It’s all for him. My head is near to exploding with what I willingly admit is jealous rage. She thought about me for two seconds when he brought me up. Would she have asked about me otherwise? Question after question ravages my mind and slices my heart to pieces.
The lust-filled expression on that asshole’s face isabout to send me. “That’s it, baby.” Jaxon’s breath hitches. “Touch yourself for me.”
I go stock-still, every cell of my body screaming in anguish.She wouldn’t.
“That’s it. You’re such a good girl for me.”
Her soft moans threaten to be my undoing. My heart is being beaten to a pulp by Rya, and she’s not even aware of it.
“Are you wet, Ry?”
“Y-yes. So wet.”
And then Jaxon does the unthinkable. He shoves the front of his boxer briefs down and pulls out his cock. Raking his teeth over his lip, he begins to stroke himself in front of her… and me. “That’s it. Get yourself off. Imagine it’s me touching you.”
It’s debatable why he feels he can look long and hard at me, but he does, his hot eyes issuing a challenge, though it’s unclear what exactly it entails. My blood races from my head down to my traitorous cock, making it hard, despite the fact that I’m about as pissed off at my stepbrother as I’ve ever been. And Rya—I don’t even know what I’m feeling where she’s concerned, but she’s putting me through hell.
With my fury reaching an all-time high, the decision is made. At the very least, I’m going to give this fucker more than his conniving, sly ass bargained for. I set my phonedown on the desk before ambling over to the foot of the bed. Jaxon’s cock is thick and hard, dripping with pre-cum. He’s using it to slicken his length as he slowly strokes himself while watching Rya get herself off.
“Fuuuck, Rya. That’s hot. Keep going.” His eyes hold a daring, dark light, his fist shuttling up and down his erection. His lips part, mouth dropping open. “Fuck, yes.”
Rya’s gasp does things to me. I can imagine what he’s seeing, because that was mine, if only for one night.
“I like it when you play with your nipples. I wanna put my mouth on them.” And while he’s saying those things to her, he’s watching me where I stand opposite him. The smirk might not be on his face where she notices it, but it’s definitely in his eyes.
“Oh god. Jaxon.”
His lips twist as he smiles at her on the screen. Or at me. Hard to tell. But I’ve had enough of his antics. I shove my pajama bottoms off and kick them to the side, then wrap my hand around my dick. Give myself a lazy stroke. Stare at him from under heated, hooded eyes.
His stomach dips, but he doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to slide his hand up and down his shaft. As I follow his movements with my eyes, more pre-cum seeps from him. His bold eyes meet mine, lock, and hold.
Fucking hell. I climb onto the edge of the bed and kneel there, forcing him to acknowledge my presencewhile daring him to keep going with me this close. It takes everything in me not to make a sound. My heart rate skyrockets as electricity shoots down my spine. I’m gonna make him pay.
It’ll be a miracle if I don’t bring even more hurt crashing down on my head in the process.
Fire threatens to consume me from the inside out. I rock my hips, pumping my cock with a firm grip, all while watching Jaxon begin to falter, sweat breaking out on his brow. “Fuck. Fuuuck,” he groans out as he throws his head back. He doesn’t say her name, and it occurs to the jealous, vindictive part of me that I might be the reason for that.
“I’m coming,” Rya moans, the breathless sounds of her climax reverberating through our hotel room.
If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine I’ve gone back in time to last night. But I haven’t. And that orgasm isn’t one I’ve given her.
“Fuck, yes. Give it to me,” Jaxon rasps, his gaze moving quickly from the phone screen where my girl cries out before flicking upward to me. Heat blasts through my body, and I choke back a groan, closing my eyes against what’s happening. “Open your eyes.”
My heart thuds hard at the command in his voice, beating on my rib cage, and they pop open.
“Good fucking girl.” He nods, a sexy grin breaking across his face, though whether he meant the cocky-as-shit smile for me or for the girl he’s praising, I’ll never fucking know. His brow twitches up in amusement that is most definitely aimed at me.
Dick. I stare daggers at him while he continues to slowly jerk himself. He shifts on the bed, pushing himself up a little bit.
“Was that okay?” Rya’s hesitant voice hits my ears, and I exhale harshly, my chest dipping with the release of air.
