Page 3 of House Rules
That was the moment I realized it wasn’t just Con. It never had been.
I wanted Maverick, too. And Storm. And Atticus.
I wanted all of them.
Which meant I didn’t deserveanyof them. Especially not Con.
That was the moment I realized that the notes I’d been finding in my locker, the anonymous text messages calling me a slut and a whore and telling me Con deserved better…they were all true. He did deserve better. He deserved a woman who would want him and him alone.
The next day, I told Con I couldn’t see him anymore. How could I, knowing how depraved I was? It wouldn’t be fair to him. I would end up hurting him, and probably destroying the relationship he had with his friends.
That wasn’t going to happen. So I broke his heart, and then I sat on the floor of the seventh-floor ladies’ room and bawled.
“You’re so big, baby,” the blonde croons, jerking my attention back to the present. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, long and standing up straight and proud. He’s so thick I wonder if my fingers would even touch if I were to wrap them around?—
“What the fuck are you doing?” he sneers at the girl. “You think your dry hands are enough to make me fuck you? I told you to prove how much you want my cock.”
His hands go to her hair again, and this time he moves her closer, making her take all of him in her mouth. She chokes and struggles, but he doesn’t relent. He pushes her face harder into his groin, and tears stream down her face.
I should be repelled by his roughness and his lack of consideration for her. I should thank my stars, once again, that I ended things before we got to this point. I’m not disgusted, though, and I don’t feel lucky.
My core throbs, and my lips tingle as I wonder what his dick feels like sliding over her tongue and down her throat, and I’m oddly irritated by the girl. If she’s struggling, she’s wasting the opportunity. Even I know you don’t fight the type of control that Con demands…you give into it. You give yourself to it, and you take the moment to experience everything he offers.
You don’t look any deeper, and you don’t search for love in the hands that grip you.
Men only ever use love to manipulate and control. This is straight up sex and lust, and that’s all I need or want from anyone.
Con is using this girl’s body, but as far as I can tell, he hasn’t made any empty promises to her. He doesn’t lay out expectations for a relationship. He has no intention of ever meeting her parents, or inviting her to meet his. That waitress knew exactly what she was getting…exactly what she was offering…when she came into this room. So why is she fighting it?
“Fuck,” he growls, the sound one of disappointment, not lust. “Your mouth isn’t showing me how much you want this. Try harder or get the fuck out.”
To the waitress’s credit, she widens her hips and balances herself by placing her hands on Con’s thighs, then pushes her mouth down further on his cock, taking more of it.
I shouldn’t be here in this room, a hidden voyeur to this girl’s efforts, but I can’t help but watch and wish I were her.
My body responds to his commands, even though they’re not meant for my ears. I can feel thedampness between my legs growing. My nerves awaken, hoping for his touch, begging for the pleasure I know he can give me and the pleasure I want to give him.
She’s not ready for him. But that doesn’t stop her from trying.
I hate her for it. And I hate myself even more—for wanting to take her place. For knowing I could do it better.
But Con doesn’t see me anymore. Maybe he never did.
If we’re both lucky, he’ll never see me again.
Con growls out something else under his breath as he pulls the waitress off of him and pushes her back on the bed.
“Strip. Maybe your pussy is better than your mouth.”
She says nothing, but immediately stands, wipes the tears from her eyes and the spit from her lips as she takes off her clothes. She tries to do it slowly, to give him a show, but he’s unappreciative.
“God damnit, take your fucking clothes off.”
The rest of her clothing comes off much quicker.
He grips her by the back of the neck again as she tries to kiss him, instead turning her around and bending her over the mattress, her ass high in the air.
I watch his hand start on her lower back and move down her ass, caressing her delicate skin down to her mid-thigh and then back up to her pussy. I can almost feel his hands ghosting down my body in the same way.
