Page 48 of House Rules
Opening my eyes, I take a step forward, then stop dead. Con is lying on the couch in the little sitting room adjacent to my bedroom, sprawled out over the cushions with his shoes still on and his phone in his hand.
I jerk my hand free with a wheeze. “Fuck!”
“Hi, princess.” He doesn’t bother looking up from his screen.
“What the hell are you doing?”And how long have you been here?“Have you just been sitting there watching me?”
He glances up at that. “Well, you looked like you were thinking some heavy thoughts. I figured I’d give you a minute to work through—” He waves a hand in the vague direction of the door I’d been leaning against. “—whatever that was.”
I cross my arms over my chest. Con’s presence on top of everything Atticus just stirred is too much. I feel too exposed, too vulnerable to the way he manages to see every hidden part of me, and I can’t deal with it right now. He needs to leave. “Why are you here?”
His regard is steady and unapologetic. “I wanted to spend some time with you.”
And just like that, I know he’s not going anywhere until he’s satisfied whatever urge it was that brought him here. I pinch the bridge of my nose in defeat. “Don’t call me princess.”
“Oh, but I figured that living in this tower with us would be giving you Cinderella aspirations. Don’t worry, the spell will break—only at the end of the twelfth month, though, instead of the twelfth hour.” He laughs at his own joke.
“I don’t need to be reminded.”
Sitting up, he pats the cushion next to him, holding his phone out so once I sit, I’ll be able to see what he’s watching. “Come here.”
As soon as I see the two naked women on the screen, making out and touching each other, I roll my eyes.
“What the hell is this?”
He waggles his eyebrows in exaggerated fashion. “This, princess, is called lesbian porn. I know how much you like to watch, so I thought you’d like to watch with me.”
I avert my gaze, looking at him instead. “Don’t you get enough of this with all the women that you have coming up every single night?” I don’t understand how men, even ones as young as the Titans, can do nothing but eat, drink, and fuck.
“You would think so,” he says, his tone offhand. “But I find keeping the rotation fresh helps.”
He leans back on the couch, kicking his legs up onto the ottoman, and wraps an arm around me to drag my body to lie on top of his. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my ass, and it is so fucking tempting to press back into it.
But I do nothing. All of them…they’re such fucking teases.
“Lesbian porn not your thing, princess? Or if I slide my hand between those pretty little thighs of yours again, am I going to find that it most definitely is?”
“Nope, not my thing,” I say, hoping he doesn’t call me on my bluff and touch me, anyway. Although the arousal is from Atticus…and maybe a little from being pressed against his body now…I don’t think Con will care much about the distinction.
“Whatdoyou like?” he whispers into my ear, the timbre of his voice making my breath hitch. The fingers of the hand he has resting on my stomach begin moving in small circles.
I inhale an unsteady breath. “I don’t really know.I’ve never really had the time or inclination to watch a lot of porn and find out.”
“Hm. I have an idea,” he says. He pulls up another video, this one of a woman being shared between four men.
“Damnit, Con. This is harassment.” I make a half-hearted effort to get up, but the arm banded around my waist tightens, drawing me back.
“You signed a contract agreeing to harassment, princess.”
I fall silent, consciously willing my body to relax. My eyes reluctantly fix on the screen he holds in front of us, and once I start, I can’t stop watching, fascinated by the way the men share the woman. One man beneath her and another standing behind her…the other two taking turns at her mouth.
Her mouth was open—gasping or begging, I couldn’t tell—and that was the part that undid me. The surrender of it. The way the men worked together like they’d done it a hundred times. Like it was a game they all played and she was the prize.
I shift my hips a little, and Con lets out a growl behind me, his hand tightening once again.
“Can I ask you a question?” My hands fidget just above his on my waist, restless.
“Maverick would be in your ass. I would take that sweet cunt, and Storm and Atticus would share your mouth,” he replies instantly.
