Page 63 of Say You Love Me

“Well you’re more than welcome to pop over any time,” Rylee says. “I’ve got my whole kit here. I would whip something up and have you in a chair in no time.”

It’s only then that I notice his fingers have fallen to touch the skin of Finity’s arm ever so slightly. It’s supposed to be a movement of innocence, as if he’s unaware of how dangerously close he is to my wife, but I know better. He’s trying to stake his claim in front of my friends. He’s challenging me, arousing my jealousy.

“Maybe you could do one now?” I swear Ava batters her lashes as she says it. She’s unaware of Rylee’s fingers grazing the skin of my wife. She’s unaware how Finity’s entire body erupts into goosebumps, how her nipples peak under the flimsy material of her summery dress. But Liam’s not. His eyes travel over her inquisitively before turning to me, lifting his brows. I don’t say a word.

“Well, aren’t you a little too eager,” Liam says, embarrassing Ava. “It seems strange though that a tattoo artist would have so little tattoos.”

Rylee laughs, his hand still dangerously stroking Finity’s skin. “You know what they say…” He ponders for a moment and then he continues, “Actually, I don’t know what they say, but I’ve got this crippling fear that when I decide on a design, I’m going to hate it once it’s on my skin. So I haven’t got any.” He shrugs as though it’s normal.

Liam gets to his feet. “Well, we’ve got to get Sookie home before it gets much darker and Megan complains that I’ve had her out in the cold for too long.”

Ava pouts. “You always ruin my fun.”

She still hasn’t noticed the way Rylee’s fingers trail over Finity’s shoulder. Back and forth. Touching her so softly, so discreetly yet the motion is as clear as if he’d kissed her right in front of them. It riles my rage. Ignites my anger. But I contain it.

I ignore Liam’s questioning look, and disregard Ava’s leading questions and wish them goodnight, waiting until they have disappeared down the street before turning back inside.

Finity has gotten up from the couch. She’s standing by the fireplace, her back straight, her body taut as Rylee stands beside her, not touching, but his body straining toward her as though the small gap between them is torture.

I storm over, splitting them apart, and fist my fingers into Finity’s hair, pulling her head back and tilting her mouth to mine. And then I kiss her hungrily and desperately. She responds instantly, turning to me, pressing her body against mine and winding her own fingers into my hair. She pants heavily when my mouth falls to her neck, leaning to the side to offer me more of her flesh. I devour it eagerly, my eyes lifting to meet Rylee’s as I run my tongue along her collarbone.

Her fingers tremble as she pulls them from my hair and starts to fumble with the buttons of my shirt. She’s pawing at me like someone demented, such is her need.

Pain flashes across Rylee’s gaze because he knows she will never crave him like she craves me. It’s obvious in her movements. Every time she is with Rylee, I am the one to direct her, instruct her. I’m the one who tells her when to touch him, stroke him, when to take him in her mouth. She’s only ever opened her legs when I instructed her. She’s only ever whimpered over the way he’s made her feel because I was watching. She’s only ever welcomed him inside her because it was what I wanted.

Power mingles with lust. I want to torment them both. I want to toy and play with their emotions. I want them both under my command.

I trap Finity’s trembling fingers by wrapping mine around her wrists and pulling her hands away. I drag her toward Rylee and place her fingers over the hem of his t-shirt, watching as she lifts it up his body and he raises his arms, allowing her to peel it over his head. His hair dances as it flops back over eyes dark with lust. He wants her. It’s so plain to see. It’s so obvious, so raw. I almost want to laugh. I’m drunk with power.

She presses kisses down his neck, over his collarbones, between the swells of his pecs. His eyes roll back as she begins to fumble with the buttons of his jeans and it just about undoes him. But I can tell from the way his eyes roam her body that he wants more than this. He wants more than just her mouth. He wants all of her. He wants to fuck her as desperately as though he hadn’t been inside her time and time again.

Getting to my feet, I reach for her hand, just as she’s about to release him.Spinning her around, I push my mouth to hers, relishing the way she comes to me so easily. Rylee’s lip twitches as he watches us.

He hates it.

Rage burns in his eyes. The veins of his neck pulse. Threading my fingers into her hair, I tilt her head back, exposing the column of her throat. I kiss my way down, removing her clothing as I go. There’s a battle raging within Rylee. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to share. He never has. He wants her all for himself but he will never have her. When I swirl my tongue over her breast, he turns away. Iguide her up the stairs, leaving Rylee standing alone in the living room.

She never looks back at him.

Once we’re in the bedroom, I strip naked. Finity’s eyes travel over me hungrily.

“Say you love me,” I demand of her.

“I love you.” There’s no hesitation. The words are said strongly and firmly. With my quick stride swallowing the space between us, I reach for my wife. Her skin feels smooth under my touch. I run my hands over every inch of her, the gentle swell of her stomach, the curve of her waist, the dips of the dimples just above her ass.

And this time, I feel no guilt. I feel nothing but the heat and the lust between us, the way it used to be. The way it should be. Pushing her onto the bed, I don’t waste my time in crawling over her and sinking into her. She’s tight and warm and feels like home.

I’m rocking into her, relishing the sounds of her pants and her gasps when I hear the creak of the stairs.

Withdrawing from her, I roll over, lowering myself to the bed, pulling Finity on top of me. I lie back, my head resting on the pillow as Finity grips my shoulders and lowers herself onto my cock, moaning delightfully as I fill her. She’s so tight, so wet, so ready, it almost undoes me then and there. But I resist until I see him.

I wait until he appears, leaning in the doorway and locks eyes with me. And then he stands and watches, Finity completely unaware as she rides my cock, writhing on top of me, tossing her head back in rapture. I feel her quickening inside and reach up to twist her nipples just as she cries out and collapses.

I cannot contain my smirk as I hold her tight, her body shuddering. Pushing her back up, I hold her hips in place and I ignore him watching as I thrust into my wife, fucking her wildly until I too come undone.

And when she snuggles into my arms, Rylee is no longer in the doorway.

chapter twenty-eight

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