Page 64 of Mine to Share

“Is it all about her, or are you expecting you and me to…?”

His smirk at me not being able to finish the sentence pissed me right off. The bastard clearly loved seeing me uncomfortable.

“Honestly, that’s not something I’m into.”

“So you don’t want to touch my dick,” I said, just to see his reaction.

He froze for a second before shooting me a cautious look. “Doyouwant me to touch your dick?”

“No. Like I said, just setting parameters.”

His shoulders drooped.

Huh. Not sure if I should be relieved or offended at his clear relief.

“I told you before why I like the idea of three. I enjoy giving up control when I can, when the trust is there. It’s not about me being sexually attracted to the other male partner—it’s about her. If she’s happy being taken care of, then that’s what matters, whether that’s me sitting back and watching her face as she comes around your dick or eating her oh-so-sweet cunt while she sucks you off. As long as she’s turned on by it and not uncomfortable, then I’m game. But no, I don’t want to touch your dick. No offense.”

“I don’t think I could give up control,” I muttered.

“Which is why if this, whatever we decide to do, happens, I think it would work. Because Rain doesn’t want control either. She has a lot of false ideas in her head from that asshole ex of hers—”

“Like what?” Anger shot through me at the mention of her ex-husband. The hand resting along the bar curled into a tight fist.

“Like the fact that she doesn’t understand that I find pleasure in touching her, in givingherpleasure. She seems to think returning the favor is a requirement, as if the only reason I devoured her tasty pussy was so she’d suck me off.”

“I hope I get to meet this motherfucker one day,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.

“You and me both.”

His words made me pause. “You never met him?”

“Nope. He never came around the station. I’m assuming that was because he knew someone’s sidearm might accidentally misfire in his direction if he did.”

A snort caught in my throat. “I’ll think about it. What you’re saying. It’s nothing I’ve done before, and I’m not sure I can share. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a possessive asshole.”

Jameson muttered something I didn’t understand before raising his hand. “You ready?” At my nod, he motioned for our tab. “I’ll call Rain and see—”

My phone vibrating on the bar and the name flashing on the screen cut him off. With a quick swipe, I answered Rain’s call and pressed the smooth screen to my ear.

“Hey, we were—”

“Slade.” My spine went ramrod straight at the quiver in her voice. Jameson noticed the change immediately and pulled out his wallet, slamming a hundred down on the bar without looking away from the phone in my hand.

“Rain, what’s going on? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” My heart hammered against my chest. All the dark and demented things I’d seen people do to others flashed through my mind, making a horror film of possibilities.

“I got home and…. The police are on their way.”

“Rain,” I snapped as I shoved off the stool. Not caring about the people I clipped with my wide shoulders, I pushed through the crowd toward the front door. “Talk to me.”

“Someone broke into my house,” she whispered, the tears clear in her trembling tone. “I’m waiting outside, and….” A loud breath blew across the speaker. “I’m scared.”

Ice flooded my veins. The idea of her out on the sidewalk unprotected, scared, and wanting me to be there was almost paralyzing. Outside the bar, I raced for my car, footsteps pounding behind me.

“We’re on our way. Stay on the phone with me, baby. Don’t hang up. We’ll be there soon.” The car rocked when I jerked the driver’s door open. Using my shoulder, I kept the phone pressed to my ear as I started the engine and slammed the door shut. Jameson wasn’t fully in his seat before I pressed on the gas.

His curses filled the car, followed by the slam of his door.

“Rain, are you there?” Heart in my throat, I flicked on my flashing lights and siren, racing through a red light.

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