She cocked her head, and I couldn’t ignore how close we were as her eyes turned mischievous.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she argued. “As long as you both keep finding ways to make it interesting.”
And then her hands went to my hips, and I slowed my body, instantly feeling the heat of Tyler’s stare on my back.
She licked her red lips and breathed against my face. “Let’s play with him.”
At first I narrowed my eyes, confused, but then I understood when I felt her hands run up my sides, in a slow and possessive gesture.
My pulse sped up, and I had a hard time keeping my breathing steady as her fingers dug into my hips and pulled me closer, her thigh fitting between my legs as she continued to move slowly to the music.
What the hell?
“Watch his face,” she instructed in my ear.
But I was afraid to look. On the one hand, I liked playing games and turning him on, but on the other hand, I was scared he would get ideas.
Twisting my head to the side, I raised my eyes, instantly drifting to Tyler. Guillory had left, and he pierced me with that stare. I knew how he looked angry, and I knew how he looked relaxed, but shivers ran down my arms, and I felt myself growing wet as he watched us with his heated gaze.
I knew that look.
He was two seconds from bending me over in a bathroom stall.
I started to move more, rolling my hips into Kristen and running my hands over her waist and hips.
She took the back of my neck in one hand and dipped her head under my ear as we lightly grinded our bodies for him.
“I don’t know whether he wants to see more or wants to tear me apart for touching you,” she joked.
But I knew the answer. Tyler wanted a lot of things. He wanted everything. But he would never choose one over the other. It was what it was, and he would never claim me like that. I knew as much.
“How far are you willing to go to find out?” I asked, challenging her.
She raised her eyebrows, giving me a “try me” look.
I took her hand and led her back over to the booth, slowing and dropping to my knees to the sofa as I inched over to him.
He narrowed his eyes on me, and I could see the shallow breaths that he was trying to hide.
“Did you like what you saw out there, Mr. Marek?” Kristen crawled over to him on the seat cushions.
He ran a finger over his lips as he looked at me. “What’s not to like?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, stopping and sitting back on her heels. “You looked… tense.”
Her sexy voice was filled with desire, and I suddenly felt like I wasn’t sure of what I was doing. This was a game. Someone was going to stop it.
Right?
“I was tense.” Tyler looked over to her, tipping her chin up. “You two are beautiful,” he allowed. “As long as you know she comes home with me.”
“How about we both go home with you?” she suggested.
Had I wanted her to say that? I couldn’t swallow past the lump in my throat.
Tyler didn’t answer, and before I knew what I was doing, I dipped my head to his neck, kissing the soft skin under his ear.
I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I caught his skin in my mouth, dragging it between my teeth.
“Kiss her,” I whispered. “Please.”
I saw him out of the corner of my eye as he hesitated, and then, slowly, he reached out and took her by the neck, bringing her in, their lips meeting.
I squeezed my eyes shut and took hold of him, trailing deep kisses over his neck and across his cheek, trying to own what was happening.
The sounds of their kissing and her moaning turned my blood cold and made my heart ache.
Kiss her, I thought. This needed to happen.
I would force myself to watch the whole damn thing and take any desire I had for him – any need – and twist it into knots to where nothing good could be made from it and no part of what I felt for him could ever be recognizable again.
I couldn’t have him. Not for good. He was sex, and he’d hurt me.
I’d have to let him go eventually. Why increase the inevitable pain on my heart when I could end it right now before he got a chance?
I didn’t want to love him. This needed to happen.
A tear fell down my face, and I quickly wiped it away as I pulled back and watched him. Not them, just him.
His hand was on my thigh as he kissed her, and he tried pushing it under my dress, but I slowly inched away, out of the scene.
“Keep going,” I urged. “Let me watch you.”
His tongue was in her mouth, and his other hand palmed her breast over her dress, and I envisioned it. Him taking her home, pulling the top of her dress down as he planted her ass on his desk and fucked her rough and dirty.
Or maybe he’d take her to bed. Let her ride him as he watched her body move.
I inched far enough away that his hand lost contact with my thigh, and I just sat there on my knees, watching him make out with another woman while I felt like he was slowly getting farther and farther away from me.
His eyes were closed; he wasn’t seeing me. My composure cracked, and more tears pooled in my eyes.