Page 61 of Every Move You Make

“How did you get in here?” she asks, straightening her dress. “Did I leave it unlocked?”

I clear my throat, but it’s useless. “Yeah,” I lie.

“Wait, how do you know where I live? You’ve never been to my new place.”

“That’s not important.” I round the couch and pick up her injured hand. “Are you okay?” Judging by the fact that it’s freezing cold and doesn’t look too swollen, I can assume the answer.

“Yeah,” she nods. A line forms between her eyebrows, then she looks down at Dell. “I’m sorry,” she says to him.

He throws an arm around the back of the couch and looks between us. “What’s going on with you two?”

“I could ask the same thing.”

“I could ask the same thing!” Robyn shouts and the three of us are motionless, waiting for someone—anyone—to make the first move.

I look down at Dell. “You first. Tell me the truth.”

He smirks. “I thought I told you. Rules were made to be broken.” He grabs Robyn’s hand and pulls her on top of him. “And if you’re such a rule-follower, then watching us wouldn’t be breaking any rules, would it, Coach?”

Oh fuck1. He has me right where he wants me: with my back against the wall. I might as well be wearing handcuffs, a blindfold, and a gag by the way I’m rendered completely useless.

Dell gently tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, his gaze on hers. “Draw the blinds and sit in that chair, Isaiah,” he commands, like I’m nothing more than an errand boy. My heart plummets into my stomach, but like the sheep I am for him, I obey.

He’s going to make me watch. He’s going to touch and kiss and take her right in front of me because he can.

Because he can.And I can’t.

Sitting in the chair catty-corner to them and placing my hands on my thighs, I wipe the sweat from my palms on my jeans.

“Is this okay?” Dell asks her, his voice lower than a whisper.

Robyn chances a look at me and then back to him and nods. “Yes.”

“Good. Just tell me to stop if you need to. Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? Oh, yes,” he grins devilishly, drawing the skirt of her dress up and exposing the ivory skin of her ass. He toys with the waistband of her black panties. “I believe you said I could touch you anywhere.”

He kisses her, their mouth connecting like magnets, like they were always meant to be this way, and he groans. Peeks of tongue quickly find their place inside the other’s mouth as their kissing grows into a storm of passion. Wet lips glisten and hands grope while my dick stands at full attention, but I don’t dare touch it. I don’t deserve to.

In a flash, she gasps as Dell bands anarm around her and pins her back down on the cushions, the top of her head closest to me. He kneels between her legs, slowly slides his hands up her strong thighs, and pulls off her panties. He flashes me a satisfied smile, like he knows he’s already won. When he inhales the panties like they’re cookies fresh from the oven, jealousy, arousal, and a kernel of unexplainable joy collide in a maelstrom behind my chest.

An embarrassing whimper escapes my lips, but he ignores me.

“Completely bare?” he asks in awe, then groans. “Show me that pretty pussy, darlin’. Open up.”

Darling?He calls her darling?

Placing one leg on the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor, she spreads her legs, and he bites his lower lip in admiration. “Good girl. God, you’re beautiful.” He swipes a finger between her legs, causing her back to arch. “And you’re soaking wet for me,” he says with a pained expression.

“Yes,” she whines.

“Does this pussy ache?” he asks, his corded forearm flexing. Why whywhyare his forearms so fucking sexy? “Does it ache for someone who can actually take care of you?” He zeros in on me. “Someone who knows how special you are and can treat you like a queen?”

“Yes. It aches,” she whimpers and cants her hips up, searching for more.

“Don’t worry,” he grins and settles between her thighs, his pointed gaze back on mine. “I…won’t keep you waiting.”

And with that, the imaginary gun pointed at my head fires.

“Yes,” Robyn moans, her hands flying to her breasts as Dell finally shuts up and dives in. His big hands dig into her inner thighs, his rings reflecting sparkles of low light. “Dell,” she sighs.

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