Page 80 of Pervade Montego Bay
James was standing there. “What are you doing?”
“She got turned around,” said Xavier. “You know how she is.”
Looking skeptical, James’ glare bounced back and forth between the two of us. “Not here,” he finally said.
He walked away and we followed him into another bedroom.
James leaned back against the wall with his arms folded. Something had happened. I wished I knew what. Tension crackled between them, their chemistry edging toward anger.
As James looked at me his expression softened. I was again reminded of all he’d endured…all that had made him this way—hard and unreachable.
I raised my arms as Xavier pulled James’ T-shirt off me.
“Tie her to the bed,” James demanded.
Xavier hesitated as though trying to read his intentions. He looked around and then went over to a chest of drawers and pulled out two ties. Proof again these men shared a history.
A shiver of uncertainty raced over me at this hint of erotic danger. Even so, I felt a rush of excitement that we’d made it back to this.
James closed the blinds, pushing out the daylight and casting us in shadows. I lay down on the bed and Xavier used the neckties to secure my wrists to the headboard.
I immediately became aroused as I caught their shared glances of intimacy. I’d yearned to see their affection for each other because in the space between them was the expanse where I belonged.
“I’m going to fuck her and you’re going to watch,” warned James.
Xavier threw him a wary glance.
My body shuddered at seeing their rivalry fueled with masculine power, the sensual scene continuing to play out despite all the uncertainty.
James quickly stripped off all his clothes, proudly displaying his muscular body—that haunted look in his eyes revealing so much…
He approached the end of the bed, staring down at me like I was prey he was about to devour, his erection stiff and curling up his abdomen.
Xavier began to undress, keeping his gaze on James.
James ignored him. “Emily, this is what’s known as a goodbye fuck.”
Xavier walked over and grabbed James’ arm. “We talked about this.”
Freeing both wrists, I sat up and watched wide-eyed at what looked like a fight brewing.
James pressed Xavier back against the wall. “You know it’s the right decision.”
“You’re not doing that to her,” snapped Xavier.
“Don’t accept an invitation to bed and show surprise when I blow the whole thing up,” James sneered. “It’s me, remember?”
Xavier pushed James away and then spun him around so that his back crashed against the brick. “You’re trying to make us hate you by pushing us away.”
James was already leaning in for a forceful, passionate kiss, an impressive show of power. Their lips clashed together, their tongues lashing, mouths widening, each man struggling to gain control before they both surrendered, slipping into an affectionate embrace.
James stepped away. “You still love me after everything,” he teased. “How endearing.”
“You know I do.”
“That’s your mistake.” James opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a tube of lubricant.
“Seriously?” Xavier’s erection contradicted his scornful tone.
