Page 91 of Chandelier Sin
“I can deal with them.”
“On your own?”
“Yes.”
He gave a thoughtful nod. “Me and Jake back out and escape the nightmare that is Pendulum?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck off,” he said with affection, punching my arm.
Then he walked away.
Frustrated, I squeezed my eyes shut, realizing I’d had the chance to ask better questions and I’d squandered it.
I joined them in the living room.
Amelia sat on the couch with her shoes off and legs up, holding the remote control, trying to turn on the TV. She’d been here less than a minute and was already messing up my controller.
Greyson slipped out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes.
He pointed at me. “I know what you need.”
Really? Because her name is Eve and I doubt you know that.
Seeing my buddy with his sub stirred a rare kind of jealousyinside me. Their relationship had moved at lightning speed but at least it was uncomplicated. Still, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that they’d fallen fast.
Greyson loved to be in love and Amelia was really into him.
“Put the remote down,” he ordered her. “You’re a guest.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “What do you want to watch?”
Greyson closed the blinds.
A clear sign of what he had in mind.
“Trust me,” he said, “you need this.”
I wasn’t sure that was true, but Amelia was already shimmying out of her jeans and T-shirt.
“Take it all off,” he ordered her.
Being with another woman felt like I was betraying Eve. Which was total madness. It didn’t mean I couldn’t facilitate their fun, though.
“On your knees,” I ordered her.
She slid off the couch and settled on her knees, proving herself to be a well-trained sub. Jaw slack, she was ready for what was about to be placed inside her mouth.
“Take off your clothes, too,” I told Greyson.
He smirked as he unzipped his fly and then slid out of his slacks. Throwing them onto the arm of the couch.
When I pointed to his underwear, he stripped out of that, too. He stood tall and lean and muscled, his fit physique appearing regal in the soft lighting, with his thighs taut and his large dick in his hand.
“I want to watch,” I told them.
Win, win.
