Page 3 of Escaping the King
If I wanted to come within ten feet of her, I had to wear a condom.
And now, Carlo wanted to marry her.
As in, he’d already put a ring on her finger and set a date.
Where the fuck did that leave me?
Sitting here on a fucking couch.
Five drinks in.
While Carlo was in Giselle’s room, holding her in his arms.
Fuck.
I was a goddamn chump.
Even my dad had clued in.
He’d told me that she didn’t look at me the way she looked at Carlo.At the time—I didn’t want to admit it.But I think the old bastard was right.
Fuck.
“Sorry, what?”I shook my head from side to side and tried to get the image of Giselle looking at my brother like he was her greatest love out of my mind.Because she was mine.
“Oh, nothing.I just said I loved this episode.”Sophia smiled and leaned over a bit more.Any further and her tits were in danger of falling right out of that thin, sexy as fuck nightie.The spaghetti straps were only there for decoration.They weren’t holding anything up.
If I brushed one off her shoulder—her entire silky black nightie would fall to the floor.
My dick woke up at that thought.
“I can leave if you want?I couldn’t sleep and I heard the TV on.So, I thought I’d come up and keep you company.”
My dick got harder.
Keep me company.
I tossed the rest of my glass back and swallowed.I kept my eyes on her chest the whole time.
I could fuck her right now if I wanted to.
She was clearly ready and willing.I could sidle up behind her, lift the short nightie, and fuck her right there against the couch.And she’d be fucking grateful for my cock.
She wanted it.I’d known that for a while.In her eyes, I wasn’t some pity fuck.
No.
In her eyes, I was a real fuck.Someone who she wanted to jump on and have a good time with.And to me, she could very easily be someone I could take my frustrations out on.
I bet she hadn’t gotten laid in a long time.She’d be nice and tight.
And desperate.
My cock was now fully hard and ready for Sophia to slide down on.
Yeah.
I’d let her do what she wanted.
