Page 69 of Pick Six
I’m busy processing the information though.
“Is that why you brought me up here?” I ask softly.
“Fuck no,” Alex practically growls the words. “I didn’t know anyone was up here. No way would I let these fuckers see you.”
“So I’m not good enough for that kind of fun?” I question.
“Walked right into that one.” Gabe lets out a choked laugh.
“Saint…” Alex wraps his other arm around my waist and lowers his lips to my ear. “You’re better than enough.”
“So then I don’t see what the problem is.” I shrug, acting a lot braver than I feel because if I was going to keep pushing the boundaries of what it meant to be Alexander Xavier’s fake girlfriend—be the woman on his arm, go to VIP parties, kiss him, fuck him—then I want to be her, not a poor imitation.
“I told you. They don’t get to see you.” Alex’s hand digs into my hip like he’s worried but I can feel him going hard despite what he’s saying.
“He can’t see through the water with all these bubbles.” I give Alex a devious little grin. “Can you?” I look up at Gabe and he gives me a sly grin in return.
“Nope.” Gabe shakes his head.
“See?” I say to Alex, grabbing his hand through the water and sliding it between my legs as I spread them.
“Fuck… Saint. After tonight, I’m too fucking weak for this,” he grumbles against my shoulder, kissing me softly but letting his fingers brush over me through the fabric.
I lean back against his chest, brushing my lips over his neck and rocking my hips just enough so his cock is cradled against me. He’s so hard and his breathing is already getting heavier just talking about it. I can tell he wants this, wants me like this.
“Touch me. Show him how easily you can make me come,” I whisper against his skin.
“Christ, you’re fucking evil,” he practically growls the words, but his fingers slip beneath the fabric, spreading me and swiping over my clit.
I’m already so turned on that I close my eyes and let out a ghost of an involuntary whimper just from that contact alone. Him touching me like this in front of one of his teammates, knowing he’s watching, feels illicit. Like I get to be someone else for a while. One of the women Alex might actually have picked up and taken home because she was wild enough for him.
He’s rough at first with his strokes, punishing me I’d guess for tempting him into this, but then he slows like he wants to draw it out for me.
I feel his lips and tongue against my throat, and I writhe as he teases my clit with the tips of his fingers, giving me pressure and then taking it away. It feels so fucking good I would probably consider letting him fuck me like this, right here in front of Gabe, but for my sanity, I need to take baby steps. There’s only so much of this I can take at once.
“Should open your eyes, Saint. Watch him watching you. See how fucking jealous he is that I get to touch you and he can’t.”
I open my eyes halfway, too nervous to look him in the eye I just let them flick over his chest. But I can feel Gabe’s on me, watching me, and Alex gives me more teasing pressure, dragging another needy whimper from me.
“Fuck…” I whisper, taking a deep breath while I can.
“You like that? The way he looks at you?”
“I like the way you touch me,” I breathe because what’s turning me on more than Gabe watching me is Alex touching me like this, focused on me regardless of who’s here. Wanting me badly enough that he doesn’t care. Letting me play the part even though his jealousy is almost as bad as mine.
“I know, Saint.” He kisses his way up my throat until his mouth brushes over the shell of my ear. “You’re such a fucking good girl. You gonna show him how you come for me? How perfect you are?”
“Yes,” I say softly, nodding as he picks up the pressure and the pace of his fingers over my clit, taking me to the edge so fast I barely have time to think before he pushes me over it. I come hard, gasping and whimpering while he massages me through the last wave of pleasure. I lean back against his chest, trying to catch my breath as he holds me close.
“Fuck me…” I hear Gabe grunt, and I suddenly remember he’s still here, my eyes opening. Gabe’s looking over me, his eyes darkening. If it wasn’t for how much I want Alex, how stupidly single-minded I’ve become over him, I might be tempted by the way Gabe’s eyes travel over me.
I smile, a stupid happy sated smile that I managed to play this game with Alex when he stands abruptly. He grabs a couple of towels from the shelf near the edge of the hot tub, throwing one around him and then reaches for me, pulling me out of the water. He wraps me in one and when I go to look at him, his eyes meet mine and my breath catches in my throat. He looks predatory, half anger, half lust and if I didn’t trust him with my life, I might be worried right now.
He hauls me into his arms, and carries me back into the house, pushing open one of the doors and laying me down on a bed before he goes back to the door, shutting and locking it then stalking over to me again. He tosses the towel and his shorts before he pulls the towel back from my body and his eyes meet mine again.
A moment later we hear the door to the deck open and shut again, then the bathroom door after it. Alex smirks, his eyes traveling over my body before he climbs onto the bed with me.
“You know he’s going in there to jack off thinking about you. Wishing he could touch you the way I do.”
