Page 26 of Lords of Misrule
I frown, trying to figure out what he means. But I don’t have to wait long. A moment later he slides the pocket door open next to me, still shielding me from general view.
“Finn.”
The way he says his name—it’s a command. A summons. One Finn follows because a moment later he’s in the room with us, a confused expression on his face until his eyes follow Rowan’s to me. They rake over my naked and disheveled state, landing on my breasts and then falling down to where my pants and underwear are half-bunched around my hips before they cloud with lust. Finn slams the pocket door shut behind him, flipping the lock a second later and the sound of it ricochets in my chest and lands low.
Fourteen
Finn
Rowan’s lip curls in recognition when he sees my face. He knows I want her. That I’ve stayed away because I know he wants her just as much, and my loyalty still outstretches my lust. He pulls her forward by the throat, placing her between us but wrapping an arm around her and splaying his hand over her abdomen.
“Should feel how wet she is. She’s been in here fantasizing about sucking your cock.”
Her eyes dart away, and her cheeks color. Charlotte isn’t exactly shy, least of all around Rowan. But around me she’s different—all lowered lashes and surreptitious smiles—things I eat up like I’m fucking starved when it comes to her.
“That true?” I reach for her, running my fingers along her jaw, trying to bring her back to me. Get her to look at me and let her know that I’m here for her now. That I’ll make sure she gets rewards for her torment.
“Maybe,” she whispers, something soft in her eyes when they finally meet mine.
“Maybe.” Rowan laughs. “She thinks you’re going to fuck those girls you had in your lap but won’t do anything to stop it. So I thought I’d give her a little nudge.”
I raise my brow at Rowan subtly. We’ve been dancing around the subject of her. He’s made it clear he’s laid a claim, one we all need to fall in line on. I just want to be sure this is him actually stepping out of the way and not just tormenting us for fun as part of his chaos act tonight.
“Is that what this is?” I glance down at her state of undress.
“Nah. This was for me. Wasn’t it?” He kisses the side of her throat, and she closes her eyes, the slightest flutter of her lashes at his touch.
I tamp down hard on the jealousy I feel in its wake. That small sign that she wants him too. The kind of want that must be strong because these two hate each other most hours of the day. A barely stitched-together peace treaty that keeps us all on the same side.
One I worry will be ripped to shreds when one of them pushes the other too hard in a direction they don’t want to go. It’s why I don’t completely hate the idea of them fucking. This desperate sort of pent-up desire they have between them is the only glue that might keep it all on track. But I want her too.
I swipe my thumb over the stain on her lower lip, brushing back and forth over the soft plump flesh there. I want her lips wrapped around my cock, want to feel how much she wants me. Knowing how good her plush lips are going to feel when she sucks me dry. I need it.
“Feel how wet she is,” Rowan’s voice is low, and when our eyes lock, I see the flicker of jealousy there. He’s not used to this. Women come easily to him. Even more so than me.
My eyes shift to hers, searching for permission there as I reach to pull the rest of her clothes down.
“Are you wet for us?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I push her pants and underwear down her legs, and she steps out of them, her gorgeous body on full display. A sight I’ve been dying for—one Rowan’s taunted me about one too many times out on the ice.
“You want me to touch you?”
“Yes… Please.” Her eyes meet mine with a look that might bring me to my knees.
There’s a scoffing sound that comes from Rowan’s throat. He hates how sweet she always is with me and Hudson. But he holds his tongue, his eyes flashing with irritation that dissipates a moment later when she leans her head back on his shoulder as I slip my fingers between her legs.
“Fuck me,” I curse as she coats my fingers immediately.
“Warmed her up for you. Told her how good your cock would feel on her tongue. Didn’t I?” His hands run over her body and goosebumps break out over her skin where he touches her.
“Y-yes,” she stutters as I brush the pad of my thumb over her, circling her swollen clit. Her palms find my chest and run down it, landing on my belt and she starts to undo it. I’m hard as fuck, dying to feel her hands on me.
“You want to suck his cock?” Rowan asks, his eyes on me as he does it. Reminding me he’s in charge. She nods her yes.
“Come here where you’re comfortable then.” He walks them back, sitting down on the Chesterfield leather couch, and pulls her into his lap.
