Page 38 of Lords of Misrule
“Yeah, no thanks.” I flip a look to Finn and Rowan.
Finn just grins but the arrogant smirk on Rowan’s face wears on my nerves.
“Here.” Rowan grabs his office chair and pushes it in my direction.
I start to stand, and Charlotte’s hands wrap around my bicep, doing her level best to support me. More humiliation washes over me that she has to help at all.
“I’m good,” I reassure her quietly.
“You’re not good. I can help. Here… you hold the towel, and I’ll hold the ice.” She’s leaning over me, one leg on either side of my knee. The smell of her shampoo and sex envelops me.
“I’ve got it,” I insist, trying to take the ice pack and adjust my cock, so she doesn’t see or feel how hard I am.
“Just let me help,” she huffs, a tinge of irritation to the reassuring tone in her voice.
“That’s not the kind of help he wants, Duchess,” Rowan muses, his eyes dancing with a taunt as he studies me.
“What?” Charlotte’s too focused on the ice pack and my face to understand his meaning.
He comes up behind her and slides his hand under the shirt she’s wearing, the motion raises it up enough to give me a flash of what’s underneath, and I avert my eyes.
She’s my friend. We’refriends. I have a girlfriend. A girlfriend who doesn’t seem to fucking want me to be her boyfriend. But still a fucking girlfriend in name anyway.
“Rowan…” She gasps and her eyes close as his hand slips between her legs. “I’m trying to…” Her voice fades as she swallows, and I look past her to Rowan—his eyes hard set as he watches me watching them.
“You can help him take his mind off the pain. Let him finish watching you get fucked the way you need it.” Rowan’s eyebrow raises in question, wanting to silently confirm what he suspects.
Fucking help me because I don’t say no. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me, confusion marring her face. I can barely stand to look at her when her eyes meet mine, the question there in them. She rolls her lower lip between her teeth and her brows knit together, but Rowan pulls her backward.
“Come on, Duchess. Let’s finish you off. Let him see how well you take me and Finn.”
Fuck. I want to leave. I want to stay. I want to run, and I want to watch. But instead I’m just stuck here, glued to the chair while Rowan hands her off to Finn again.
Finn takes his shirt back, exposing her again, but her eyes never leave mine. I pull the towel away, the blood slowing now that I have the ice pack and it falls to my lap. I absently run my palm over myself through my sweats and her eyes fall hard on the motion. There’s not much left to the imagination, because I’m rock fucking hard now, and Rowan’s right. I’ve forgotten the throbbing sensation in my face because I can only think about the one that’s between my fucking legs. Dying to be put out by watching her.
Finn’s taken on Rowan’s role, his hand between her legs as she leans back against him. I can tell how wet she is by the way she coats his fingers each time he strokes them over her clit, and she writhes under his touch. A few muted moans reach me all the way over here like they’re climbing up my spine and invading every sense I have.
Rowan’s pulling himself back out, stroking his cock and watching Finn torment her. This must be the reason the tension between them has dropped from its former sky-fucking-high state. Finn and Rowan have somehow come to a fucked-up compromise over her. It’s all making sense now.
Her eyes are still fixed on me though, and I shift mine to the floor again. I’ve never felt so fucking conflicted in my life. So turned on by something that feels wrong.
“You can watch.” Rowan’s tone is muted, and when I look up his fingers are running through her hair as she looks up at him. “You don’t care if he watches, do you?” He looks down at Charlotte, she shakes her head no, and then looks at me.
“You can stay… if you want,” she offers softly.
My heart skips in my chest, and my fingers flex around the ice pack. There’s a question in her eyes like she’s wondering if I like this or if I’m judging her for it. And fuck, I’m not at all. I’m just thinking how much I wish I could be a part of it. That she’d ever look at me the way she looks at them.
I should leave. Put distance between myself and this whole scene. Give myself time to process. But I want to watch her come, even if it’s not me who’s taking care of her. I want to see what she looks like. I want her to know I’m watching and loving every fucking second of it.
I don’t move to leave, and I see the telltale smirk on Rowan’s face. His hand cups her chin and his thumb slides over her lips.
“You need to finish what you started, Duchess. Let me coat this throat of yours. Show Hudson how well we can all get along when we want to.”
Her tongue slides over him then before she takes him in her mouth, and a moment later, I watch as Finn’s hand slides over her ass and down her thigh before he slides inside her again. He shudders, and his jaw tightens when he’s all the way inside. I’ve never had a bad thought toward Finn in my life, but I might hate him now. Just a little bit—and a bit more when he starts to fuck her, and she moans softly around Rowan’s cock. Her hand fists around him as she sucks him, and Rowan closes his eyes as he mutters little muted phrases of praise as she works on him.
But it’s the thing that happens next that changes the fucking chemistry in my brain forever.
Her eyes open and they lock on mine for a moment before they drift down to where I’m absently pressing my palm over my cock. I’m so fucking hard, and so desperate I’m imagining it’s her mouth on me. Her hand strokes down over him and her eyes lift to meet mine and drift down once more. Almost like she’s encouraging me.
