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Hoping that we’ll both make it out alive in the end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Everest
“Fuck,baby, just like that. I’m going to?—”
I hollow out my cheeks, slurping up the length of Rhys’s cock, making sure to drag my tongue along every inch. His taste alone is enough to have my eyes rolling to the back of my head while my hips furiously hump my mattress. The first hit of him on my tongue has me bucking down, spilling onto my comforter as I swallow every drop he’s giving me.
“Jesus,” he breathes out, throwing a hand over his face. “That’s a good way to wake up.”
I nod against his thigh, my throat a little sore as I let the bliss of my orgasm take over. I wasn’t expecting to wake up with Rhys running his fingers through my hair, urging me to open my mouth while still half asleep, but thank God he did. We both decided that it’s fair game between the two of us, which just makes the surprise dick first thing in the morning even hotter.
It’s been a few days of fucking around now and I can easily say it’s the most satisfied I’ve ever been in my entire life. We haven’t talked any more about exactly what we’re doing, both of us just opting to put on the blinders and ignore how monumentally bad this situation can get. Maybe I’ve thought of it briefly in passing that sleeping with my brother’s bestfriend might be crossing some line, but Rhys’s cock shuts those thoughts up quickly.
I groan when I turn my head and see that our spontaneous morning hookup has taken longer than I thought. I begrudgingly get up, knowing I have to take a quick shower to wash the sex off me before meeting Knox.
Rhys’s face is filled with searing heat as I stand, and I can feel the way his eyes track down my naked body. For someone who claims he’s straight, he does an awful lot of looking. Not that I mind, of course. He can look all he wants because the power in his stare is enough to boost my ego just a bit. He frowns when he sees me start to rifle through my drawers, picking out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt because it’s too hot out for jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asks, shifting in my bed so he can see me better.
“I have to get ready,” I call over my shoulder as I head into my ensuite bathroom. “I’m headed to Knox’s place for a bit.”
I set my clothes down on the counter and reach for my toothbrush. The electric whir sounds as I start brushing my teeth, too preoccupied in rooting through my drawers for some floss that I don’t realize Rhys has appeared right behind me. He places both arms on either side of me and my eyes flutter shut as his naked body drapes over mine. Fuck the effect he has on me.
“Knox?” He runs his nose up the back of my neck and I’m not fooled by his calm tone. I know Rhys well enough to tell when he’s angry.
I shrug, leaning forward to spit out the toothpaste. “Yeah. We’ll probably order some takeout and he’ll rewatch his current favorite horror movie while I study.”
“And what if he wants more?” he questions, fingers gripping the vanity so tightly his knuckles turn white. “What are you going to do about that, Everest?”
It’s not like Knox and I have been actively fucking. We haven’t in a while, and I hadn’t intended on doing anything else with him now that Rhys and I have started…whatever this is. Still, I’ve learned that I live to fuck with him, so I press my ass against his cock and meet his hard gaze in the mirror. “Jealous, Rhys?”
He clenches his jaw, looking like he wants to hold his tongue, but in the end, he can’t. “Extremely.”
“And why’s that?” I tease, enjoying how unhinged he looks, a snarl on his lips, his eyes deadly as steel.
“Don’t play the dumbass.” Brow furrowed, his hands find my bare hips. “You know why.”
Spinning in his hold, I lean back against the cool marble as I cock an eyebrow. “Maybe I don’t.”
“Bratty doesn’t look good on you, baby.”
“Then why is your dick hard,baby?”
He growls low under his breath and, in a move I wasn’t expecting, palms my ass so he can lift me up off the floor. I’m a big guy and my dick takes notice of the way he manhandles me onto the counter, plopping me down so he can step between my spread legs. Leaning in close, his teeth graze against my jaw, and my breaths shudder involuntarily.
“I thought I made it clear you weren’t fucking around with anybody else,” he snarls against my skin, his hands digging indents into the tops of my thighs.
I shake my head, trying to fight the chuckle I want to let out. Fuck, he’s so hot like this. All growly and possessive, but I’m not going to back down from seeing Knox. “He’s just a friend, Rhys. That’s all. Believe it or not, I actually have one.”
“A friend you’ve fucked who I’m sure wants to get his cock back inside what doesn’t belong to him.” My head falls back as he starts placing open-mouthed kisses on my neck, teeth nipping right under my ear. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
“N-No o-one,” I stutter out, gasping when he bites down in a way that makes my dick twitch. The hot suction of his mouth on me is going to make me rally, and I suddenly wish I had condoms in my bathroom. “Rhys…”
“You know you want to say it,” he taunts, licking at the spot he’s abused. As he raises his head to meet my stare, a smirk lifts the corner of his lips. “Who owns every inch of you?”
When his hand finds my dick, I’m a goner. I shudder in his hold and drape my arms around his neck, giving in to this tortuous game he’s playing. “You.”
