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I had a feeling Everest wasn’t straight, not by the way Knox was hanging all over him, but the proof in front of me is just… I’ve never imagined what he’s like during sex—I had no reasonto—but now that I’m watching his solo session unfold, I’m shocked. I thought that maybe he’d be shy and timid, a little sweet, but no. Everest is dirty as all hell, slutty as he runs his free hand up and down his chest, filthy as he gives himself no mercy.
I’ve caught myself in a trance, mesmerized by the way strong, corded muscles flex as he strokes himself. Magnetized with something hot and unexpected as he fucks himself with the dildo—harder and faster—just like he keeps begging. Panic wells in me. Not because I’m being a creep, but I’m getting turned on.
Not just turned on. I’m on fire right now. Scorching with molten lava that drips heavily over my skin, wrapping warmly around me when it reaches my cock.
I must gasp at this realization or let out some sort of blubbering nonsense because Everest’s eyes snap open a second later and land straight on me.
His green eyes are wide, jaw dropped in surprise. His hand falters, stilling just a fraction. We’re trapped there, staring at each other, waiting for…
There’s indecision warring in his face, a split second when I think he’s going to stop, tell me to fuck off.
But he doesn’t stop.
And strangely enough, I don’t tell him to either. He continues his feverish pace, eyes locked on mine, all surprise gone, and in its place is a type of fuckery I should hate. He licks his lips, arching his back as his hooded eyes flutter shut.
I’m speechless. There are a lot of things I should do. The first one being to turn tail and leave, but my feet stay glued to the floor.
He groans, desperate and hoarse, and it almost drifts off into a sweet whine. The veins in his neck bulge, everything tight as he gives his cock one last pull and comes on his chest. He’s breathless as he floats down from his high, a sleepy smile on hisface. He turns to look at me, smirking now, and I can see exactly what’s happened.
He’s fuckingwon.
I didn’t realize it while it was happening, mostly because it happened so quickly, but he initiated a challenge.Watch me. Want me.And I let it happen. Whatever the hell this was couldn’t have been purposeful, or maybe it was just to mess with my head, but either way, he’s come out the winner.
I don’t wait to hear what he has to say before I’m racing out of his room and into mine. Once I slam my door shut, I lean on it, my hand drifting to my hard cock as I give it a punishing squeeze. It’s not out of cowardice or embarrassment that I ran, but something much worse.
Everest coming might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Everest
I can’t believeI just did that.
I keep my cool as Rhys flies out of my room, flinching only when I hear his door slam. With deep and somewhat even breaths, I slowly slide the dildo out, wincing because I went a little harder than I normally do. Obviously, there’s something to be said about having an audience.
I never expected Rhys to walk in on me. He usually works so late into the night, I thought I’d have at least an hour or two before he got home, which is why I was so loud. If I had known he would have shown up, I would have at least tried to keep it down. If anything, for common courtesy.
Common courtesy, really?
I have to scoff at myself as I get up and head to my bathroom. I’m playing the innocent right now, but I’m anything but that. The idea of Rhys watching me would have been a turn-off before, knowing that someone so filled with loathing for me was peeping in on such a private moment. I almost stopped when I noticed him, mortification coursing through me at how exposed I was, but something else took over. Call it courage or stupidity, but I fully committed to giving him a show. Not for any other reason than what I saw when I looked at him.
His brown eyes were dark behind heavy lids. Lips pouted, little puffs of air leaving him in soft pants as he watched me. Tense shoulders, hands balled by his sides as if to stop himself from reaching out. He was looking at me in a way that made my blood boil pleasantly, made me feel strong, and made me realize that I had an advantage.
He looked at me. Not like someone he hated. Not like someone he tolerated. Not like someone he wanted nothing to do with.
But like someone hewanted.
Every thought I’ve ever had about myself being less than, or inferior, or just painfully average in comparison to my superstar brother, disappeared. I latched onto that feeling because I finally was someone worthy of being the center of attention. I took all the power, claimed the moment, showed him more than he probably wanted to see, andpushedhim. Into what, I don’t know, but what I do understand is that I came out of…whatever that was, victorious.
As I step into the shower, I chuckle to myself because I fucking won. I got one over on him. I turned the tables on a moment that should have been humiliating and madehimrun for the hills. The satisfaction I feel at just that far outweighs the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Maybe I’ve unlocked a new kink? Fucking with Rhys can be one, right?
I soap up my chest, feeling settled as I talk myself through the encounter. I have no idea how he’ll respond to what happened—whether I’ll wake up to my teeth getting knocked in—but for once, I’m not worried.
Because this feeling? The incredible sensation of commanding someone’s attention, of breaking down their walls, of exposing them…
It’s something I could easily get addicted to.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
