Page 82 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
She does, and he grabs a condom from the strip on the couch before she slides down on him with a theatrical moan.
“It’s a nice one.” Jonah arches a brow, eyes on me, and then slaps her ass. “Already prepped.”
Then she turns and smiles at me, lipstick smeared and eyelinersmudged as she bounces on his dick. Jo’s already done a number on her, and from her blissed-out expression, she’s loving it.
“Ready when you are,” she says, dragging her eyes to my crotch.
I almost want to laugh because I feel nothing. My dick’s deflated. Nothing about this scene bothers me—I have no problem with consensual sex between adults—but it’s not getting me hard like it would have a few weeks ago. I have no desire to join in.
Not right away, anyway.
Not until Jonah wraps his hand around the woman’s throat and looks up at me with a lopsided grin.
“You think she’d like this? Because I think she would.”
He’s not talking about the woman riding him right now. I know it. And then, just like Jonah wanted, I see it.
The redhead is Callie.
Mossy green eyes and perfect tits and that round, full ass that I had my hands on just minutes ago. In an instant, I’m hard as a rock again.
“You can see it,” Jonah says, and then he groans and closes his eyes. “Fuck, I can see it.”
Jealousy mixes with my lust, a possessiveness I’ve only felt with one other person, and it’s dizzying. It’s confusing, and it’s fucking terrifying.
Without another word, I turn and storm out.
By the time I’m back in my bedroom in my hotel suite, though, I’ve managed to wrangle my jealousy into something more manageable. I strip and throw myself onto my bed, then take my hard cock in my hand. I squeeze and stroke and bring the image of Callie between Jonah and me back to the forefront of my mind. I force myself to enjoy it. I ignore the possessive feeling clawing its way up my throat and instead focus on the image of her face as I fuck her. As wefuckher. Her breasts. Her soft, hot, perfect body. Her sexy, breathy moans.
It only takes a few strokes before I’m coming all over my abdomen with a groan.
But it’s not enough.
It might never be.
“Hey.”
Mabel swings the door wide and lets me into the suite. She’s still in her pajamas, her pink hair standing up in all directions.
“Rough night?”
She grins at my question. “Yeah. And she’s still asleep, so keep it down.”
“Tell Kat I said hey.”
Kat’s a runway model. She and Mabel have been seeing each other for a few months, but they’ve been keeping it quiet at the request of Kat’s manager. He thinks that if she came out as a lesbian, it would hurt her marketability. We all think that’s bullshit, especially for Mabel’s sake, but there’s not much we can do about it. Mabes likes her, so I stay quiet.
“Have fun today.” Mabel turns and heads back toward her bedroom. “And be nice.”
I chuckle. “I’m always nice.”
She scoffs just before she disappears through the door, shutting it behind her. I contemplate knocking on Callie’s door even though I’m a little early, but then Sav’s door opens and she stumbles into the main room wearing a white T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big on her. It’s probably her boyfriend’s, because it falls just past her ass and brushes the top of her thighs. She’s definitely not wearing a bra, and knowing her, she probably doesn’t have pants on, either.
I clear my throat to get her attention, and she whips her head in my direction. When she sees me, her eyes flare wide, and she folds her arms over her chest. I smirk.
“Nothing I haven’t already seen.”
She narrows her eyes. “What are you doing here this early?”
