Page 85 of Break Me
Caden laughs and I can picture him shaking his head, even with my eyes closed. “You think she’s jealous?” he asks after a moment. “Of our threesome?” Something in his tone makes me snap my head up to watch him.
Riley is watching him too.
His smile is gone.
“Maybe she wants to join in,” he suggests, shrugging.
Riley leans away from him, ducking out from under his arm. Her green eyes are narrowed and the whole mood in the fucking room changes.
Leave it to Caden Virani to fuck up a perfectly decent Friday night. More than decent, from his perspective.
Dumbass.
“What are you saying?” Riley asks, crossing her arms.
Caden claps a hand on her calf. She’s wearing black sweatpants, a white t-shirt. Caden still has on black pants and a crisp white shirt. They look like opposites, save for the fact they’re both good looking and right now, kind of angry.
“Well, baby girl, you had your fun. And Ava is cute, isn’t she?”
My pulse quickens with those words, even though he’s not wrong. Not to mention the fact that I said enough provocative things about Riley to last us a decade. Not to mention I fucked Riley. Not to mention that morning when Caden walked in to see us all in bed together…
I don’t really have the right to feel jealous, but I kind of do. And Riley definitely does. She stands to her feet, and Caden watches her, his blue eyes narrowed.
She smiles at him. It’s cold, and definitely does not meet her eyes.
“Okay,” she says quietly. “If that’s what you want.” She uncrosses her arms and I see, for the first time, she isn’t wearing a bra.
Caden sees it too.
“Riley,” he growls, his voice laced with warning.
But she ignores him, and turns to me, because of course they’ve got to bring me into their bullshit. She saunters over to me and sinks down beside me on the couch. Fuck’s sake.
She leans into me, her hand on my chest, and I do my best not to react. I’m holding my breath, I realize, as I look to Caden for some fucking help. We’re not really going to do this again, are we? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to. If Ava was here.
But our first time together, that was supposed to be a one-off. But Caden had said…he’d said he’d do anything for Riley. And I think he meant it.
I think about Ava. About her accusing glare when I let her into Riley’s condo and she saw Riley with the towel wrapped around her, her hair dripping wet. How she had looked between us, and probably wanted me to explain what was going on.
Nothing.
That’s what had been going on.
But Riley’s hand is trailing lower over my abs, down to my belt buckle.
I don’t move.
Caden’s nostrils flare.
“Riley,” he says again, lower, more dangerous. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Here we go.
Riley’s fingers deftly unbuckle my belt and I still don’t move. I’m watching Caden. He’s watching Riley. I don’t know who Riley is looking at because I refuse to look at her, but if I had to guess, I’d say Caden.
Riley unbuttons my jeans. “You wanna go again?” she purrs, directing her question to Caden. “Wanna watch your best friend fuck me again?”
Jesus Christ.
