Page 64 of By Invitation Only
“This is a normal thing?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes, and the one time I banged on the wall for him to stop, he came over and asked me to join him.”
My body stilled.Was this the same wanker who told me the walls were paper thin?“He wants to fuck you?”
“He wants to fuck any woman, I’m sure.”
“I think I saw him.”
Peyton rose up on her elbows. “What? When?”
“Right before I knocked. He was leaving, and when he saw me, he asked if I was coming to see you. Then he gave meadvicethat the walls were paper thin.” Apparently Sam didn’t go far before coming back home or he’d changed his mind and called a bird to come over right away.
We were both silent as the woman next door kept shouting to God. “Are you good friends with this wanker?” I asked.
Her forehead furrowed at my question. “No. I’ve literally only talked to him about his propositions.”
Propositions—plural. My blood was starting to heat.
“You want to show them how it’s done?” I smirked.
“What?”
“We both know that he’s doing it to try and make you jealous. Or to try and prove he’s the better man or some shit. So, I say I fuck you hard, headboard banging against the wall and all that. Let him hearyoufor a change.”
“I don’t know. That will probably make him do it more.”
“If he keeps it up, I’ll talk to him.”
“You will?” Her eyes widened.
“He’s gonna know who I am eventually. I’m not going anywhere.”
She smiled warmly at me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Now, lose all your clothes, get on all fours, and be prepared to rock that headboard.” I nudged my head in the direction.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Baby, it won’t be the only time I rock your world in this bed.” I shucked off my shoes, socks and then my trousers. Peyton tossed her top on the floor with her bra.
“I’m not going to be able to make eye contact with Sam ever again.”
“Do you have a reason to?”
“Well… no.”
I discarded my boxers. “Exactly. And if he says anything, tell me.”
“Always coming to my rescue.” She smiled and turned to get on her hands and knees.
“Always,” I confirmed. There was no chance in hell some other wanker was ever getting close to her again. She was mine. All fucking mine. And even if I had to crawl in her bed late at night after working eighteen hours, I would.
I gave my dick a few tugs, making sure it was hard as steel. Of course it was. We were both arrogant, and now had a show to put on. I sheathed myself with the condom I’d pulled from my trousers, and made my way behind Peyton in the center of the bed.
“Ready, beautiful?” I asked, and ran a finger through her slit. Yeah, she was ready.
“Yes,” she responded.
