a polite face like I wasn’t dying inside. Of working next to Beast when half the time I want to wring his graceful neck and the other half of the time I’m forgetting myself and fantasizing about sucking his cock. “She was never going to pick me.”
There it is. The truth that’s eaten me alive since we decided to both date her. I never figured myself for a masochist, but I always am for this woman. I can’t do it anymore. I fucking won’t.
Beast gives me a long look and starts forward. I have six inches on him, but his presence dominates the space, driving me back a step before I catch myself and plant my feet. “What are you doing?”
“You missed a spot.” And then he’s in the shower with me. Too close, too fucking close. What the hell is he doing? He holds my gaze steadily. “Turn around.”
“This the part where you bash me over the head and toss me out a window?”
Beast smirks. “If you’re not brave enough to give me your back …”
“Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me.” But he keeps coming. Another step, we’re going to be chest to chest, cock to cock. I look at those sinfully curved lips and I may have wanted to kill this man more times than I can count in the past, but right now I really want to kiss him.
I turn around. It’s the lesser of two evils.
Beast’s hand comes around me to get at the soap and then he’s touching me, scrubbing my back in broad strokes. It feels good, far better than it has right to. But then, I’m still hard as a rock. Anything would feel good at this point. Or at least that’s what I tell myself as I brace my hands on the tile and his touch turns leisurely.
I should recognize a trap when I see it.
“If her choice was so obvious, it wouldn’t have stretched out as long as it did. You were the one who left her.”
And then she left Beast.
No matter how torn up I feel, I’m not going to rip myself open for this man. I might trust him with my body, I might want to fuck him a truly absurd amount, I might even trust him at my back in a firefight, but Beast is not my friend. He’s not one to hold confidences without intending to use the vulnerability against me. “This pact was a mistake.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Beast’s hands move to my sides and then around to my chest. He’s not quite pressed against my back, but I can feel him a bare inch away. I go still, barely daring to breathe. His hands coast down my stomach and stop just short of my cock. He lowers his voice. “Are you furious about the past? Or are you furious because you want my cock in your ass again?”
“I don’t want you.” The lie doesn’t sound the least bit convincing.
“Don’t you?” The bastard still doesn’t move his hands, doesn’t continue the descent I desperately need him to. “You don’t want me to jack your cock right now?” I can hear the cruel smile in his voice. “You would say no if I got down on my knees and offered to suck you off?” Each word is a dark temptation brought to light. I stare unseeingly at the tile. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking move. I can only stand here while he weaves this spell around me.
The barest brush of his cock against the bottom curve of my ass. “You don’t want to sink into Isabelle’s sweet little pussy while I pound your ass like I did last night?”
If I turn around, I’m going to kiss him. I’m going to do a whole lot more than kiss him. I try to regulate my breathing, but my body isn’t listening. I’m damn near gasping through each inhale and exhale. “What are you suggesting?”
“A pact of our own.” His fingertips graze my hipbones. “We close this triangle for the next thirteen days.”
I want that, but… “Why offer this?”
“I want to fuck you.” He says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. He wants to fuck me, so he will. “You want to fuck me. There’s never been a better time to get it out of our system, if you want to call it that.”
It sounds reasonable and simple, which means it’s anything but. “You know better than most that sex is not that simple. Not