Throuple In Paradise - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,14
it’s not fine, is it? The tears rushing to my eyes don’t think so. “Stop being so nice to me! You’re a stranger!”
“Marion…”
Wiping my eyes, I snap, “You are! And you’re so fucking kind. It’s annoying! What do you want from me? Jack wouldn’t be like this. He would tell me to get it together and stop being a cry-baby.”
Troy’s eyes fire up with jealousy. “Would you respond better to that treatment?”
My breath catches as I hold back sobs. “No!”
His envious frown relaxes. “You’re an enigma.”
“I’m complicated!”
“No shit.” Reaching for the tissue box that now lives on our coffee table, he hands it to me. “Here. So let me tell you a story from my youth to get your mind off of this. When I was a kid I had the worst acne. Junior high? I was a leper.”
Wiping my eyes, I smile, “No way. You have no scars.”
“Modern medicine I had to apply daily. I’ve got a couple here, though, look.” He leans in to show me. In so doing I get a whiff of his masculine scent. It’s not easy to sit back and nod that I see the evidence. He continues, “But the meds couldn’t get ahead of my hormones. I was so horny I went through five pair of socks a day.” He rakes his hair back. “My mom wondered why I had so much laundry.”
“What’d you tell her?”
“That my feet stunk from sports.”
“You played sports?”
“Baseball, soccer and football. Or if you’re in Europe, baseball, football and football.”
I laugh, balling up the tissue and setting it by my side on the cushion. Scratching under the rim of my cast I confess, “I was horny, too. I used to climb the poles that held up the swings because it made me have an orgasm.”
Troy’s lips part. “It did?”
“I’m a Scorpio,” I shrug.
His eyes are enflamed with interest, and he’s not going to let me shrug this one off. “Hold on. Hold on. Explain this whole climbing poles thing.”
I give him a saucy smile, even though my nose is probably as red as Rudolf’s. “Well, when you climb up, you’re rubbing yourself a little on the steel, and your legs are wrapped around it. And each time you push yourself up higher, you rub a little more. The first time I did it, I didn’t know why it felt so good. So I tried it again. And again.” Leaning in a bit, my voice gets softer. “The motion of your legs moving like that makes it so that these sensations start building between your legs. It’s like something is about to happen, and soon everything tenses and you feel this throbbing that you can’t quite understand. But you never want it to stop. So you find ways to climb the pole again, like having kids dare you to get all the way to the top. I always could. But I had to stop at least once before I made it.” Sitting back I smirk, “That was my first orgasm.”
Just the memory has me hot and bothered now.
Troy is staring like he wants to be that pole. But I won’t give him that satisfaction. At least, not yet. It’s powerful to make him sit on the edge of his seat like this. But actually having sex with him would give that power over.
That’s what I’ve learned.
I get attached.
I never thought I would.
Most would say I’m an ice queen.
But it turns out, I’m a woman.
Troy unconsciously licks his lips. “You dirty little girl.”
Heat rushes to my pussy. “I just have a healthy appetite.” Lifting the pizza to my mouth, I hold his eyes and take a bite.
“Climbing poles and eating pizza. You’re not playing fair, Marion.” He comes closer, voice thick. “Let me feed you that.”
I swallow the small bite I took, blinking at him with heavy eyelids. “You want to feed me?”
He takes the slice and lifts it just shy of my lips. “Take a bite, dirty ballerina. Open your mouth and taste what I’ve got to give you.”
My heart is pounding, but not nearly as hard as the dull throb between my legs. I open up and he brushes the pointy tip just inside my teeth.
A knock at the door surprises us.
I take a quick bite, snapping it out of his hand. Troy shakes his head, “Naughty naughty,” and rises to answer it.
Jack strolls in.
Shocking both of us.
My breath catches at the sight of him. He’s gorgeous in black slacks and a blue button-up, his tie still tight