I want to punch him in the teeth. Wipe that fucking smile right off his face.
But Indie takes over, grabbing my hand and calling, “We’re going to bed. See you two in the morning.”
I barely hear what McKay and Donovan say back. The blood is rushing in my head, making it pound. And anyway, Indie is already leading me up the stairs.
She slips right into my room and closes the door behind us, flicking a switch on the wall that controls a small light on one of the bedside tables. She lets out a small giggle.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“Oh, my God. If you could only see your face right now.” She giggles again. Points at me. “You’re jealous.”
“I am not jealous of Donovan.”
“OK.” She shrugs. Then in one swift movement, she has her tank top over her head and is throwing it on the ground at her feet. She stands there in her pretty pink bra as I look at her.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like, Adam?” She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, and then it’s falling on the floor too. She’s got a little pile going now.
She saunters over to me, her hips moving seductively. I put up a hand to stop her, but she takes it and places it on the button of her cut-off shorts. And then, without waiting for me to make a decision, she uses my fingers to pop that button.
“You just gonna stand there?” she asks.
“I’m fine with waiting for McKay to—”
“Fuck McKay. He’s having a good time with Donovan right now.”
“Indie.” I sigh.
“Adam,” she whispers back, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss my mouth. “Just stop, OK?” Her words flitter past my lips. “This is happening. We all want it to. We’re just not sure how to make it happen. So Donovan and I have taken control. And tonight, you’re going to touch me.”
She still has my hand and she slips it inside the waistband of her shorts.
I want to stop her, but I can’t. Not when I feel the pool of wetness between her legs.
And when she grabs me, the same way Donovan grabbed McKay down in the kitchen, I know what’s gonna happen next. It feels very inevitable.
But I force myself to pull away. I’m not a man who gives in to base instincts. I remove my hand from inside her shorts and walk across the room to create some distance between us.
“You’re not gonna win this one. You better pick and choose your battles tonight, Adam.”
I slip my pants off so I’m bare, except for my boxer briefs. And then I walk over to the little table, flick the light off, and pull the covers back on my bed. Getting in without saying a word.
Indie walks over to her side, quiet in the near darkness. There’s a moon out, so I can see the outline of her body as she stands on the side of the bed, then hear the shuffle of her shorts as she drags them down her legs.
She pulls her side of the covers back and slips right in next to me, her body already cool from the AC. Her hand goes to my stomach and rests there. She’s waiting for me to say something.
But I don’t say anything.
Everything about Indie Anna Accorsi feels forbidden.
And, if I’m being honest with myself—and why not, right? It’s just me here—everything about her feels wrong.
“You wanna know how Donovan and I skirt around the rules?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ll show you.” Her hand reaches for mine and she places my palm over my cock. I’m not hard, but it would not take much to make that change. Then her hand grips mine until I’m squeezing it. She moves my hand back and forth. And I get what she’s doing.
“I’ll do all the work,” she breathes, turning her body a little so her face is pressed up against my shoulder. “You just get to enjoy it.”
“But you’re gonna use my hand?”
“That’s how we keep it legal. But if you want to say fuck the rules, I’m OK with that too.”
My cock begins to fill up and extend and she breathes softly, her breath passing over the curve of my shoulder and hitting my neck.
I close my eyes.
“See,” she says, using her other hand to pull my boxer briefs down just enough so that my cock springs out. “It feels good.”
It’s cheating. But I don’t say that. I would like to think I could stop this. I would like to think that this is a decision I’m making. But it’s not.
She is totally in control of me.
My breathing becomes ragged and uneven as my heart beats fast. Her hand squeezes mine, making me grip my shaft harder, and then she starts jerking me off.
Or… she makes me jerk myself off.
Her strokes are long and slow. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
And I’m not gonna lie. There is no point in that. This easiness she has, this knowledge of sex—it bothers me. Because I picture her with other men and I want to kill them.
I want to torture them. Slowly. Cut them. Hit them with very blunt objects. Make them suffer and bleed for teaching her how to do these things.
For daring to touch one of my girls.
“Shhh,” she whispers in my ear, leaning into me a little. She kisses my neck again and again. Moving these soft flutters down along my jaw until she reaches my mouth.
I turn my head towards her and kiss her back, repositioning myself so I can lean up on one elbow and grab a fistful of her hair and hold her next to me. I kiss her hard. And she responds by jerking me harder, still using my own hand to do it.
I stop, let go of my cock, turn my whole body sideways, and push her down on the mattress.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Not tonight.”
“What the fuck? You—”
“Shut up, Indie.” Then I grab her hand and slide it down between her legs, pushing her finger inside her thoroughly wet pussy along with mine.
“Ohhh,” she moans.
“Yeah. You don’t get to control me like that, Indie. Not ever. But if it’s cheating sex you want, I’m happy to play along. For now.”
It doesn’t take much to make her come and that makes me feel a little better.
I don’t want to think of Indie out there alone with strange men. I really don’t. It sends me into a rage that I’m not sure I can contain.
But the easiness of her climax—the quickness of it—makes me think she’s not as experienced as she lets on.
Makes me hope, anyway.
She gushes all over my fingers and then I bring them up to her lips and when she resists me, and doesn’t open her mouth to suck them, I feel a lot better.
I make her suck them anyway. But I feel better knowing it’s not something she’s familiar with.
She passes out with her head on my shoulder and her arm draped casually across my stomach.
I don’t sleep.
I wait an hour or so and then I get up, go into the bathroom, and jerk off as I imagine that it was me kissing McKay down in the kitchen earlier.
Me grabbing his cock.
Me making him lean back and moan.
And then I come as I picture myself killing Donovan.
CHAPTER FOUR - INDIE
The next morning Adam is already gone from the bedroom when I wake.
The nightmare is still fresh. Too fresh. And my heart is galloping inside my chest, a fast, staccato beat that takes long minutes to settle.