Page 17 of His Secret Obsession
As I shuffle down the hallway, a ray of light spills from Maddie’s open doorway and I slow. There’s a hitch in my pulse. I wonder if she’s awake in there, and if she’s wearing those sleep shorts that show off her creamy thighs. My dick twitches at the thought, and I reach down to adjust myself.
She’s probably waiting for Luke to come home. Keeping the bed warm for him. I grind my teeth together.
I’m just going to casually stroll past.
Without looking.
I’m definitely not going to invade her privacy or—
Cold sluices through my muscles, my ears straining to pick up the faint noise. It’s a very distinct sound that can only mean one thing.
The rhythmic creaking of a mattress accompanied by heavy panting.
Are they fucking in there?
My chest constricts. Does she get as wet and needy for him as she did that night I pulled her into my truck? Does she beg him the way I fantasize about her begging me to touch her?
Don’t you dare look.
I linger outside the doorway for a moment, like the pervert I am. Jesus, what am I doing? Listening to my brother having sex with the woman I’ve been lusting over? I’m such a piece of shit right now.
Move on.
But my ears strain, listening for Maddie.
She’s not giving out any of the breathy whimpers or pleas for more that she gifted me with that night—sounds I’ve been dreaming about for years. Are her eyes rolling back in her head? Are her fingernails scratching down his back?
Fuck it, I just need one glimpse.
My feet move of their own accord, carrying me into the doorway where my eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of bare skin. That spark of jealousy slams into my gut so hard, it nearly takes my breath away. My fingers grip onto the door frame as my jaw clenches. Maddie’s eyes find mine, her brown iris’ flaring with shock as I watch. She’s on Luke’s lap, her bare legs wrapped around his waist. He’s thrusting into her, his body facing the wall so he’s none the wiser that his girlfriend is staring slack-jawed at me. She opens her mouth to speak, and dread crawls up my throat.
She’s going to call me out, and I’ll never live this down.
“That feel good, baby?” Luke whispers. I ignore the sight of my brother’s bare ass and the way his hips rock against hers. Instead, I keep my attention on her. It’s not hard to do—anytime Maddie is within eyeshot, I have a tendency to forget about anything else. My eyes drink her in, trying to read the expression on her face. Her skin isn’t coated in sweat, she’s not buckingher hips, or mewling for more. Her eyes don’t have that droopy, glazed expression she gave me that night.
Something sour settles inside my stomach.
Is she just going through the motions, tolerating his touch until he’s finished? A woman like her should be catered to. She should be out of her mind with ecstasy.
Maddie snaps her mouth shut, a myriad of emotions flitting across her features. Her eyebrows knit together. And then her gaze slides down my body, taking in my disheveled appearance. Something heats in her eyes. A spark of real lust, I think. It soothes my jealousy and replaces it with a low, simmering heat in my groin. My cock begins to harden as she eye fucks me.
Does she know she’s looking at me like that?
The weight of that heated gaze on me—fuck, it does something to me.
I barely bite back a growl.
My breathing speeds up as one of my hands slowly glides down my chest, my eyes staying glued on her face for any sign she might want me to stop. She watches the descent of my hand, and when I pause with it resting atop the waistband of my pants, she bites her lip.
Then she nods.
A shudder runs through me.
She wants to watch me touch myself. Fuck me, am I really going to do this?
It might be wrong, but if this is my one and only chance to be the man that makes her feel good, I’m going to take it.
In any capacity.
