“Would you like me to go right now and get you more, Princess?” My hands go to my hips. He mimics me. It’s the battle of immaturity. We stand that way for, I know, half a minute, neither of us blinking.
“I guess I can live without it.This time,” he spits. Damn baby. It’s a burger, not a hot wing.
I roll my eyes and finish dressing my burger.
During our standoff, Cade made his burger and is biting into it. I glare at him and knock into his chair mid-bite, causing him to smear ketchup on his scruffy face.
“Traitor,” I mutter as I flop down beside him.
He stares at me and slowly wipes the ketchup from his cheek. I’m not really sure how to interpret the look, so I shrug and sit down to eat.
Theo’s burger is actually pretty tasty.
“What ho taught you to cook?” I tease.
Theo looks up from his plate with a scowl. “You’re getting on my nerves.”
No, he didn’t. Being the mature one in the house, I counter, “You’re getting on my nerves, too.”
We hold each other’s eyes for a minute before we both go back to eating. Cade is the first to finish and immediately starts working on the dishes. Have I mentioned how sexy it is for a man to clean?
Finished, I get up and hand him my plate with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Want to go for a run in a little while?” I ask, unloading the dishwasher.
“Sure.”
“We’ll go when we finish up here. That suit you?”
“Uh huh.”
Knowing that’s about all I am getting out of him, I finish the dishes and head up to my room to change. Theo’s perched on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands when I get there.
“You don’t want to run with me?” he asks with his face still buried in his hands.
Aww. My poor jealous boy. Sensing that I need to break the tension between us, I launch myself at him and take us both to the floor. It damn near knocks the breath out of me.
With Theo sprawled out on his back, I hastily straddle him. Leaning in close, I whisper across his warm lips, “I ran with you this morning.”
He grasps my hips hard, grinding me down on his stiff erection.
“You know I don’t share,” he growls in my ear, his undulating speeding up.
Uh oh. Someone feels threatened. Men are very simple creatures. Praise them, fuck them, and love them, and they will be the best damn companion you’ve ever had. However, when you do this to more than one, they tend to get a little territorial.
Mine and Theo’s relationship isn’t complicated. I know he loves me. But we’ve said and done things in our friendship that can never be undone. What scares me is to admit that this has never been just a friendship for me. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he was meant for me. He was/is my people. I loved him when I lied and said we were “just friends.” I loved him when I said, “We should see other people.” And I cried when he said, “Okay.”
I’m no idiot. I know he loves me more than a friend but telling me years ago, “We’re just friends, right?” and keeping me in friend zone until a few years ago hurt my damn feelings and I’m not over it. Call me a petty bitch, I don’t care, but until I have Von Bremen on his knees, worshipping only me, then I am going to rub that sentence in his face until he breaks. Until he admits we were never “just friends.”
So, I wait and let him churn through all the feelings that come along with loving someone. Jealousy. Rage. Happiness. Sadness. Every day he gets closer, but it isn’t time yet.
“Hmmm… I don’t recall sharing my body with anyone else,” I soothe, pushing down harder on his straining cock.
He groans and flips us over, pulling at his zipper. “I’m about to fuck the sass right out of you. You have had this coming with all the Good Samaritan bullshit.”
His pants are off. And he’s yanking down my leggings. His finger plunges in hard—it hurts like a bitch. He doesn’t care, though, he is so far gone right now it’s not even funny. Animalistic, he flips between hard bites and soft kisses to my exposed neck. He’s unhinged. Wild. It’s so fucking sexy to see him come apart like this.
“You like this?” He growls, glaring at my smile. “You like to see me fucked up like this?”
Two fingers.
