When Faulk is far, far away, I return to the jeweler. I have to knock for her to let me in. Once she does, I take stock of the empty room. “Where are they?”
“She, um, wasn’t feeling well.” The jeweler smirks and flicks her gaze to a door behind the counter.
I start toward it.
“Sorry.” She taps her nails on the glass case in front of her. “It’s probably best you wait for them here.”
“No. I need to check on them.”
“Trust me, they’re absolutely fine?—”
“If you don’t let me through, I’ll break down the fucking door.”
Her eyes widen and she hits a button beneath the counter. “It’s your funeral.”
The lock clicks free. I round the counter and tug open the door.
“Thank you.” I give her a polite wave as I step into the hall.
The bathroom door is on my right. I can already hear faint moans—Dani. And grunts—Edmund. I hesitate. I haven’t been invited. Edmund basically told me that once they’re married, he isn’t sharing.
But they aren’t married yet.
I yank open the door and see Dani sitting on the counter, her flirty little dress cinched up around her waist. She leans back, her perch wobbly like she’s losing strength, losing control. Edmund stands between her legs, pumping his hips.
The first look he gives me is one of possession, jealousy. Then the look relaxes into a smile. “Hello, Troy.”
Dani gasps and turns her head to face me.
I stride toward her. She’s all I see, all I want. “Think you can use a hand?”
“My fiancée’s arms are about to give out.” Edmund nods toward her precarious stance. “Maybe you could help hold her up.”
“With pleasure.” I slide in to stand next to Dani. Wrapping one arm around her back, I easily hold her weight. In this position, I can feel her body jerk with each of Edmund’s thrusts.
She turns her face to mine, eyes glazed with lust. “Troy.”
“Yes, little girl. I’m here.”
“Kiss me.”
I meet her lips with mine, tasting and teasing her. She moans and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. Edmund does something different that has her gasping. She turns her attention to him, and kisses him next. He cups one of her tits through her shirt, fingers squeezing around her nipple. I reach to where they meet, find her clit, and swirl my fingertip over it.
“Yes!” She throws her head back. “I’m—I’m coming—I’m—yes!”
Edmund buries his face in the crook of her neck and groans out his own orgasm. I take advantage of her free mouth, covering it with mine, drinking her pleasure in a deep kiss.
My cock presses painfully against the front of my pants. I push a hand against myself, trying to ease the ache.
Edmund pulls out of Dani and disposes of the condom. His face is flushed from exertion. I help put Dani’s panties back in place and smooth out her skirt.
She hops down from the counter and drops to a squat in front of me.
“What are you?—”
“Your turn.” She looks up at me through her lashes and fights with my belt.
Fuck, feels good just seeing her like this. “You don’t have to?—”
