Jamie stood tall, his hands resting under his armpits, his posture rigid. “Do not make me repeat myself?—”
Blondie gazed up at him. “We’ll tag team your dick. You and I were so close before your phone rang. She can join in if she’s game.”
Her head bobbed, signalling behind him.
Sweet Jesus.
Jamie glanced over his shoulder, where Shannon stood at the foot of the bed, keeping her distance, wearing the half-dried shirt and wide, uncertain eyes.
Everything stilled when he saw her, and for a moment, his mind blipped, the air thick with possibilities.
“Find someone else to play with. I’m not interested,” Jamie said, his tone sharper.
“No, wait.” Shannon stepped forward, positioning herself a little closer, shoulders back and chin high. “He’ll do it.”
“Do what?” Jamie furrowed his brow, confused.
“That’s what you want, right? What you planned before I arrived?” Shannon’s voice cut through the tension, a subtle tremor in it, an undercurrent of vulnerability. “Go on, Jamie. Show me how you like to be taken care of. I won’t stop you.”
A strange silence filled the space before light giggles from the blondes broke it. Jamie inhaled, his dick throbbing and fucking painful now.
It was a reckless choice, maybe. But he’d made a career out of controlling chaos. Whereas Shannon was the kind of trouble he’d thrive on.
“I didn’t think you’d show up tonight, Shannon. I’d rather give you all of me somewhere private.”
“They wouldn’t still be here if that was true.” Her voice was soft, but her smile seemed strained, like she was walking a fine line between desire and hesitation.
Shannon moved closer, her gaze never leaving his. It seemed like a challenge, testing him…or herself. “What’s it going to be, Jamie?”
His brow furrowed. “You really want to watch them play with me?”
A subtle smile played on her lips, a spark ofsomething daring in her eyes. She didn’t look away. “Do you want me to watch?”
His heart beat harder than it should have, a knot tightening in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the weight of her question or the way she stood there, so sure of herself, yet so uncertain.
A mix of desire and something deeper, more meaningful, churned inside him, battling his usual desires.
Maybe this was her kink—watching him with other women.
He had no fucking clue. And yet, the thought of her doing just that...it had his veins running red hot and his mind all over the place.
For the first time ever, Jamie hesitated.
The women still knelt at his feet, their presence a constant reminder of the tension building between him and Shannon.
He should tell them to fuck off and rip them out of the equation. But that challenge in Shannon’s eyes stopped him.
“Are you sure you’re good with this?” he asked.
He ran a hand through his hair, needing to hear the damn answer from her mouth, so he’d know what she was thinking.
She was pushing and pulling him in all directions. But fuck, he wanted her to. Wanted her to see him in action, all of him.
When Shannon nodded, the Dutch blonde rose to her feet and started unbuckling his belt, walking Jamie backward into the bathroom.
“Shannon… Come here, now,” he ordered, not giving her a chance to back out.
He watched her follow them inside, moving in front of the bevelled mirror above the sink, right next to the exit.
