Why was he letting himself do this? He needed to walk away. This wasn’t just wrestling anymore and he was engaged to a woman he was madly in love with.
The lines with Ro were so blurry, though, and they weren’t doing anything sexual, right?
Unable to resist, he let his hand slide up Rodrigo’s neck, and grasped his jaw. He wanted to rub a thumb over Ro’s bottom lip – maybe push his thumb into his mouth. His cock throbbed, offering other suggestions on what else to force between the bastard’s lips.
“I won’t fuck around on Minnow,” he told Rodrigo, making himself hear the words too.
Guilt flashed in Ro’s expression. “I’m not asking you to cheat.”
Minnow hinted at wanting to watch them together, but still...
“You don’t even know if you like submitting.”
Rodrigo’s body language answered that question. Severin had the urge to crush Ro to the ground and show him he didn’t want it like he thought he did.
“At this point I’m nothing more than a sex toy in your relationship with Minnow. I want more than that for my life.”
Severin relaxed his grip on Ro’s throat, but didn’t get off him. “You don’t have to fuck my woman if you don’t want to. I didn’t know it was a hardship, or that you were just doing it for me.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
He needed an answer before they went any further. “Are you fucking my brother?”
Rodrigo’s brows rose. “What? No! Why would you think that?”
“You want to, though.” Dark feelings churned deep down, and Severin shoved them away. He wasn’t sure what the emotions he was experiencing meant, and it felt safer not to look at them.
“It’s not like that.”
“Bullshit.”
Rodrigo’s deep voice lowered to a whisper. “He’s not the one I want.”
“Ro...”
“I know.” He glanced away, his disappointment evident in his expression. “It’s never going to happen, and it’s time I move on.”
A sick feeling twisted in Severin’s stomach. “What the fuck are you talking about? You don’t have to go anywhere.”
“I’m supposed to be happy with scraps forever?” He snorted. “I’m in your relationship, but I’m not. I love both of you, but you don’t love me. Maybe Minnow does, in a way, but only as far as she’s allowed. You two mean everything to me, but I’m –” He paused, swallowed. “Superfluous.”
What did Rodrigo want, for fuck’s sake? “You’re not. I want you to stay with us – I just don’t think I can give you what you want.”
“You care enough for her to push your boundaries and you don’t feel the same way about me. Fair enough. I just wish you’d tell me to give up on you so I can move on.”
Severin got off of him. “I can’t do this right now.”
“You always ‘can’t do this right now.’” Rodrigo pushed himself up off the ground. “It’s fine, fuck. I get it. I’m such a fucking idiot.”
As Rodrigo tried to stride away, Severin grabbed his wrist and dragged him back down. Ro swung at him, but Severin didn’t bother to block, accepting the sting of a split lip, the taste of blood. They rolled on the ground, Rodrigo fighting hard as Severin slowly got his body under control. Stomach to stomach, with Rodrigo’s wrists pinned above his head, both of them breathing hard, Severin could feel Ro’s rock hard dick pressing against his thigh. Rodrigo’s gaze burned with rage, but his body was still responding the same way his was. The drumming of Ro’s heart against his chest excited him, and the taste of blood in his mouth made him want to shove his tongue down Ro’s throat, to make him taste what he’d done.
“Fuck you,” Rodrigo growled. “Let me go.”
“If you wanted to fucking go, you’ve always known where the goddamned door was.”
The feel of Rodrigo pinned under his body made him want to fuck – to bite – to make the other man cry out in pain and submission. Would he beg for Severin to stop? Would he fight or submit?
Tension thrummed, hot and tight, zinging back and forth between them. Rodrigo opened his mouth to say something, but only shuddered.