Rejection (The Mate Games 2)

“Just watch?”

“Tell me how to serve you.”

I moaned and arched my back as Noah kissed across my mark, his lips sending a tingle straight to my clit. “Touch me.”

Holding my gaze, he trailed the tips of his fingers from my hip up to the side of my breast and then back down. His touch barely more than a ghosting of his skin against mine.

“Like this?”

“Bloody hell, man. Don’t you know how to touch a woman?” Noah grunted.

I laughed, that one action sending sparks through me all over again, just like before. I needed to come. I was desperate for it. “Be nice. He’s a virgin.”

Caleb growled in response, then pinched my nipple—hard. Fuck, I was ready. I wanted this to go on forever even as I begged for release. The harsh breaths coming from Caleb betrayed how on edge he was. He needed relief too.

“Can I touch you?”

“God above, if you touch me I may burst into flames.”

“But what a way to go,” Noah said.

Caleb steeled himself before giving a short jerk of his head. My gaze zeroed in on the hard bulge at his crotch.

“Show me how much you want me, Father,” I whispered.

“Lord forgive me.” His words were a muttered plea, but he stood before tearing open his belt, followed by his fly.

His cock was long and thick. Hard and veiny. Mouthwatering. I wanted to taste him. Reaching out, I took him in my hand, slowly gliding over it from tip to root. Caleb groaned, his hips rocking forward, seeking out more of my touch.

“Don’t forget me,” Noah said, sinking into me and dragging a moan from my throat.

“Never.”

“Um, do you two need to be alone?” Moira’s voice broke through the lust fog we were trapped inside.

My eyes snapped open, Noah disappearing and my gaze snagging on the sight of my hand moving up a steely thigh encased in dark trousers. My other hand furiously worked my battery-operated boyfriend in and out of my aching pussy. I must have grabbed it from its hiding spot in my bedside table in my sexual haze. I froze, my eyes traveling up until they collided with Caleb’s stormy gaze as I slid it out and turned it off.

Not sure what to say, I went on the offensive. “What the fuck, Moira? I thought you were joking about the exorcism.”

“I was. I didn’t think you’d sexually assault the man. This is getting out of control.”

“I-I wasn’t. I didn’t,” I sputtered, sitting up and scrambling back on my bed, shame coiling deep in my belly and sending all lusty thoughts scattering. “Did I?”

Caleb shook his head. “By the sounds you made, only in your mind.”

“Oh, thank fuck. I mean...”

“What’s wrong with her, Daddy G?”

He closed his eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh. “I do not think I’ll ever understand your generation’s insistence on referring to me as Daddy.”

“Trust me, if you watched porn, you’d totally get it.”

“I don’t watch television. I prefer real life.” He stared at me, and my cheeks burned. After our tryst in the study room, I knew exactly what he liked to watch.

Me.

Moira cleared her throat, fanning her face with one hand. “Goddess, I’m starting to get it, Sunday... I really am.”