I ponder the thought for a moment. I’ve been with Jarred and multiple girls over the years, but not a woman that I’m meant to marry. “Yes,” I finally answer her. “I want you on my dick while watching his mouth on your tits. I want to see you bent over, taking my dick in your tight little pussy while you suck him off.”
Zaria’s moan is like a shot straight through my chest. She likes it. She wants us both. “I… I…”
“I’ve thought about it a lot,” I confess. And it’s true. Since I realized she enjoyed watching us in the shed that night, my mind has been awash with situations where it was the three of us, naked, writhing in pleasure, spent and satiated. That was before I walked away from Jarred and left him in Tynewood.
“I’m sure you have,” Zaria says, a small smile dancing on her lips as they curl against mine. Her eyes are fire, burning like liquid gold as she regards me. Her long, black lashes flutter when I dart my tongue out to lick her lips. The flavors of sweetness that hit my tastebuds zing through my veins.
“Have you been fantasizing about us late at night, princess?” I ask as the thought of her lying back, spread on the mattress, while those delicate fingers taunting her sweet cunt, invade my mind.
Zaria doesn’t answer, so I press my lips to hers. I claim her lips, the softness of her molding against me as if she was always meant to be there. My chest tightens, my pulse spikes into a racing fucking time bomb, and I know that I can’t ever not taste her lips. She whimpers against my mouth. My hands trap her hips against mine, and I grind my hardness against her.
“You feel that, princess?” I murmur before pulling her lower lip between my teeth and biting down on the plump flesh until she moans. I’m shocked when she deepens the kiss by tasting me, and I can’t stop myself from tangling my tongue with hers.
We do a dance of desire, as it courses through my veins, and when Zaria twines her arms around my neck, I lower my hands to that bubble butt and lift her against me. We move effortlessly as I slam her back against the wall. Her heat right at my cock, sending more zaps of pure lust racing through my body.
Our lips mold to each other, as if we were always meant to fit together. “Finn,” she mumbles when I pull away for a second to take her in. Those eyes focus on me, her pupils dilated, and her lips now swollen from my kiss.
I’m ready to finally have my fiancée, but as she trails her nails down my back, my phone buzzes wildly in my pocket. I ignore it for a long moment, but the incessant ringing doesn’t stop, and when it does, it only starts back up.
“Fuck.”
Zaria laughs. “Maybe next time.” Her taunt doesn’t go unnoticed.
I meet those pretty eyes and grin. “There is no maybe about it,” I inform her before letting her to her feet. “Get into bed and sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, I leave her in the bedroom and make my way to my own.
Jarred’s name flashes across my screen. But I can’t talk to him. Not yet. I need more time; if I spoke to him right now, I’ll only hurt us both with thoughtless words. So, instead of answering, I change for bed. Perhaps tomorrow will be a different day, and maybe my mind will change, but for tonight, I’ll miss him and sleep alone. Because the moment I claim Zaria, everything in our dynamic will change. And I know I need to talk to Jarred before that happens.
18
JARRED
I spent most of my life running away. I don’t recall a time I stood up for myself, for what I wanted. Instead of fighting, I always turn my back and leave. It’s easier that way. But it’s been five days without Finn and Zaria, and I miss the connection I felt. I have to go back.
I try calling Finn one more time, but he doesn’t answer. Since he and I started our affair, we haven’t been apart for longer than a week. The last time was when he had to go to London to see Damien. Other than that, we spend every day together. And because I have the ruse of working at Thorne Manor, I’m able to see him whenever I want. But this distance that’s between us, the emotional separation is difficult.
But with Finn leaving me in Tynewood, I have time to think. Too much time. And I have finally figured out what it is I want. I know he will never take me back. That is, if I never do anything about it, he will accept the fact and move on.