Quickly.
If I said it didn’t bother me, I’d be lying. On the other hand, it was something I’d grown accustomed to over the years. I didn’t necessarily like it, but there wasn’t much I could do to stop it.
“Go get cleaned up,” he ordered me, his tone brusque.
I peered down at Addison. “I’ll be right back, precious.”
She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same concern I felt.
Hesitant, I paused for only a moment before I went to the guest bathroom, grabbing my pants on my way. I took a few minutes to clean myself up, then yanked on my slacks, zipping them, but not buttoning them.
When I returned to the living room, Addison was sitting on the edge of the cushion, her eyes wide as she watched me move toward her. I noticed the way her gaze slipped down to my chest. She seemed quite impressed and that knowledge made my dick jerk behind my zipper. Damn, but I wished Mr. Parker had included her. All through dinner, I’d thought about sliding my cock into her wet, warm cunt while Mr. Parker fucked my ass.
Forcing myself to look away from the beautiful woman whom I was desperate to claim, I scanned the room. Mr. Parker was nowhere in sight.
“He…uh…excused himself.” She thumbed toward his bedroom.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she got to her feet.
I realized then that she had put her bra and her other blouse back on.
“Of course.” Her cheerful tone wasn’t reflected in her expression. She was likely as shocked by the quick shift as I was.
“Let me walk you to your apartment.”
“I can walk myself, you know. I do live right across the hall.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll see you both in the morning?”
“Bright and early.”
Addison didn’t seem to find the motivation to go, so I stood there, waiting. I had absolutely no idea what to say to her or how to explain what was happening. I hated to shove her out the door, but I wasn’t sure she needed to witness Mr. Parker’s meltdown.
“Thank you for…letting me be part of that.”
What was she thanking me for? She’d watched as the man I loved fucked me into oblivion. Granted, it had been significantly hotter having her there with us, even though she was merely observing. I would’ve enjoyed having her participate, but I understood Mr. Parker’s reasoning. He was exerting his control, ensuring we both understood he made the rules.
That morning, I’d been unable to help myself, desperate to touch her. Making her come with my finger hadn’t been in my plan, but where she was concerned, it seemed my plans changed.
Unable to resist, I stepped closer, then leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She sighed softly against my mouth.
“Good night, precious.”
“Good night, Mr. Snowden.”
She went to the door, opening it slowly as she continued to watch me right up until the door was closed between us. I was about to go in search of Mr. Parker when he returned, wearing a pair of jeans. He hastily snatched his glass from the table, then went straight for the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” I asked from where I remained standing near the sofa.
“Fine, pup,” he stated firmly, his words clipped.
Yeah. He was certainly not fine, but I wasn’t going to push him. Not tonight. It had been a long damn day and we both needed some rest.
Knowing he needed a few minutes, I went into Mr. Parker’s bedroom and turned down the bed. He would be in eventually. He would likely sit in the dark for an hour while a million thoughts ran through his head, but I would wake up in the morning, his warm, hard body pressed up against me. It was the only reason I didn’t question him. When he wanted to talk, he would.
Granted, I would eventually have to prod him a little to get Mr. Parker to open up. He wasn’t the type to out-and-out discuss his feelings. Not without a lot of prompting, anyway.
As I lay there in the dark, my thoughts drifted to Addison. To the way her hands had cupped my face while I was impaled on Mr. Parker’s cock. There had been a unique yet foreign connection between us. Oddly enough, it had been all that I needed. I hadn’t been overwhelmed with the desire to top her tonight, rather needing what Mr. Parker was offering, and her acceptance had eased my mind.
I hadn’t expected it to play out that way considering I’d been battling this deep desire to dominate her. However, that worked, too. Knowing that she understood the dynamic between Mr. Parker and me… It made me want more from her.
In fact, I wanted everything, actually. From Mr. Parker. From Addison. The two of them together.
And I got the feeling Addison was more than willing to see how this played out. Not once had she seemed uncomfortable. I’d go so far as to say she wished we would’ve included her.
