Her words hit me like a truck. All this time, I thought I was doing this right, taking things slow before jumping into bed but instead it left her thinking I didn’t want her? Jesus. That couldn’t be further from the truth if she tried. “Not even fucking close.”

“Yeah? How the hell would I know?” Another crack of lightning hit and after seeing Skye jump, I take her hand and pull her inside house, motioning with a jerk of my chin for dickhead to follow. “Let go of me!” Soon enough a well-manicured finger was pointed right at me. “Don’t you manhandle me like that again!”

I hear Jaden, I think his name was, chuckle and just the sound pisses me off. “You find something funny?”

I watch as his eyes look at Skye’s before looking back at me. Squaring his shoulders, I can tell he’s uncertain what affect of what he’s going to say will have on me. “From my experience…Skye loves to be manhandled, told what to do.”

I feel my jaw clench and the urge to leave this fucked up situation hits me hard. But, when I look at Skye with her head bowed and her shoulders shaking, I can’t make my feet move. They. Won’t. Move.

“That true?”

She says nothing.

I repeat, “that true?”

Still nothing.

Lifting her chin with my finger, I can see the answer without her saying the words, but I want the words. On their own accord my fingers trace her soft feminine jawline, her full cheeks as they make their way to those lips. “I asked you a question, Skye, and I expect an answer.”

“Y-yes,” she murmured.

“Really? Hmm…not what I would’ve guessed, but I’ll admit it’s something that intrigues me.” That’s when IT popped in my head. I know it’s wrong, I fucking know it, but between her admission and thinking that she’d thought this whole time that I might have been rejecting her physically…sexually? It makes sense right now. Come morning, I might just hate myself as much as I do Jaden. I want to hate Skye. I want to so badly but I can’t, I just can’t.

Both Jaden and I watch as Skye kicks off her shoes on the entry rug and walks without a word into the living room sitting herself down on the red couch. For the first time I see the smug look on Jaden’s face and I realize he cares for her more than he’s let on. Seeing her defeated and unsure of herself is something I never thought I’d see from her. Where’s her spitfire attitude and quick wit? I doubt she’s ever gone this long without a sarcastic comment leaving those lips. I don’t like seeing her like this nor do I like the fact that I give a shit. I shouldn’t, ya know? I really shouldn’t.

I see Jaden’s shock when I motion with my chin toward the living room. His eyebrow wings up and his eyes widen before I witness him take a deep breath and nod. He understood everything I was asking with a single look. I don’t want to think why he’s agreeing, but he is. Here we go…

Jaden follows my lead, slips off his leather jacket, and tosses it on the love seat just after mine. Skye jumps when the metal buckle hits one of the snaps on my denim jacket.

“Stand up,” I say, my tone sharp with no room for argument.

When Skye stands, my heart races knowing that even after the truth has come out, she trusts me. Her tear-filled eyes watch me for any hint of my next move, and as I close in, I can tell she never saw the kiss coming. We’d shared many kisses over the last few weeks, but this time knowing I wasn’t going to be going home alone and hard with only my hand to calm me? It made this kiss so much more. This kiss was her hint of the filthy, animalistic things in my head that were about to set free.

My cock is past hard before I pull away from her mouth. Placing her hand on the damn tight bulge in my jeans, I ask, “Does that feel like I don’t want you, beautiful?”

Stepping back. “Jaden, show her just how fuckin’ unwanted she is.”

Chapter Sixteen

**Skye**

I completely freeze. Did he just said what I think he said? Oh my god, he did. I’m serious right now, serious as a fucking heart attack: I can’t move. Rhett gave Jaden the green light to not only touch me, but he downright commanded him to. Briefly, I wonder if this is a test, but the look on his face tells me it’s something completely different. What it is, I have no idea. “Is this some kind of sick game or something?” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. “Are you punishing me?”

“Punishing? Ahh…no.”

Rhett steps closer to me once more and pushes my rain-soaked hoodie off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a weighted thud. Kicking it aside, he takes me by the shoulders after an all too quick kiss and turns me toward Jaden. His large hands stay firmly grasped on my trembling shoulders as he leans in and nips my earlobe. “This is more like a lesson.”

The two of them must be speaking without words because soon enough, I feel another set of hands breach the hem of my Pinkies shirt and rest just above the waistband of my jeans. Sad to say, but these hands are familiar, I know which man these belong to, and I now know that they belong to the one I’d rather not feel. Dammit! I had made the decision—the final decision that I’d never cave to Jaden again, and here I am— but with Rhett leading. This can’t be what he wants…can it?

Looking over my shoulder, I try to take a step back, put distance between Jaden and I, but Rhett doesn’t allow it. Instead, he pushes his erection against my ass, and with the ever so slight nudge of his pelvis, my front is pressed up against a very aroused Jaden as well. I can’t. Can I?

“Stop whatever shit’s going on in that head of yours, and give me those big fucking lips.”

Surprise, surprise… leave it to him to piss me off as well as turn me on. I don’t have big lips. Do I? Fucking Jaden.

Then he kissed me. We’ve fucked more than we’ve kissed. This slower paced man is not the one I know. He tasted like he did before, but paired with metallic taste of what I imagine is dried blood. Feeling Rhett’s mouth work up the side of my neck before he lifts my hair and trails warm wet open-mouthed kisses along the back of my neck, I lose any thought of the man in front of me. “Rhett—”

“You know what J? I’m thinkin’ maybe she needs to see some proof that she’s wanted.”

What?

The distinct sound of two zippers lowering practically echoes through the room and I hear them as if they’re on loudspeaker even over the storm raging outside.

This time when Rhett comes into view, he is side-by-side with the same man he’d punched just minutes ago. Both men stand with cocks in hand, slowing stroking themselves as they stare at me. I, Skye Briar Blake had not one sexy man but two in front of me. Surreal—sur-fucking-real.

“Take off your shirt.”

Rhett’s tone left no room for discussion and without hesitation; I did as I was told.

“On your knees.”

Then I did what any other red-blooded woman would do faced with these two men in front of her; I looked. I felt the warmth pool in my lower belly and my pussy clench with want like I’ve never felt. Jaden’s hand had picked up speed, and somewhere along the line, he’d ditched his shirt. But Rhett? His hand moved slow and steady. The veins along his forearms strained within his tanned skin. The dark hair that lightly covered his arms screamed of his masculinity. When he widened his stance, my eyes took in his cock that I’d yet to see before tonight. Not quite as long as Jaden’s but what he lacked in length, he more than made up with girth.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doin’ somethin’, beautiful?”

Ummm. “I forgot.”

When Rhett laughs, it’s not mocking me like Jaden’s has.

“Knees.”

His touch is so much kinder as he pushes the hair that has fallen across my face. Not letting go, he holds my head where it was and lifts his cock to my lips. When I opened my mouth to take him in, Rhett’s hold on my hair tightened just shy of pain.