“Your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, MY girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Skye whispers, looking confused. What the hell did she think she was?
For some reason, I know what’s coming before he says anything.
He laughs and I watch as he smears the blood from his mouth onto the front hem of his shirt. “Well, I’ve been fucking YOUR girlfriend, I guess.”
Yep, I didn’t expect those words, but either way, same outcome. I want to punch his face in. I want to crush his fucking skull but most of all? I want the pain deep within my chest to stop. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Still not breaking eye contact with Skye, I watch as the tears stream down her face and I don’t have the slightest inclination to wipe them away. Good, I hope they fucking burn. I hope her chest feels like mine, only worse.
Finally, I have to look away when she starts repeating over and over again how sorry she is. She’s sorry, all right.
“It was a mistake, Rhett! I want you, not him, I don’t even like him!” she cries.
This time, I laughed. None of this is funny, but come the fuck on. “You don’t even like him?”
Skye shakes her head.
“You don’t like him but you’re fucking him?”
Those green eyes have a cloud over them and shine nowhere near as bright as they normally do, and for the briefest second I almost feel sorry for her.
“It was only twice—”
“Well, I fucked you on my desk but then, I fingered you against—”
“Shut up!” she screams shoving the jerk-wad back.
Rubbing my hands over my rain soaked face doesn’t bring me any comfort. Knowing that this man has had his cock, his fingers, inside of my Skye, kills me; it’s fucking killing me.
“While I was going to fucking family therapy with my alcoholic brother you were here fucking this douchebag?”
“No! No, no,no! This was before, I swear it.”
“I haven’t fucked her in three days, dude.”
I feel my stomach churning. “I left four days ago.” I whisper, closing my eyes. I can’t believe this. I. Just. Can’t.
“It was the last time, I swear. I-I…”
When she stops and stares off over my shoulder, I try like hell not to let her quivering chin get to me or those pouty lips that I’ve come to love so much. I can’t believe we’re here, I can’t believe she did this to us and before we even had a chance to start.
Still, she says nothing, and I can’t stand it. “You fucking what Skye?”
When her eyes meet mine once more, I see that there’s hurt and confusion in place of the fear that scarred those brown eyes earlier. “I didn’t know if you even wanted me,” she whispered. After a sob breaks free, she yells, “I didn’t know!”
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?