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“What the fuck is right, asshole.” King shouts in return, with Iris firmly wrapped around his waist. She’s kissing him all over like she hasn’t seen him in a year. We literally fucked all night; it’s not as if I neglected her emotionally in any way, so she could take it down a notch.
“It was either her or you. I knew you’d be fine, and she deserves better,” I mumble through the sharp ache weighing down my chest, backing away while he’s still coming at me.
“She does deserve better, so why in the fuck did you bring her out here?”
I knew this was going to be a clusterfuck the moment I saw that text. If I could’ve told him, I would’ve. I just hope he doesn’t end up hating me for this shit. We’re too close to let the Brotherhood drive us apart, so they’re no doubt testing ourlimits on each other. This is a damn clusterfuck. “Because it was my order.”
“Fuck your order…” He starts pacing, sliding Iris off of him while he’s breathing heavy. His hand grips the back of his neck in frustration. I know he must have a million thoughts running through his mind right now. He sighs and drops one hell of a bomb. “Because my order was to come here and take one of you home. The other onedies.”
KINGSTON
“What the fuck!” Beau says, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This wasn’t the greeting I was anticipating from him. I was coming to save him, willing to gut any motherfucker for laying a hand on him.
“What the fuck is right, asshole,” I retort in return. I’m glaring at him while Iris peppers kisses all over me. I was assuming the worst and here they are, looking peachy fuckin’ keen. “Babe,” I quietly greet Iris, allowing her to press a kiss to my lips before training my attention on Beau again. I take another step towards him as he backs away.
“It was either her or you. I knew you’d be fine, and she deserves better.”
Of course she does. Don’t tell me he thinks I wouldn’t agree? Beau knows me, he’s aware of how much she means to me. It’s not some phase, I fucking love this woman. “She does deserve better, so why the fuck didyoubring her here?”
“Because it was my order,” he replies, and everything suddenly makes so much more sense. The way he was acting right before she disappeared, and now thinking of the timeline,they were both gone. I was just too damn distracted to see it then, but now it’s plain as day.Fuck.
“Fuck your order,” I grumble, angry with myself for being too blind to see what was right in front of me. Pacing, I push Iris away. With a sigh, I confess, “Because my order was to come here and take one of you home. The other one dies.” My fists clench, too may thoughts and emotions consuming me at once. “You fucking drugged me.” The memory hits me like a fucking Mac truck, making my temper flair. Of all people, never in a million years did I ever expect this from him. Order or not, he’s been everything to me in life.
“I had no choice and you’d have done the same damn thing… without hesitation,” he explains, sounding much more rational than I’m willing to accept at the moment.
“In what universe would I have drugged you and stole your girlfriend?”
“If the order was to get her out of the house quickly. My two choices were to drug her and carry her out, hoping to fuck you wouldn’t see me. Or drug you and walk her out.”
I feel so fucking stupid. And sick. I want to scream and puke all at once because what in the fuck am I supposed to do? There’s no way I’ll ever give up either of them. I don’t care how pissed I get, he’s my best friend and she’s the love of my fucking life. I could never live without either of them. I hate that I’m put in this position right now and that it feels like there’s no right answer to any of this.
“Kingston,” Iris’ soft voice pulls my attention to her. I want to scream and yell at her for taking what we had and shitting on it as if it all meant nothing.
Fuck.
I’m ready to deck Beau for pulling this shit rather than letting me know somehow, so we could handle this together as we always have in the past. If the roles were reversed, I’d havefigured out a way to tell him. I take another step towards him with a plan to kick his damn ass for this. I have to go for him to hold myself back from saying shit to Iris I’ll end up regretting later.
Iris moves in front of me, blocking my path, her hand cupping my cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, I missed you.” She’s trying to distract me, be extra sweet the way I usually like from her, but all it does is shift my gaze to the oversized shirt tented by her stiff nipples.
Beau’s shirt.I’ve seen him wear it many times. The most heartbreaking part of all is… I know without a doubt she doesn’t have anything on underneath. She’s naked and probably still wet from my best friend fucking her all night.
My glower shoots to Beau, so many allegations in my stare and he does nothing to deny them, doesn’t even attempt to lie about any of it. My next decision comes from pure jealousy. He knows I love her… and I know deep down, he loves her too.
My hands land on her waist, easily lifting her in my arms. I carry her the few steps to the kitchen table, which happens to be in direct view of Beau. With a growl I grab the neck of his shirt and rip it down the middle, baring her naked body. I was right, she has nothing on underneath and her thighs are wet.
Fucking soaked.
Slippery with cum.
I already know what I’m going to find as I press my finger into her cunt. She’s drenched, pussy hot, and full of my best friend’s seed.
Her eyes widen, Beau’s mouth dropping open. They’re expecting me to flip the fuck out. However, I’m not going to. I refuse to give Iris up, so if it means I have to share her with my closest friend, then so be it. Anyone else tries to take her, and I’ll watch them bleed out by my blade.
Pulling my finger free, coated in their mixed juices, I suck it between my lips. My other hand works to tug my jeans open and in the next beat, my dick is free. With a powerful thrust, I’m driving my hard length deep into her while staring Beau down. What will he do? Does he love her as much as I do? We’ll see if I can push him to the point of breaking or if he’s as willing as I am to do anything to keep her in our lives. I still want him twinging with a bit of jealousy right now, I need him to see she’s as much mine as she is his.
I catch a mark on her in my peripheral vision and as I turn, I take in the dark hickey on her breast. My possessiveness roars inside and I shove her down, using the ripped shirt to tie her wrists together and attach it to the chair on the opposite side of the table. Then I start to fuck her.
The table scrapes, scratching and shifting across the floor to slam into the wall with every powerful, angry thrust. I can’t stop myself from watching as each time I drive myself all the way inside her that my dick comes out coated in Beau’s cum. It should put me off, but it does the opposite. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen before. Knowing we’ve both been inside her like this, that we’re both going to stuff her so full of cum that no one will ever think she’s free.
