Page 37 of Beautiful Forever
I’m trying to read their lips since there is no audio, but he keeps distracting me. “Why are you asking so many questions?”
“It’s okay to want someone else.”
I tear my gaze from the screen. “What are you talking about?”
Pyotr reposes back into the sofa cushions and crosses a bent leg over the opposite knee, his arms folded across his chest, a relaxed posture but his tense demeanor says otherwise.
“You don’t date.”
“You’re worried about my relationship status?”
His mouth pulls to the side. “Let’s say yes, for argument’s sake. When was the last time you slept with someone?”
My frown is instantaneous. “I’m not Aleksei. I don’t fuck a new woman every day. And my sex life is none of your business.”
I’m picky, not celibate. Mainly because I can’t shut off my dick from my emotions. There has to be a connection, an intimacy, not just animalistic fucking for the sake of getting off then moving on to the next woman.
He bumps his knee into the side of my thigh. “Stop being so damn defensive. All I’m trying to say is that Syn is the first girl you’ve shown actual interest in since?—”
“Don’t say it.”
“—Aoife.”
I temper my anger when he says her name. “It wouldn’t matter if I was because Syn isn’t interested in me like that.” Especially after the shit I’ve pulled, the stalking and intimidation being the two most obvious reasons she’d tell me to go fuck myself if I ever tried to ask her out.
“How do you know?”
Jesus.He’s not going to quit.
I gesticulate at the screen. “Because she’s clearly into them.” For God knows what reason because Tristan, Hendrix, and Constantine are absolute assholes of the highest degree,especially Hendrix. “She’s living with them, for fuck’s sake. So even if I was interested, it wouldn’t matter.”
Pyotr claps his hands. “Ha! You admit it. Youdolike her…holy shit.”
His verdant eyes go Jupiter wide, but that surprise isn’t directed at me. When I glance at the screen, Constantine has Syn pinned against the outer wall of the house, kissing her like a man starved. What the hell happened to her clothes?
“Get out.”
I try to cover the image with my hand, but he keeps shoving it away.
“But I want to see what happens,” Pyotr whines.
“Out!” I shout when Tristan drops to his knees and kisses the bare skin of her hip.
Pyotr petulantly slides off the couch. “Fine. I’ll just go watch porn on my phone.” He takes the back stairs instead of using the elevator, and I hear him yell, “You better fill me in later! And no skimping on the details!”
The door slams shut.
My fingers tighten around the sides of the laptop, and I lean in, watching the scene play out. I study Syn’s face for signs of distress but find only pleasure etched into every line of her expression. If I thought they were taking advantage of her or hurting her, I’d be out the door in a heartbeat with my Glock secured in my holster.
Don’t watch. Stop looking.But the temptation is too great.
Syn’s body is a fantasy come to life. Even in black and white, I can see the flush of arousal painting her luminescent skin. Her body—holy fuck—all shapely curves and toned muscles. The tapestry of scars and grafts that run up her outer thigh to her shoulder—they don’t detract from her beauty, only enhance it. They show her strength and the force of her will, two qualities I find seductive in a woman.
I can’t look away as my half brother’s hand slowly runs up the long length of Syn’s leg. I imagine it’s my hands on her, my touch causing the glaze of desire to mist across her eyes. I shouldn’t be watching this intimate moment. It’s wrong. But tell that to my cock straining the zipper of my jeans. This is so messed up on so many levels.
Tristan cradles her stomach, his thumbs sweeping under the waistband of her panties. He’s not going to do what I think he’s about to do with Constantine and Hendrixright there. Holy shit, he is.
Her lips part, and she says, “I’m scared…Tristan.” And then, “Oh my god,” when he buries his face in her pussy.
