Page 95 of Studs Up
I leaned in and whispered.
“Fuck you until you remember who you belong to.” I let my lips graze his neck under his ear and backed away.
I left him there with his lips parted and his eyes wide.
When he went back to his group of women, Holden Fucking Monroe began to flirt again.
Marcel offered me a cue stick, and I violently broke a set of balls. My blood was hot, and sweat formed on my neck. I prowled around the table like a beast, wanting to mark my territory.
I couldn’t think straight. If it were to rain inside this bar, my skin would steam with jealousy.
After two hours of torture, Alex and Holden graciously agreed to walk the party of women out of the bar and didn’t come back.
I nearly snapped the pool cue in half. I tormented myself for thirty minutes. Leaving too soon would be suspicious, and if I had to endure the pain of waiting to claim my man, then I would. But every second was going to make it harder for him.
He knew exactly what game we were playing. My cock swelled in my jeans, and it was time to go. Hanging out in a bar full of drunk women with a bulge wasn’t a smart decision.
“I’m going.” The guys groaned, and Marcel begged me to stay, but I was done.
When I walked out of the bar a man was leaning against his silver four door shitty car.
“You Nolan Reed?” He asked.
“Who the fuck wants to know?”
“Some pretty girl paid me five hundred bucks to take you to some hotel. I think she’s waiting for you.”
I almost laughed. Clever.
“Kinda rude to make her wait.” He pulled open the back door, and I slid inside.
Holden
I knew I had pushed the limits of his ability to contain himself and pushed the boundaries of my comfort. I wanted to play these games with him and taunt him in public. It was hot and erotic but so dangerous.
I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him too much.
The click of the key card slot made my heart hammer. Nolan stormed into the room and slammed the door shut, locking it. I shivered.
Jealousy was a good look on him. Dark and simmering eyes peireced me right through my heart.
He didn’t say a word. He stalked to me, and before I could breathe, he yanked my shirt off.
I grinned. My cock was so hard it leaked like a little faucet. My pants went next, being stripped down my legs, and he pushed me onto the bed to drag them off. I had never been naked so quickly.
I didn’t get a chance to protest or even speak before he flipped me over and spread my thighs open.
“I don’t know what you thought you were doing.” His voice was deeper and rougher than I had ever heard, and it worked its way into my blood.
His weight dipped the bed, and I quivered. Cold lube drizzled down my crease. I didn’t even see him grab it.
Tonight I was getting jealous Nolan and it was hot as fuck.
“I told you I was being nice.”
His body hovered over me, dipping his head to my ear.
“If I could spank you right now, I would.”
