Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Oliver puts a hand to his chest. “I’m a trust fund baby who didn’t lose his inheritance, unlike my wonderful sister, Phoebe.” His alias. He doesn’t explain further, and I wonder how much money from his past jobs he still has at his disposal. But I let the temptation to ask go.
“I don’t want your money,” I state firmly.
He looks me up and down again. “Power dynamics?”
“Something like that.” I walk over to his desk. Closer to him. “I’ve seen your cock. I don’t feel like taking your money.”
“I could put it under your pillow like the tooth fairy if it’d help you sleep at night.” He tugs a string to a stained-glass lamp, and it casts a soft glow over the desk and his dark eyes. “I am an expert at helping people sleep.”
Flashes of him fingering Hailey until she writhed against him, until she cried, invade my mind. His gaze plants on me in challenge, and I don’t break away. He fucking wants me to have that visual, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking it makes me uncomfortable.
It doesn’t.
We’ve spent over a month sleeping in the same bed together, Hailey wedged between us. I enjoy the competition more than he realizes. Maybe because I know this is one that’s decided by Hailey. Not by him. Not by me.
In the end, we’re at her mercy. Which is where we both want to be.
Whatever this is between Oliver and me is just a side quest. Entertainment. I’m having too much fun for a guy who might lose everything: The family estate. The family legacy. My own reputation.
“It’s my night helping her sleep,” I remind him. Just a polite way of saying, I’m fucking Hailey. I’ve given in to the idea that it has an added benefit of making her relax and fall asleep.
She’s stopped losing time since she started summering at Stonehaven, she’s said. Maybe it’s been less stressful having me and Oliver with her together.
“I have it penciled in my calendar.” Oliver smiles, slipping a ballpoint pen behind his ear. “Thanks.”
“You put it on your calendar?” I ask, disbelieving.
“With little hearts around my dates.” He draws a heart in the air with his finger. “And little frowny faces around yours.” He drops his lips in dramatic fashion.
“Sure,” I say, and check my watch. Our arrangement has been working well so far. We’ve split up the nights we have sex with Hailey. We’re allowed to watch, which has been…interesting. We don’t climb in the bed together until she’s fast asleep. So one of us is inevitably standing, most of the time in the bathroom doorway.
It’s become a contest of wills, where we refuse to walk away and just let her be fucked by the other one so easily. And there’s definite intrigue rooting me. Oliver is so rough with her. The first time I saw him thrust his cock inside of her, I wanted to throw him off. His pace was relentless. He never let up on her, not even when she started crying, and if I didn’t know she liked going past the sensitivity, I would’ve stopped him.
When he wasn’t kissing her, he stared at me. He wanted me to either get hard or get timid, and when I didn’t do either, his breath staggered and he lost pace just slightly.
So, yeah, it’s become a game between me and him. Hailey seems enthralled by it, often asking me questions in the morning. “Did you come, too?”
“No,” I said. “But I didn’t mind watching.” That’s been…evident for me and him.
Oliver will act like it does nothing for him. Still, when he’s on his feet and I’m on the bed, he’s trying to unnerve me. He’ll smile, which will flicker in and out. He can’t stand how long I take with her. How slow I am just tracking my lips up her body. It drives him mad just standing and waiting and seeing her squirm beneath me.
I fucked her so slowly, pulling her against my cock, I thought for sure he was going to come before she did.
He even looked at me like I’d nearly gotten to him. He had to leave for the bathroom. I heard the shower cut on, and I smiled against Hailey’s lips in a deeper kiss.
Thinking about our situation together, the three of us, I just keep reminding myself, It’s the summer. It’s a heat wave. It’s a distraction. It’s tranquilizing for more than just Hailey. It’ll pass like a haze.
I thumb through a stack of magazines on his desk. “I regret getting here so early…” I trail off at the pictures on a tabloid.
“Who do you recognize?” he asks.
“That obvious?” I pick up the Celebrity Crush magazine. Fizzle, a company located in Philadelphia, has been all over the tabloids after this major scandal involving the CEO’s daughter. I didn’t expect to see him in one of the photos. Even if I knew he was originally from Philly. “Connor Cobalt, or Richard Connor Cobalt.”