Rules Of Our Own: Chapter 9
A QUICK GLANCE at the clock tells me it’s 1:00 a.m., and I’m still nowhere close to falling asleep. Not when the sound of their breaths draws all my attention. Their sofa-bed is a mere five feet from mine, and it’s taking actual willpower not to crawl between them. I was kidding myself thinking I stood a chance sleeping in the same room. Not when the moon slips through the window and illuminates the hard contours of River’s arms and chest. He’s shirtless, because of course he is, and I can’t stop my gaze from traveling down the smooth path of his abs to where the sheet loosely covers his hips. I feel like a voyeur staring at him while he sleeps, but I can’t for the life of me force myself to turn. My buzz is long gone, leaving me with nothing but an incessant ache between my thighs.
I can just make out Alex’s arm and shoulder blade where he’s hidden from view. He shifts in his sleep, revealing more of his muscular back, and I swallow hard, ignoring the heat pooling in between my thighs. Why did they have to be so respectful?
River’s face is soft with sleep. His long black lashes fan out on his cheeks, and his full lips are parted slightly. My breath hitches when sharp black eyes meet mine. I struggle to take in a breath as his gaze slides down my face, over my collarbones, pausing on the outline of my nipples visible through the thin satin fabric of my nighty.
He holds my gaze for several seconds, drawing every molecule of my attention until my skin warms and my heart skips erratically in my chest. Damn, I want to touch him, want to feel his strong fingers trail down my skin. I want to taste the indentation of his muscles, following a path down his abs to where I know a trickle of hair leads under his sheet. Curiosity is killing me. River’s huge, tall, big hands, big feet…does that mean he’s like that everywhere? My chest flushes, and my breath stutters with the thought.
It shouldn’t be possible in the dim light, but I swear he’s reading my mind, and he proves it when he runs a hand through his coal-black hair and rolls onto his back, letting me see where his hard cock tents the sheet. Warmth pools between my thighs, and I rub them together to lessen the ache.
River stokes a building fire within me as his hand travels down his chest underneath the fabric and grips himself. His head presses back into his pillow, and a low groan rumbles in his throat.
There’s something indecent about this entire scene. Two men so close to me, driving me insane without a single word. Suddenly, I want Alex to turn, to witness what we’re doing. River’s abs ripple as he strokes his cock faster, shifting the sheet further down. A whimper escapes my mouth when it stops just before I can see him.
Alex groans and lifts onto his elbow. His sandy-blonde hair’s wild from sleep, and his eyes widen as he takes in the scene. My breath freezes in my chest as I watch what he’ll do. There’s a good chance he’ll freak out, but the tight coil in my stomach’s begging him not to.
His gaze darts between me and where River’s stroking himself, and a hint of a blush washes his cheeks. He visibly tenses before his eyes turn dark, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
I have to fight back a moan when two sets of hooded eyes bore into mine, sending shivers down my arms and back.
The things I would do to watch them. For a few beats, I let myself bask in the heavy silence between us, tension pulling the air tight. Dammit, I want to say fuck it all and slide my hand between my legs as their gazes eat up every second of my release.
I trail my fingers down my collarbone and over the peak of my breast. Both boys don’t bother hiding their groans. A tremble rolls through me. I’ve wanted this, dreamed of this for so long, but…
I want to scream when my senses come back to me and the cold reality of what we’re doing snaps into place. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, trying to soften the erratic pounding in my chest, and self-preservation has me turning away.
My core aches, and my skin burns to be touched, begging me to turn back, but I fight against it. My ears are focused in on the rustling behind me, and for a brief second, I think one of them will force the issue.
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A flash of disappointment tightens my ribs when River gets up and heads to the bathroom. He doesn’t bother to close the door, and I inhale sharply when the sound of water crashing over him fills the room. After what I just saw, there’s no doubt what he’s about to do. I lie there, breaths shallow as I strain my ears to hear. There are several moments of near silence before the telltale smack of rhythmic skin on skin reaches me. I freeze, heart pounding in my ears as I listen.
I should pull the pillow over my head to give him some privacy. I should get up and leave. I should do a lot of things, but I stay still, unable to move. His grunt reaches me, and it takes a direct route to my clit. My skin’s hot, and my lungs burn.
The mattress beside mine squeaks, and I roll over, my gaze immediately landing on Alex’s. It’s dark, the only light coming from the open door, but I can make out his eyes. They’re blown wide, and his mouth is dropped open. We watch each other as we’re both voyeurs to our friend jerking off.
There’s another groan from the bathroom, the rhythm increasing, and Alex bites his lip, his gaze never leaving mine. His chest is bare to me, and my mouth waters as I take him in, his muscles twitching under my stare. The several feet between us feel like inches, like I could reach out and place my hand over his beating heart.
More noise comes from the shower, and Alex’s hand digs into the sheet, his tendons flexing as he grips it between his fingers. The fabric shifts below his hips, and I can make out the contour of his stiff cock. Jesus. He’s just as affected as I am. My body overheats, like they’ve lit a flame inside me that only they can put out. Alex’s chest rises and falls at the same frantic pace as mine, anticipation burying in my stomach.
My pulse is erratic, my thighs slick, and my mind is lost as River’s growl breaks through, pulling a moan from my lips.
A slow, sensual smirk pulls the corner of Alex’s lips as he takes in my undone state. He leans in closer, voice barely over a whisper. “That was all for you.”
Fuck. There’s no way I’m surviving this.
The shower turns off, and I roll onto my back, eyes blank on the ceiling. Holy shit. What the hell just happened?
The bathroom light flicks off, and I pull the blanket up to my ears, the fabric uncomfortable over my sweat-slicked body. River’s footsteps grow closer. His presence looms over me, and I have to clench my muscles to fight the urge to reach for him. I steady my breath in hopes of convincing him I’m asleep until he climbs into his bed, and the room goes silent.
I groan internally, knowing it’ll be impossible to sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll get my own room. I ignore the pinch in my chest, betraying the fact that it’s not what I want at all. But I learned years ago we don’t always get what we want.