Chapter 21 (Asher)
I try to look at Landon but his gaze is focused on Breslin. It hasn't left her since the moment her shirt came off.
Not that I can blame him...I'm having a hard time concentrating myself.
If it weren't for the evil look directed at me as she presses a hand to Landon's chest and shoves him on the couch—I might have started counting my lucky stars.
But unfortunately for me? I know exactly what Breslin wants to do with this one night. She wants to rip my heart to pieces.
And after everything she said to me just moments before...I probably deserve it.
Her hands go to her jeans and she tugs them down her hips. I ignore the way my cock thickens as she stands there in nothing but her underwear now.
“We should have rules.” I've never been one for rules before, but my heart is hanging by a thread here.
Breslin ignores me, and when she straddles Landon's lap, I toss a book across the room until it hits the nearest wall with a large thud.
I can't handle this shit. I can't watch him fuck her. And I most definitely can't watch her fuck him.
Finally, Landon turns his head to look at me. “He's right.” His hands find Breslin's hips, halting her as she yanks down his zipper. “We need rules. This way we know not to cross any lines.”
“But it's only for one night—” Breslin starts to say.
“Three,” I interject. “There are three of us and each one of us deserve a night—” I intentionally emphasize that last word while glaring at her, because I know exactly what's going through her mind. I know her better than anyone. “To do everything that they want with the other two. No holds barred,” I finish.
If Breslin wants to hate me and make me the bad guy...she's got one. And if she wants to start a war by fucking Landon in front of me right now? She better get that war paint of hers ready because I'm not going down without a fight.
One of those three nights are mine. And I will get everything I want out of it.
“Fine,” she agrees.
She rubs her hand along Landon's groin and when she reaches inside his boxers, I clench my teeth so hard I swear a few crack.
She looks up at me and winks. “I'm calling dibs on tonight, obviously.” She tugs Landon's ear between her teeth and smirks, as if to say, 'but I won't be needing you.'
“One more rule,” I grind out and Landon tilts his head to look at me.
“What?”
“We all get off before the night is over. No one gets left out.”
The color drains from Breslin's face but Landon nods. “Yeah, agreed.”
I give Breslin a smirk of my own. That's right, baby. Better prepare yourself.
She licks his bottom lip in response and my nostrils flare.
“Since we're adding rules to this,” Landon says, gasping for air between kisses. “I have one.” He moves away from her lips and points to his bed. “I want you both in my bed at the end of each night. No exceptions or excuses.”
I nod and so does she. This is without a doubt the strangest conversation I've ever been a part of. But then again, there's no way for it to be anything but awkward—considering the fucked-up circumstances surrounding us.
Circumstances...like the way Breslin pulls Landon's cock out right before she kisses him with so much passion, a sharp pain infiltrates my chest.
She whispers something into his ear then, something I can't hear because I'm not part of what's going on.
Because Breslin wants to punish me.
And I have no choice but to take it.
He leans his forehead against hers and cups her cheek. “I'm here,” he whispers right before he tips her chin and kisses her tenderly.
Blood rushes in my ears and red-hot anger pulses through my bones when she pulls her panties to the side, bares that sweet, little pussy of hers, and slowly sinks down on his dick.
The look she shoots me when he's filled her up to the hilt is so full of venom I rear back. Pure agony crushes my insides into nothing but powder as she begins to ride him right there on the couch.
“Fuck.” The gravelly voice of Landon's pierces right through me. I feel so sick to my stomach, I damn near keel over and puke.
This isn't just payback...this is a hanging. A slaughtering.
A fucking assassination.
She's breaking me. He's breaking me. They're breaking me.
She speeds up her pace, like she's trying to fuck both me and the past out of her system. I turn to leave, because I can't take another second of it, but her eyes hold mine at that moment and I see the pain flash through all the wrath in them.
This is torture. The same kind of torture she's experienced for the last three years.
Because I lied to her. Because I did this to her. I did this to us.
And that right there is what causes me to stay.
When Landon yanks down her bra with a growl before he sucks her nipple into his mouth and groans her name around the soft pink flesh, my jaw tics.
It nearly snaps in half when she closes her eyes, tosses her head back, and starts bouncing up and down his dick with such fervor, my own balls ache.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Breslin,” Landon roars with a giant shudder and for the first time in my life, I wish he wasn't so responsive and vocal in the sack.
He lets out a slew of curses as she rides him to the finish line—but it's the orgasm coursing through her that steals my breath.
I know those moans and gasps falling from those gorgeous lips of hers...because they once belonged to me and me only.
She once belonged to me and me only.
But the fact that she's sighing Landon's name as she climaxes and falls against him...tells me she'll never be only mine again.
Neither will he.
The three of us are tied together in a way that all of us hate...but none of us can evade.
When they disentangle themselves, I have one of two choices. One—I could leave with both my dick and tail tucked between my legs.
Or two—I can man the fuck up and show Breslin who I really am.
Because the fact of the matter is...I've got nothing left to lose anymore.
But maybe...just maybe, I'll have something to gain after all the painful dust settles around us.
I walk over to where they are, intentionally disturbing their little post coital cuddle and grab Landon's jaw until his head falls backward and he's looking at me.
“It's my turn,” I say, before I press my lips to his.
Breslin Rae wanted to start a war—well, she's fucking got one.
Only this is a war that I have every intention of winning.