Patrick's POV
I couldn't help but sigh as I rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes.
It had been a rather slow week in town and I had been working hard to get done with over due work so I wouldn't have to go back to Jem's house so early every night but after a week of this routine there wasn't much left to do.
Now I sat here, an hour before I could leave, with a pounding head and the one man I didn't want to think about was the only thing I could think of.
He tried to hide the way he flinched when I mentioned him killing Andrew if they got too close but I still saw through his cold expression.
At the time I didn't regret my words, I still don't to be honest. He deserved a warning so he could at least prepare himself but more than that he needed to be punished.
Jem was one hell of a manipulator, I give him that, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it.
It had been months again but I still remembered that night like it happened yesterday.
When I left the building all I cared about was going home to see Mary but in a matter of seconds that was the farthest thing from my mind.
I could still feel his hips as he pinned me against my car door. His breath tickled my neck before his lips traced the shell of my ear. His fingers rubbed circles on my stomach clearly aching to move just a bit lower.
His actions made it clear he was only looking for sex but his words made it hard to believe that was all he wanted.
Ever since the first night he proposed his offer, he walked me to my car on several occasions to make sure I hadn't changed my mind.
'I love the way your body reacts to me,' he had whispered against my skin. 'You're so beautiful and you don't even know it.'
'She doesn't love you anymore, does she? I hate seeing you with dead eyes like this. You shouldn't force yourself through this. It's not fair.'
'I don't see how anyone could stop loving someone as pure as you.'
At the time I had thought he meant the words he said but after yesterday it's clear they were nothing but meaningless sounds.
Andrew had told me how Jem had treated him, not that I needed him to figure it out. He couldn't look Jem in the eye for the rest of the day without turning a bright shade of red while Jem only smirked before going back to what he was doing.
I was honest enough with my self to admit that jealousy ran deep through me at the sight of it but when Andrew confirmed it that jealousy turned bitter.
Now that I've had my little lash out though I felt bad.
I never accepted anything from him so I shouldn't allow myself to act like this.
I shook my head from my thoughts as my head continued to pound and reminded myself that I only had a few more days of this.
Jem seemed rather confident that this threat would be gone soon and once that happens I'll be able to forget any of this every happened. Jem will chance after Andrew, I could try to fix things with Mary; everything would be the way it should be.
A sigh escaped me as I stood up from my desk and walked out of the office.
"Heading home early for once," Denis asked with a small smile as I walked past the front desk. "Must be a special occasion."
"Only if the occasion is an early sleep. I exhausted," I said as I forced out a chuckle. He didn't bother saying anything else as I let the precinct, letting the doors close behind me without so much as a glance back.
The ride to Jem's was about like normal but Devon seemed to be in a worse mood than usual. A harsh glare laid on his face rather than his usual cold stare but I knew better than to say anything about it.
"I'm assuming you've been here long enough to get to our wing without me needing to show you the way," he asked once he was in his normal parking space, his eyes never leaving the windshield.
"I think I can manage," I sighed. I opened and shut the car door without much thought and the second it was closed the car was in reverse while Devon sped down the driveway like a mad man.
The second I stepped through the trick door, I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
Devon usually acted as a bodyguard of sorts. No one dared to so much as glance at me but now that he was gone I could feel every glare aimed at me.
People in the living room whispered things I assumed had to be hateful if I was going off of their facial expressions until I finally made it to Jem's wing.
The second the door was closed; it was like a whole different atmosphere fell over the house.
My feet led me numbly to the couch where I proceeded to flop down. My eyes shut on their own as my head laid back against the headrest. I wished for nothing more than sleep and it almost came true.
Almost.
I jumped when a soft touch landed against my neck but I didn't have to energy to make it stop.
I had forgotten where I was for a moment, thinking it was just Mary letting me know she was home before she went off to do something but when the touch pressed harder, I knew it wasn't her.
When the soft touch ended I nearly feel back to sleep but a soft nip was the only thing that kept me from falling.
Nip after nip I allowed myself to revel in the feeling until my skin was sucked into the pair of lips.
My eyes shot open as my mouth fell.
I couldn't see much but I knew better than to question whom it was.
"Stop," I groaned as he moved to the next spot, allowing himself to roll his tongue of the skin before pulling away.
"I couldn't help myself," he said with a smirk on his face as he stared down at me. "You leave it out in the open like that and I can only hold myself back for so long."
His thumb came up to trail the side of neck, purposefully rolling over the places he had allowed his teeth to play with.
"I thought I told you to stay away from me," I said with an eye roll while forcing my head away from him.
"Did you? I've never been good with following orders. I'm the boss for a reason."
I rolled my eyes at that.
"Well I guess you'll have to learn to listen like a good boy for once," I scoffed as I stared up at him. His eyes darkened a bit as a smirk crossed his face.
"Is that so? And what exactly do I get in exchange for being such a good boy," he teased, his head already lowering back down to my neck. "I can think of something that could be a rather good reward."
I didn't have a chance to lean away before he was playing with my collarbone.
A moan escapes me before I had a chance to stop it, making Jem still before a smirk formed around the skin he had sucked into his mouth.
"Seems like it would be a rather good reward for you too," he mumbled before biting down. "Surprisingly enough, this was not the reason I came in here."
The second his sentence was finished his mouth moved to my jaw while his hands moved to my chest. He didn't do anything other than allow his fingers come dangerously close to my nipples.
"Tell me, what put you in such a bad mood this morning?"
I cursed Jem in that moment.
Just minutes ago I was cursing his name but all it took was a few second of his mouth being on me to forget all of that.
I didn't care about whatever game he was playing anymore. I was just happy that his attention was on me.
His fingers inched closer to nipples before they slowly traced small circles. The anticipation was killing me. One jerk in one-way of the other would get me what I wanted.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"Andrew told me what you did yesterday," I forced out as one of his hands dropped down to my thigh.
"Did he now? Well I thought it was pretty obvious that we made cookies considering they are on display in the kitchen." His smirk pressed against my jaw before leaving a nip there and moving on.
"You groped him."
"I didn't do anything he didn't want me to." I didn't bother hiding my frown at that. "But I'm assuming that's not the problem."
His lips moved from my neck as his hands left my body. A small glare covered his face as he stared down at me.
"Is someone jealous?"
"I'm not jealous," I said with an eye roll.
"Possessive then?"
"No."
"Then why are you mad about it?"
"Because you're using us. You started with me and when I told you no, you moved to Andrew and once you get what you want from him, you'll move onto someone else."
"Is that what you think?"
"It's what I know."
"And what made you come to this conclusion?"
"I wouldn't let you near me so you moved onto to him."
"Just because I'm playing with him doesn't mean I've given up on you, or have you forgotten a few minutes ago when I got you hard? I made you a new deal when you agreed to lay low here that I wouldn't touch you until you asked. You can't be upset at me for that."
"Can I be upset that you tried to fuck my friend?"
"I'd rather you not be but I can see how that would be rather upsetting." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "You know what polyamorous is, right? Liam and his boyfriends are in a ploy relationship."
"I know a little bit about it," I admit as I shrugged my shoulders. "I assume you're ploy?"
"I am, which I'm hoping will make you understand that I'm not just going to leave when 'I get what I want'. I was living up my end of the deal before, I was waiting for you and Andrew caught my eye too. He wasn't completely ready either so I decided to wait for both of you. Turns out I'm not a very patient person," he said the last part with a small smirk.
"And you expect me to believe that?"
"Have I ever lied to you before? Even back when you were on my ass trying to get me to jail, I didn't lie to you. Why would I it now?"
"What do you want then?"
A new smirk covered his face as he leaned back down to my neck, his hands moving fro my chest to my thighs.
His hands tightened on my legs before allowed one of them to brush over my dick while his breath tickled my ear.
"The same thing I wanted months ago. I want you and I want your body, if you're willing to let me have it at least. You've tamed yourself a bit, not letting your sounds out or letting on to anything, but your body still reacts so well to me."
I shivered when he traced his tongue over my ear.
"We can take things slow," he whispered. His hand came up to brush over my nipple quickly but the small action was enough to make my breath leave my lungs. "Or we can jump right in." The light touch was gone in a second. His fingers latched onto the bud before pulling it harshly until it slipped between his fingers.
I don't bother trying to hide the moan that slipped out as my chest arched to follow his movements.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to tell Andrew first. He should know before he gets the wring idea too."
"And after that," he teased.
"I want it slow. I'm not someone you can just fuck and leave. So if that's all you want then just leave but if you're willing to do something more then I want it slow."
"Trust me," he mumbled against my neck. "I want so much more than that." His hands slipped up my chest before resting on the back of the couch while his mouth moved away from my skin. "Slow it is."
Last updated January 2, 2022
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