Page 46 of House Rules

“It’s something you should be swallowing.”

A look of confusion slides over her face as she crawls again.

“Colder,” I yell again as she crawls across the room, away from me.

“Ice cold, kitten,” I say as she sends a questioning glance towards the far wall.

She turns and starts crawling back towards me, a glint of something that looks a little like desire in her eye, and I wonder for a second if she’s as hungry for what the rest of us are so desperate for.

There is no way.

She probably wants Maverick, or maybe Con, but I know that look of want isn’t for me. A lick of anger goes up my spine as I realize she will never want me the way I want her. Not with the others around.

Everyone always compared us—our parents, our teachers, every single woman trying to fuck one of us. It was always either Con or Maverick that came out on top. Fuck her for looking at me like that, as if she could ever want me the way she wants them.

But that’s not going to stop me from taking advantage of the situation.

“Warmer,” I say as she moves closer towards me.

She stops in front of me and turns to face me, sitting on her heels. “You’re very warm.”

The motion hesitant, she lifts her hands and puts them on my knees.

“Scorching hot, kitten,” I say, my voice a rasp as her hands slide up my thighs to my belt. I reach down and unzip my fly, taking out my cock and watching the way she licks her lips as I fist it.

“Do you want to suck my cock like a good little girl?” I ask, lacing my fingers through her hair and pulling her face towards my cock.

Her eyes widen, and there’s a brief resistance. Then she nods, licks her lips, and takes me into her mouth.

I stifle a groan. Fuck, but her mouth is so hot, so soft and wet. Her eyes closed, she slides her lips up and down my cock, massaging it with her tongue. Of their own accord, my hands lift and move to cup the back of her head, my fingers tangling in the strands of her hair.

It’s not fair that a woman this beautiful is this talented. It’s too much for one person. My eyes slideclosed while I tip my head back against the doorframe and relax, focusing on the pull of her sweet mouth around me, but they pop open again as quickly as they close.

I need to see her. I need to watch her, so I know this is really happening. That Phoenix Jones is on her knees in front of me, worshiping my cock with her mouth.

It’s not just her mouth, though. It’s the way she follows orders like they’re prayers. Like she wants to be good. For me.

No one’s ever looked at me like I could be worth obeying.

God, I have thought about this so many times. She’s always seemed so sweet and innocent, like she couldtrulybe such a good girl—not just playing the part. I had this feeling she would be submissive, that she would easily bend to my will.

I want to pull her to her feet, taste her sweet lips before laying her on my bed and spending hours exploring every single inch of her body before fucking her so thoroughly that no one else would ever be able to satisfy her like me.

She may not make me her first choice, but I want to fuck her so good that I’ll be her final choice. She’ll know, just like I already do, that no one else will ever measure up to the way I can break her body and make her mine.

But I can’t. She isn’t mine. Not yet.

I need to make her beg for my cock. I need to make her so desperate for me to fuck her that she begs me unprompted.

Which means I need to call a halt to this.

“Stop,” I order, my teeth clenched. She either doesn’t hear or ignores me, her mouth continuing to work my cock. My balls tighten and draw up towards my body, preparing to fill her throat with my seed.

I close my eyes, trying desperately to gather my famed control. Technically, I wouldn’t be cheating. Oral sex isn’t the same as fucking her, but the others might not see it that way. I’ll be damned if I lose on a technicality.

I put my hands on her head and push her away from my cock. “Get out.”

Still on her knees, she stares up at me, confusion clouding her eyes. “What did I?—”