Page 69 of House Rules

Their eyes light up.

“You want me?” I ask. “Earn it. Make her come first, and you lose.”

The girls move like I lit a fuse. Clothes rip. Nails rake skin. They moan like they’re on camera.

Phoenix hasn’t moved.

She watches from across the room, back against the wall, arms folded—but her eyes don’t lie. She’sflushed. Breathing faster. Her lip is caught between her teeth like she’s trying not to feel anything at all.

My cock throbs.

Don’t move.

I turn back just in time to see Blonde Number One flat on her back, the other one between her legs, fingers pumping fast and hard while she licks like a girl on a mission.

Maverick whistles, then drops beside me with a drink. “This is the best party we’ve had all month.”

Atticus has his girl on all fours, whispering in her ear while she fingers herself slow and desperate. Storm’s got his girl straddling him but his eyes keep sliding back to Phoenix. He’s trying to look casual, but his hand is clenched too tight around the base of his drink.

I want Phoenix to look pissed. To pout. To lash out.

She doesn’t.

She looksturned on.

And that’s worse.

Because I know—I know—if I bend her over against that wall, she’ll be soaked for me. She wants to break just as badly as we want to break her.

But until she begs, none of us are touching her.

A high-pitched moan cuts through the music. I look back just in time to see one of the girls convulse, her thighs shaking as shesquirtsall over the couch.

“Fuck yes,” Maverick says.

Atticus slaps his girl’s ass and murmurs something filthy before she crawls forward toclean it up—first licking the couch, then the overstimulated girl lying there like a wrecked doll.

Winner-Girl crawls over to me, all teeth and pride. She puts her hands on my shoulders and straddles me without permission.

“When do I get my reward?” she asks.

I glance past her at Phoenix.

My anger reignites.

“Now,” I say, and haul the girl into my room. I toss her onto the couch like she weighs nothing.

Not the bed.

Never the bed.

That’s mine.

“Suck my cock like you sucked her pussy and I’ll make you come on it,” I say, bored, unzipping my fly.

She drops to her knees and gets to work.

I stare at the ceiling.