Page 35 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

I f I hadn’t been lurking in the shadows, listening to their conversation, and had just walked in to find Indie and Jake together, kissing on the sofa, I’m not sure how I would have felt.

But hearing them talk about me, discussing that nothing can happen between them without me, it sends me into a tailspin.

While my mind is replaying their words, listening to Indie say she won’t choose but she will share, my body reacts to the scene before me. Watching Indie grind against Jake as he holds her in place, while he devours her, has me hard as a rock.

For a while, I just watch and listen, trying to decide what to do. Part of me wonders if I should walk away and let them have this moment, but the possessive side of me can’t do that. So, I decide to make my presence known.

They jump apart, looking startled. Indie almost falls on her arse, but Jacob guides her to find her feet. As soon as she’s safe, he tries to discreetly adjust the tent in his trousers.

Indie’s eyes are wide and panicked. “Miles, it’s not what you think. I mean, it is a bit, but… I mean, fuck, there’s more to it as well,” she stutters, her words rushing out frantically.

My gaze flicks between them, and while Indie looks to be both panicked and shocked, Jake has a mischievous grin on his face, letting me know he has zero regrets.

I raise a brow at him in a challenge, and his eyes light up as he chuckles. Indie turns to glare at him. “Why the hell are you laughing right now?” she snaps furiously.

“I’m laughing because if this bothered Miles, he’d have shouted, punched me, or left by now. Instead, he’s standing there with a rock hard dick and fire in his eyes,” he replies smugly.

All at once, every pair of eyes in the room drops to my crotch, myself included, and Indie gasps slightly when she realises Jake was right. She looks up at me, hope shining in her emerald-green gaze as she takes a hesitant step towards me.

“Miles…” My name sounds like a prayer from her lips, like she’s pleading with me, asking for something I’m not sure I can give.

“Stop,” I demand, using a tone that leaves no room for arguments.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek when they both freeze. I knew Indie would do as she was told, but I’m shocked to see Jacob did, too.

Indie looks like she’s about to say something, but I fix her with a stare that makes it clear she needs to remain silent, so she does. “Indie, sit on his lap again like you were before I interrupted you,” I say firmly, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice.

Indie’s eyes widen in shock, and when she doesn’t move, I give her a look she hasn’t seen in several years, but it’s one she hasn’t forgotten. She quickly pushes Jake back down onto the sofa, and before he can let out his startled yelp, she climbs onto his lap.

“I clearly interrupted something before, so feel free to carry on,” I tell them both with a wave of my hand, as I move to take a seat.

There’s a large armchair to the side of the couch, and when I’ve turned it around slightly, I have the perfect view.

Although Jake puts his hands back on Indie’s hips to hold her in place, he doesn’t do anything more, and neither does Indie. It’s clear they’re going to need a little more instruction.

“Dee, were you enjoying kissing him?” I ask, ignoring how easily I swapped to her old name. She was lucky to have been born Indianna, as there are a lot of nickname variations she can use without changing her name.

Indie nods quickly, her small voice not inline with the enthusiasm her body is giving off. “Yes.”

“If I hadn’t interrupted, would you still be kissing?”

“Yes,” she repeats without hesitation.

“How far would you have gone?” I ask, my heart racing in anticipation of her response. Jake looks just as eager to hear it, too.

She tilts her head a little, looking uncertain. “I’m not really sure,” she admits, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth as her nerves spike.

I give her a reassuring nod, making sure to keep my face a blank mask that gives nothing away. I don’t want my thoughts and feelings to influence them.

“But you feel comfortable enough with Jake to let him fuck you?” I ask.

Indie pauses, her eyes widening as she looks startled by my upfront question. The blush spreading across her cheeks does nothing to ease my throbbing cock.

“I do, but I probably wouldn’t have gone that far right now. We were talking about stuff we have to sort out first, and having sex would have only complicated things,” she admits.

Although Jacob is staying quiet, I see the way his eyes light up when he hears her say she trusts him enough for sex. I can only imagine how much his dick is aching right now, particularly with her shuffling on top of him.

“I heard you talking before.” Both of their eyes widen in shock at my confession.

Indie fixes her gaze on me, letting me see the conviction behind her words. “I meant what I said… I won’t choose between you. I know we aren’t in the same place we were before, but I hope one day we will be.”

For the first time in seven years, my heart beats without the lingering ache that’s been there since it was fractured beyond repair. I look over at Jacob, wondering what he thinks about what Indie’s saying, and I’m surprised that he’s being unusually quiet.

Jake lets out a sigh as he drops his gaze, refusing to make eye contact with me. “As I said to Indie, the issues we had are still there and they’re not going to go away overnight, but I really want to try. It’s been ten years and I’m still not over you.

“Now I don’t have drink and drugs to numb and distract me, I have to face my feelings like an adult. I like you, Miles, but I like Indie too,” he admits, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine, as he finds confidence in his admission.

I pull in a breath as I give him a sharp nod. “I’ve heard enough,” I say firmly. Both of them look a little scared, so I turn my heated gaze to Indie. “Kiss him.”

I leave no room for discussion in my instruction, making it clear we can talk about anything else later. For now, this is something we all need.

Indie hesitates, and Jake looks a little uncomfortable too, so I lean forwards, fixing them both with my sternest glare before focusing on Indie. “This is your first warning. Disobey me again and you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

As soon as she hears the words, and acknowledges my tone, her eyes light up and she drops her head submissively, making my cock twitch. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” she says.

Then, without hesitation, she captures Jake’s lips with hers. He’s stunned at first, but quickly gives in when he tastes her.

They kiss passionately, and I watch in amusement as Jake’s brain catches up with him. When it does, he pulls his lips from Indie’s and drops his head back, giving them both some space. His eyes flick frantically between me and Indie, looking confused. “What the hell? Did you just call him Sir?”

I can’t keep the smirk off my face on seeing his bewilderment. Indie just shrugs, choosing not to elaborate, so I do it on her behalf.

“We’ve only really had one sexual experience, and as it was experimental, I held back a little, but I’m sure you remember that I like to be in charge?”

Jake blushes. “I figured it was just the heat of the moment, and you knowing what you wanted,” he mutters, though he doesn’t look away.

I shake my head slowly, my devilish smirk growing as my eyes narrow seductively. “No, it’s more than just wanting to be in control. I like to see my partner submit to me.”

His eyes widen comically, and he stutters, “A-and y-you like t-to punish them?”

My smirk grows as he shifts beneath Indie, pulling a soft moan from her. “It’s not like a real punishment, more of a funishment, but I enjoy putting you in your place if you forget.”

I stress the word you , so he knows I’m imagining pushing his limits when he forgets I’m in charge. He can be the leader outside this house, but when it’s just us, he answers to me.

He looks stunned, but curiosity burns in his eyes too. “What type of punishments?” he asks.

I turn to Indie, who has been watching our conversation with an eager expression, like this is the progress she’s been waiting for. “Why don’t you tell him?”

She shuffles on his lap, her eyes darkening as she feels his hard length beneath her. Her mouth falls open slightly, presumably when he rubs against a sensitive part, but she manages to hold back her pleasure, choosing to focus on my instructions instead.

“It depends on what I did wrong. Sometimes it’s a spanking, sometimes it’s edging or orgasm denial.

He pushes me to that fine line between pleasure and pain, but never goes too far,” she explains, making it sound like this happened just yesterday, not seven years ago—not that my tastes have changed since then, but her’s might have.

I don’t even want to think about the possibility of her being with other men during our time apart. While I’m fine with her touching Jake, the thought of another man putting his hands on her sends me into a fucking murderous rage.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Jake clears his throat, gulping nervously as he stares at me. “Do you always have to be in control, with everyone?” he asks. “I’m not sure I can call you Sir. It would feel weird."

I chuckle at his expression, but Dee cuts in before I can explain. “He didn’t make me call him Sir. It just sort of slipped out once, and we found we both quite liked it. I have a praise kink, and love it when he tells me I’m doing well, and so this just fits in with my submissive nature.”

I nod as I add, “Honestly, we discovered most of what we like, or don’t like, by experimenting. We’d talk, telling each other our fantasies. If one of us did something the other didn’t enjoy, we’d make that clear, so it doesn’t happen again. We also had safewords, though we never used them.”

“So you learnt through experimenting?” Jake asks.