Page 62 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

T he drive home has me a little antsy and on edge. To say I’m looking forward to getting home to Indie and Miles would be an understatement. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I’ve reached the stage where I miss them during the day, and I look forward to going home to them.

I’ve lived alone for such a long time, and I thought that’s what I wanted. The alternative was to live under my father’s roof and follow his rules, so anything seemed like a better option.

In reality, being alone is probably one of my worst fears, and it’s the reason my addiction was able to spiral for so many years without anyone realising it had gotten that bad.

Initially, I worried I wouldn’t be able to share my space, but we didn’t even need an adjustment period. One day I lived alone, the next they were both there, and in some weird way, my life felt complete.

As I rush home to them now, I know they offer me far more than the partnership we’re currently building. They give me stability, which I greatly need.

I practically run into the house, eager to find them and see what they’ve been up to, only to stumble on them in the living room.

They’re both completely naked, with Indie straddling Miles’ lap.

He’s relaxed against the back of the sofa, his arms open wide across the backrest, as Indie sits on top of him.

Her back is straight, her long blonde hair is falling in waves over her tits, though you can still see her peaked nipples through the tresses, and she’s biting hard on her lower lip.

Her cheeks are red, and her beautiful emerald eyes have this almost glazed look to them, making it difficult to tell what she’s feeling.

With her thighs spread wide, I can see Miles is balls deep inside Indie’s dripping pussy, her juices running down over him.

It’s one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen, but what I can’t understand is why the hell neither of them are moving. If I were buried deep to the hilt inside Indie’s tight cunt, I wouldn’t be leaning back, having a relaxing moment. I’d be fucking her until she screams my name.

They both look up when they hear me enter, matching welcoming smiles on their faces. As a mixture of jealousy and frustration overtakes me, the words only meant for my head slip out.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you two have started without me again. I’m so fucking horny, and I’ve missed out on what looks to be another fun day.”

Indie starts to say something, but Miles quickly slaps her arse, causing her to let out a startled yelp. She falls silent straight after; her gaze dropping to the floor, though it’s clear her breathing has picked up.

Miles speaks up. “Indie is being punished. If you keep using that tone, I’d be happy to punish you next.”

My eyes grow wide with confusion. “Why is she being punished? Wait, how is this a punishment for her? It looks to me like you’re the one being punished.”

Miles lets out a chuckle, which causes Indie to groan as the vibration moves him just enough for her to feel it.

“This isn’t a punishment for me…it’s foreplay.

I can fuck her and finish anytime I want, whereas for Dee, this is torture.

No matter how much her tight little pussy is telling her to move, begging for some friction to help ease the growing ache, she’s not allowed to. ”

“Why?” I repeat.

Miles taps Indie on the arm, indicating she can respond. “I finished work early, and rather than calling Miles to let him know, I drove home.”

“Alone,” Miles growls, finishing what Indie was clearly leaving out.

“You left work without any security and came home on your own?” I clarify, my voice sounding frantic.

Indie lets out a long sigh, and I can see how much the movement affects Miles as his mouth falls open and his hands tighten into fists, but he somehow remains quiet.

“The security I had were based at Caged. I couldn’t ask one of them to leave their allocated post. I got in my car just outside of Caged and drove home.

I knew there’d be plenty of security here when I arrived.

The only time I was alone was the drive here, and nothing happened,” Indie explains, sounding exacerbated, like she’s been over this a million times with Miles.

Unfortunately for her, I’m the obsessive and possessive one, so if Miles is mad at her about this, it’s nothing compared to me. I can feel my anger and fear bubbling away under the surface, rushing through my veins like lava. The idea that we could have lost her sets my nerves on edge.

“The fifteen minute drive back here is more than enough fucking time for you to be kidnapped or killed. What the fuck were you thinking?” I snap, getting louder with each word as fear fuels my rage.

Indie glares at me, looking just as furious. “I was thinking that I’ve kept myself alive for the past nine years without anyone’s help, so I was pretty sure I could survive a fifteen minute car journey. Besides, both you and Miles were in important meetings that couldn’t be disrupted.”

I’m about to argue back when Miles cuts me off, his piercing blue gaze making it clear he needs me to listen to him. “I know you’re mad, Jacob, but I’m dealing with it. Indie knows she’s not allowed to do it again, and there will be no further discussion. Understood?”

For just a second, I want to stomp my foot and tell him I don’t understand. I want to be the one to punish her, to make it clear just how much she’s killing me by not putting her safety first. But I trust Miles’ process, and so I nod my head in agreement. “Fine,” I mumble, pouting just a little.

“Now, did you have a good day?” Miles asks, his voice back to sounding completely normal, like he’s not naked with our girl on his lap.

I flop down into the chair opposite them. I’d normally sit on the other end of the couch, but this armchair has a much better view of them together, and I’m sure as shit not missing out on any more.

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I remember the day I had with Luca. “Yeah, I had fun with Luca. We tortured someone who betrayed me, but now that I’m home, I’m thinking this looks like more fun.”

“Torture?” Indie gasps, her eyes comically wide as her brows shoot towards her hairline.

At the same time, Miles’ face darkens and his expression twists into something dangerous. “Who the fuck betrayed you?”

A shiver runs down my spine at the deep, angry, authoritative tone he uses, making it clear he’s angry on my behalf. There’s a possessive edge to him that makes my cock twitch as my stomach flutters.

“One of my usual dealers has been skimming from the profits and keeping them for himself, as well as using some of the product for free,” I explain.

“Luca gave him more than enough opportunities to come clean before I got there, and I gave him a chance, too. When he didn’t take them, I sliced him up until he confessed. ”

Miles lets out a dark chuckle, which is quickly drowned out by Indie’s loud whimpers as she throws her head back.

I can tell by the way her thigh muscles have tightened that she’s trying her hardest not to move, when her instinct is to roll against him, to seek the pleasure she knows he’s capable of giving her.

Fuck, I can see now why this is a punishment. She’s really struggling, I think to myself as I watch beads of sweat form on her brow as her knuckles turn white from the force of her grip.

“How is Luca getting on as your second in command? When Marcus told me you picked him, I had my reservations,” Miles admits, and I nod in agreement.

“Initially, I just wanted someone who wasn’t loyal to my father, which left very few people.

I needed someone who would support me, but would challenge me if they saw me doing something wrong.

I also wanted someone who isn’t afraid of getting their hands dirty, to take on the harder aspects of the job that I struggle with.

“But mostly I wanted someone who understands the battles I face daily, and who doesn’t see my addiction as a weakness. Luca may be a raging lunatic sometimes, with a psychotic side that rivals even the most sadistic of people, but he’s a really good guy.

“He knows about my addiction, and without being obvious about it, he makes sure I’m staying sober. Plus, he fucking hates my father, and only answers his calls when he feels like it, so that makes him a hero in my book.”

Miles smiles and nods, but I can see the understanding reflected in his eyes. He’s been my sober companion since the beginning, and my return to work, and the environment we’re forced to live in, has always been a concern for Miles.

He was worried the pressures of my responsibilities would push me to fall off the wagon, and because he can’t be with me every day to support me through it, it’s something he’s concerned about.

So I’m sure he’s equally as shocked to learn that Luca, our resident psycho, is a surprisingly good sober companion, without even meaning to be.

“I’m surprised he didn’t kill him while he was attempting to get him to confess,” Miles states.

“Me too, but he didn’t. He left it to me to punish him.”

Miles’ smirk grows as he looks at me with something very similar to pride. “I take it you got him to confess.”

I scoff loudly. “Of course, I did.”

Miles dips his head, like he’s offering me his congratulations. “And the punishment?”

Before I can respond, Indie cuts in, spluttering, “Slicing him up wasn’t the punishment?”

Both Miles and I let out a dark chuckle, and I can’t help but think how innocent Indie is. I plan to keep her as untainted by our life as possible.

“That was just to teach him to tell the truth, Baby,” I tell her. “When he confessed, that’s when he got his punishment… I cut his hand off. He won’t be able to use those sticky fingers to steal from me again.”

Miles smiles appreciatively, while Indie gasps, looking horrified. Then her face twists in confusion as she asks, “Why did you let him live?”