Page 73 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

I lean over and capture his lips with mine, kissing him passionately as I let him feel how much I care about him. It’s over way too quickly, and as my thoughts return, I realise there’s something I never asked.

“You said they were okay with us dating, but you never mentioned what this means for your job.”

I have bodyguards of my own, and I know exactly what would happen if someone who was hired to protect me didn’t do their job. As much as I don’t want to believe that Marcus could fire his best friend, I’m sure he’d always put his job and his safety first.

“I was hoping you’d miss that part,” Miles grumbles.

“What do you mean? What have I missed?” Indie asks, her questions tumbling out.

Miles lets out a huff. “My job is to protect Marcus at all costs, and he believes, now he knows how I feel about Jacob, that whenever the three of us are together, I won’t be able to do my job properly. He called it a conflict of interest.”

“I’ve been called worse,” I reply sarcastically, which I’m relieved to see makes him smile.

“What does that mean?” Indie asks, looking as worried as I feel, but am trying hard not to show.

“It means… I’m moving jobs. I?—”

Indie screeches, cutting him off. “He can’t fire you!”

Miles squeezes her hand as he stops her from what I’m sure would be an even longer rant. Guilt overwhelms me as I realise I’m the reason Miles has lost the job he loves.

His thumb soothes over my cheek before he rubs it along my bottom lip, my breath catching in my throat as I look up at the man who has my heart. “He didn’t fire me.”

“What?” I ask quickly, more confused than before.

Miles chuckles. “We’re calling it a promotion, but it’s really just a shift in duties.

I’m still going to be his Head of Security, responsible for hiring and training security staff, but I’m also going to be his second in command.

I’ll go to all the important meetings with him and help him run the business.

“In the meantime, we’re going to form a small team who will be responsible for Marcus’ safety on a day-to-day basis. So when the three of us get shot at again, there will be someone there whose job it is to keep Marcus safe, and he doesn’t have to worry about me saving your arse, Pretty Boy.”

I can’t help but laugh at the twinkle in Miles’ eyes. “I’d prefer if you didn’t get shot at,” Indie grumbles, which only makes us laugh more.

“What if I save you next time?” I ask as I lean towards him, my voice taking on a deeper tone.

“You make a much better damsel in distress than I do,” Miles replies, leaning closer as his smile turns to that smirk of his I love so much.

Indie gasps, her eyes widening as she shuffles on my lap, her gaze flicking over to me. I know exactly what she’s feeling right now.

“What’s the matter, Gorgeous Girl?” Miles asks, though there’s no doubt he already knows.

Indie turns on my lap, shuffling as she spreads her legs wider until she’s straddling my thighs. She turns to Miles, her eyes darkening with lust as she says, “I can feel him getting hard beneath me.”

Miles reaches up and runs his fingers through her long blonde hair, stopping once he reaches the back of her head. He grabs a fist full and tugs her head back, forcing her to arch her back as she presses her tits against my chest.

She groans, no doubt from the sting of him tugging on her hair, and the new position presses her body down on my aching cock. As Miles turns her head towards him, he leans over and kisses her.

Their faces are right beside mine, and I have no choice but to watch as Miles devours her lips with his own. Indie moans into his mouth, rocking her hips against me as she loses herself in the kiss.

I grab hold of her hips, my fingers grasping on so tight it will leave bruises, as I try to stop her from grinding on me too much. The last thing I fucking want is to blow my load in my boxers.

When Miles finally pulls away, he’s got that wicked smirk on his face, and Indie is smiling at him with a blissed out expression. Her eyes are dark, blown with passion, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from the abuse he just dished out. She’s never looked fucking sexier.

With his hand still grasping her hair, Miles turns her head until she’s looking down at the bulge straining against his trousers. He then uses his free hand to take hold of hers, forcing her to reach over and grasp him over the top of his trousers.

As she cups his hardening cock, he lets out a low groan. “Now who is more turned on?” he asks.

Indie rocks against me as she strokes her hand over Miles’ length, suddenly looking very fucking wide awake. “Both,” she says, sounding breathy.

“I think after the day we’ve both had, we deserve a bit of a reward. Don’t you?” His voice is so deep and seductive, I’m surprised it’s not making her head spin.

She nods quickly. “You both looked after me in the meeting. And after the shots were fired, I was so scared of losing you.” Indie’s voice catches, her eyes growing wide as thoughts from the day come rushing back.

Letting go of her hips, I place a hand on each of her cheeks, making sure she sees how much I mean the words I’m about to say.

“We both live dangerous lives, and neither of us will make you promises we can’t keep.

But we can promise to always look after you…

and each other. You both mean the world to me, and no matter what life throws our way, I’ll fight for us. ”

I capture her lips with mine, kissing her deeply as I let her feel just how much she means to me. As soon as I pull back, Miles replaces my lips with his own.

“We will fight for each other,” Miles tells her when they break apart.

“Now, what’s this reward?” I ask casually, wiggling my brows in an attempt to lighten the mood and get us back to where we were before.

Indie smiles, the haunted look in her eyes fading, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I hate knowing I’m the cause of her sadness or anxiety, but my job is a part of who I am.

It took me a long time to embrace the destiny I was born into, and once I did, after letting go of the reservations and hatred I had over being forced into it, my life became so much simpler.

I actually like my job now that I’m doing it my way, with Marcus by my side. But I never want what I do to cause Indie any stress, so this will definitely need to be a discussion we shelve for another day. One when she’s not grinding against my hard cock whilst palming Miles’ bulge.

She looks over at Miles. “I believe you were the one who mentioned a reward…Sir.” She adds on Sir after a long pause, and I can see Miles preen at the word.

His grip on her hair tightens, and he pulls her head back, exposing her neck to me as he turns her to face him. “I did. Do you think we deserve a reward?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathes out, and I can feel a shudder run through her body as she trembles over me.

Miles then turns his dark gaze on me. “Do you think you deserve a reward, Pretty Boy?”

I don’t even hesitate; I nod rapidly. “Fuck yes.”

Miles lets out a dark chuckle as he leans in closer to me, his lips right beside my ear as his breath flutters over my cheek. “Do I get to choose the reward?”

My brain has officially turned to mush, and I’m incapable of forming any sort of coherent thought. “Yes, Sir,” I reply on auto-pilot.

The smirk Miles throws my way should irritate the shit out of me. Instead it makes my cock twitch so much it has Indie moaning, rolling her hips as she does.

With his lips still beside my ear, he pulls Indie closer, until I can feel both of their breaths mixing beside my cheek, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “Indie, do you think you could take us both?”

Indie gasps as I let out a low groan, worried I might actually come in my boxers before I get the chance to get my cock out. “Yes,” she replies quickly, her lips tickling my ear.

“Then take your clothes off, get on your knees, and get us both ready,” he says in a tone that leaves no room for discussion—not that there fucking would be one.

Miles lets go of her hair as Indie slides off my lap, rising to her feet as a blush spreads across her cheeks. Her gaze flicks between us as she slowly removes her vest top and jeans, leaving her standing in front of us in nothing more than a black lace bra and matching French knickers.

Miles leans closer to me, grabbing my attention from the gorgeous half-naked woman standing in front of me. “You better get naked too,” he says, his voice so low it’s almost hypnotic.

Honestly, I’ve never stripped quicker than at that moment. I’m not sure how I removed multiple items of clothing at once, but I did. I’m fairly certain I ripped a few buttons off my shirt when they wouldn’t open quick enough.

Miles chuckles beside me as I throw my boxers to the side, landing on top of the pile I created with the rest of my clothes. My cock bobs against my lower abdomen, straining and hard with pre-cum pooling on the tip, making it appear angry and swollen.

I turn to see Miles staring at my dick, his eyes dark and hooded as he licks his tongue over his lower lip, and I fight to suppress a groan. Without even meaning to, I lean closer to him, desperate to feel his lips against mine.

When I’m close enough to kiss him, he pulls back slightly, that smug smirk of his growing when he sees how much I crave him. I draw in a ragged breath as I say, “I think it’s only fair you get naked, too.”

His brow raises at the challenge in my voice, but then he smiles. “Well, if it’s fair.”

As he takes his shirt off, Indie shuffles from one foot to the other in front of us, pulling both of our attention back to her. She’s rubbing her thighs together, desperately trying to ease some of the tension between her legs.

Miles fixes her with a pointed stare, his smirk turning to a frown. “You are not naked. I thought you were going to be a good girl and follow my instructions.”