Page 113 of Rock Giant

“My precious buxom angel.Mine… Mine.All…fucking…mine.

He was going to puke.

Paul shoved his fist into his mouth and bit down hard enough the taste of iron flooded his mouth.

The mushroom cloud exploding inside his head at least spared him the full interactive experience of witnessing Nash flood her naked cunt and grunt his way through that release.He knew he was making sounds of fury and despair.

“Paul.”

His gaze snapped to her face.Concern creased her brow.She was hot in the cheeks, a little breathless, but her attention was on him, on the heat pouring off him, and his punctured, bleeding hand, not Nash.Not the man who’d just come inside of her.

“Are you okay?”she mouthed.

“Fine.”He was fine.Not really.At least some part of him knew something inside of him had snapped.

“I’m sorry.”

None of this was her fault.None of it.

He was sorry too, for ever leaving her, and allowing her to fall into Nash’s clutches.

Nash bent over and placed a kiss halfway along Jodi’s back.“Love you,” he said in a half-arsed way.

The fuck he did.

The fucker didn’t love her.He didn’t give a shit about her.Wouldn’t know what love was if it fucked him with a shovel.

“Okay.”Nash patted her still upthrust arse as he slid his already shrivelling cock free of her cunt.“Let’s go.”

“You fucking what?”Paul’s emotions were addled, but not enough to prevent him being outraged all over again.Monster.The guy was a fucking monster in addition to being a dick.

Nash was already reaching for his shirt.“Mate, we’re all done here.”

“You selfish git.”

“Come on, Jo-Jo, let’s go.Fun’s over.”

“You really are a complete and utter wanker, aren’t you?You’re done, so the party’s over.”

“Like I give a shit if you get off.”

Paul made a choking noise.“Wasn’t me I was thinking about.”

“Paul, it’s—”

It was not okay, and he said so.

Nash fished around for his trousers.“She barely ever comes.Tell him, babe.”

He was so nonchalant about it, that Paul figured his ears had to be malfunctioning.

“Castle?”

Not only did she refuse to look at him, she’d gone both very still and very quiet.

How had Jodi, his Jodi, ended up with a guy who couldn’t get her off?Any minute the top of his head was going to blow off.“You can’t make her come, and you’re okay with that?”He lobbed the words like grenades at Nash, before scooting his attention back to her.“He can’t make you come, and you’ve chosen that?”

“Fuck you, dude.She’s not wired that way.Lots of women find it difficult.”