Page 76 of The Substitute

How is this all so easy for him? How is he not fighting himself every step of the way?

I didn’t realize watching was going to affect me like this. The last time I walked in on them, I’d been too angry to process anything else, and they quickly moved to just cuddling. The jealousy I had over not being included was damn near overwhelming, but I got my time in with Tobi and told myself to shut up.

But this? This is so much harder to watch.

Savage glances at my groin when my hand flexes over my cock, then smirks, lifting his gaze to mine.

Bastard.

Does he know that this is more than just Tobi? That watching the two of them is turning me on in a way nothing else ever has?

Heat flames across my face, rivaling my arousal but not slowing it down. My cock is very okay with what is going on it—it’s my brain that’s fighting it. I’m dealing with an internal war between arousal and anger. I don’t know which will win out.

The light catches on the silver balls of Savage’s piercing, and I’m angry all over again. When the fuck did he do that?

How do they feel when he fucks? Or on your tongue?

My head conjures up the sensation of the balls dragging across my tongue, and I want to see how accurate it is.

Fucking hell. I can’t want to do anything with him.He’s my fucking step-brother. I hate him. But I don’t really. I hate my father and his mother for enabling him. I just don’t want to like him or anyone in that fucking house.

I clench my jaw until my teeth ache just to keep my hands to myself.

The blush on the back of Tobi’s neck deepens, and I focus on him again. I’ve seen it before, and it has nothing to do with embarrassment. He likes being watched. I can’t see as much from my position as a part of me wants, just the movement of Tobi’s head and Savage’s fucking smug face. But part of me wishes I wasn’t seeing it at all.

It’s hot as fuck watching Savage struggle to keep his eyes open, hearing his moans and labored breathing, while I do nothing but watch. And I hate how hungry I am to be involved. The last few weeks, I’ve been starved, and now what I’m most desperate for is right in front of me, but I can’t have it. Not yet. Once again, I’m playing second to my god damn step-brother.

I clench my fists and crack my neck to keep from lunging at them, ripping Tobi away, and pummeling Savage. Maybe a broken nose will make him less pretty.

Doubtful.

And fucking Savage knows what he’s doing. Purposefully pushing my god damn buttons with his little smirks and words of encouragement for Tobi. I see them even if I’m not looking directly at him.

Even from here, I can tell his pupils are too big and his breathing too deep. It’s clear he’s aching to come and getting so damn close. My body throbs at the very idea of seeing him give in to the pleasure, but I’m not willing to deal with the aftermath.

If I let my walls down, I don’t know what will happen. I’m fueled by spite to succeed without my family. To prove my father wrong. If I let Savage in, it’ll be a downward spiral into forgiving his mom, then once again dealing with my father. I’ve barely broken free. I can’t go crawling back.

Savage looks down at Tobi, mumbles something that makes him squirm and whimper around Savages cock then he locks eyes with me. He lets out a ragged groan. Pleasure at its purest drips from him, and I know he’s coming. His head falls back and his entire body flexes, while a light sheen of sweat makes him glisten. Like he wasn’t already hot enough.

My own body tenses, aroused beyond thought and ready to snap. Tobi lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a surprised squeak. There’s a small choking sound, and Savage breaks his hold on me to check on Tobi.

I drop my gaze too, but I’m not really seeing.

Savage needs to leave. I need him out of my space.

Out of my fucking head.

Away from the guy I’m quickly developing feelings for. This little game is fucked up, and it needs to stop.

Movement brings me back to the moment. Tobi is up on his knees with Savage cupping his face and looking at him like he’s hung the moon. It’s such a personal, private expression that I look away. It’s not for me.

But I would kill to have Tobi look at me like that.

“My turn.” I stand and clear my throat.

“You don’t really expect him to want to just blow you, too?” Savage scoffs and leans back on his hands.

“Wait…umm…” Tobi looks pensive.