Page 26 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

TWENTY-FIVE

SAVAGE

Ican’t take my eyes off Tobi. It takes everything I have not to come quickly. He doesn’t take me deep, but just the way he looks up at me through his dark eyelashes has me fucking hooked.

I don’t stop looking at Tobi, but in the back of my mind I know Ambrose is watching and—I like it—I think.

He moans around me, and I slide a hand into his hair, needing to hold onto something so I don’t lose it. His tongue swirls and he bobs up and down, trying to get more of me in his mouth.

Ambrose’s seething hammers in on us. His eyes haven’t left my groin since Tobi got on his knees.

He’s got to be so fucking mad, and that thought makes me harder, which should be impossible.

But out of the corner of my gaze, I see Ambrose move.

Is he adjusting himself? I quickly look at him to find his hand on his cock.

He looks massive behind his sweats. Girthy, too—his hand barely closes around it.

He’s hard watching this? I can’t really blame him. Tobi is hot as fuck, and he looks so good with my dick in his mouth.

I really fucking like being watched. Is that fucked up?

I knew I was kinky, but this takes it to a different level.

Especially considering it’s my step-brother watching.

The guy I want to punch in the face half the time is turned on by this, and I like it, but I’m not going to let myself think too hard about whatever deep psychological trauma caused me to like my step-brother watching.

I’m just going to enjoy this. I smile, kinda against my will, but Ambrose will just read it as smug and I won’t correct it. I’m not giving him a fucking inch to use against me with Tobi.

I refocus on Tobi and say, “I love your mouth,” but my gaze occasionally strays back to Ambrose.

He isn’t jacking off, but he’s adjusted himself more than once, and now his massive hand sits on his cock.

I bite my lip, holding back a groan. I refuse to let myself come fast in front of him, but I also want to make sure Tobi feels encouraged.

He looks up at me again and fuck, I can barely take it anymore. I stroke his face and murmur how good he’s doing. How hot he is. Everything a perfect baby girl needs to hear.

He groans around me again, and I start to lose it.