Page 27 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

TWENTY-SIX

AMbrOSE

Forcing myself to stay in this chair is torture. I both want to be Savage, to know what Tobi’s mouth feels like, and want to kill Savage at the same time. My emotions are all over the place. I hate being this turned on with him in the room. It’s confusing everything I thought I knew.

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.

“He said we couldn’t take turns.” Savage has a glint in his eyes that makes my fist itch to swing at him.

“No, I think I’m into it,” Tobi mutters.

We both stare at him again, and he goes red, wiggling on the floor between us.

“See? He wants to be with me!” I say. “And since this is my room, I can make you leave for my time because I don’t want to fuck you.”

Savage smirks, trying not to laugh. “You’re already kinda fucking me.”

“How do you figure?” I’m confused, and he grins like he’s about to drop a bomb.

“Because my cum was inside his mouth. Right where your dick is going to be.” The fucker winks at me and grabs Tobi by the throat to pull him into another kiss.

“Enough!” I step forward, wanting to pull Tobi behind me, “Get out.”

Savage’s lips pull into a smile while he’s kissing Tobi, and he doesn’t even make a move to stop.

My hands ball into fists, and I’ve never wanted to hit him more. “You had your fucking time with him. I haven’t seen him in two weeks.”

“You snooze you lose.” Savage holds up his middle finger behind Tobi’s back. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous of you. I live with him. I can touch him any time.” I know how silly it sounds out loud, but I can’t just let him have this.

“Seems like you are.” Savage grabs Tobi’s ass, pulling him closer. “I already let you watch. The least you can do is let me say goodbye.”

“Will you get the fuck out already?!” I’m about to blow, and I’m not sure if that’s going to involve coming or picking a fight.

Savage finally releases Tobi and looks into his eyes. “You don’t owe either of us anything. You want to do this?”

Tobi looks at his feet. “Yes.”

Savage rubs his thumb over Tobi’s carotid. “Okay. I just want you to remember you can say no to anything at any time, even if you’ve agreed beforehand.”

“I know.”

“Even if it’s your roommate. I’ll kick his ass if you ever feel pressured.” Savage cups his cheek. He’s so soft with Tobi, softer than I've ever seen him. I didn’t know this side of him exists.

“Thank you.” Tobi rubs his cheeks against Savage’s palm.

I’m not mad Savage is giving him the consent talk, but I want him to fucking leave. I cross my arms.

“Are you done?”

Savage meets my eyes. “This is good for you, too.”

“I know,” I say through my teeth, surprised at the reminder that what I want matters, too. I don’t know how to process that, and he needs to leave.

Savage steps back, and I get between him and Tobi so he can’t pull anymore shit. He shakes his head as I open the door, gesturing for him to go through it.

“We could go get a bite to eat, give him a break.”

Tobi laughs behind me as I growl.

“He’s probably famished…” Savage is full on laughing.

Dickbag.

“I’ll be sure to feed him.” I shove his chest.

He gives way under my push and steps out. I slam the door in his face.

I lean heavily on the door, needing a second to calm down before I touch Tobi. He deserves a soft hand, not my anger at things I can’t change.

“Ambrose?” I turn and look at him, cock straining against the sweatpants he’s somehow still wearing, face flushed, wearing Savage’s fucking hoodie.

“Take that off.” I stalk toward him and rip the offending fabric from him when he just looks confused. “I don’t want to be reminded of him right now. You’re mine.”

With one hand on his jaw, I slant my mouth over his while walking him back to his bed. Savages cum still lingers on Tobi’s tongue, and it takes everything in me not to growl.

The bed is going to smell like Tobi and Savage. I don’t think I can handle that right now.

I cup the back of his head with both hands and press our foreheads together, just breathing him in. “I missed you.”

His fingers slip under my shirt, and he lifts onto his toes to kiss me softly. “I missed you, too.”

I take another kiss, deepening it until every trace of Savage is gone. Tobi whimpers and grinds his cock against my leg. Fuck, he’s going to be my undoing. I adjust our feet, so he has a better angle and palm his ass to show him how to move. His fingers dig into my skin when he trembles.

“Fuck, what you do to me,” I groan against his lips.

“Show me, please.”

“You really want to after just…” I don’t want to say the words.

He chews his lip but nods. “I haven’t gotten off, and um…you watching was hot.”

“Watching you was pretty hot, even if it was Savage.” I sneer his name.

Tobi practically beams. “Are you hard?”

“Painfully so.”

“Show me already!”

With wide eyes and blown pupils, he watches me as I take his hand and slide into my sweats and boxers. His little gasp when I wrap his hand around my cock is hot as hell.

“I need…” he whispers.

“Need what?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know–just do something. I’m going to die if I don’t come soon!”

I chuckle and shove my hands into the waistband of his pants, pleasantly surprised to find nothing underneath. With my eyes locked on his, I push his pants down his hips to pool at his feet. He’s fucking gorgeous, and I love how much smaller than me he is.

Tobi shivers and something enters his eyes, something uncertain.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

He shakes his head. “No, I want to.”

“Then what’s this look for?” I rub the pad of my thumb over his eyebrow.