Shameful by May Dawson
54
Killian
WatchingRhett and West fuck Legacy up against the window, her hand banging into the glass as she comes closer, her beautiful lips parting in desire, their lips tender on her throat, was my own personalhell.
But it still made my cockhard.
After a while, I had to blow off some steam. I couldn’t risk not thinking clearly over the next twenty-four hours. I had to find a way to bring Tobias down and bring them home safely before this all escalates.
It was pretty amazing that I could talk myself into thinking I was being responsible by jerking off in a parking lot, but the next thing I knew, I was yanking my zipper down and pulling out mycock.
It was long and hard in my hand and already beaded at the tip with precum just from watching. Legacy’s breasts shook as West entered her from behind, her head falling back. One of his hands fisted in her hair, as gentle as his touchis.
I want so badly to be in there with those assholes. I want to be the one touching Legacy’s gorgeous skin, finding the lines on her back and shoulders where her tan lines showed. Her skin distracted me sometimes when she stripped down to her sports bra when we trained. I wanted to be the one who ran my fingers through that long, dark hair and kissed her lush lips. As I worked my hand up and down, I imagined that I was insideher.
But I know this was a pale shadow of what it would feel like to be withher.
When my phone warbled, I didn’t want to answer it. It always seems rude to talk to someone with your dick in your hand, even if they can’t seeit.
But it was Gibs. There was no choice. I swore and yanked my jacket over my stiff cock, where it tented the fabric like a dedicated soldier.
“Hey,” I said when I answered the phone.
“Do you havethem?”
Hello to you too. “I’ve got them in sight. Just planning my extraction strategy. Got to get them out of here quietly, no fuss—and you know it’s hard to get Rhett to do a damned thing quietly.”
The lie burned in my throat, because I hated to lie to Gibs. He would never buy my entire plan of maybe-I-should-let-them-be-attacked-by-a-vampire. He’d tell me to just bring them home and save their lives.
But maybe saving their lives was more complicated. Maybe saving them meant they needed freedom.
Maybe I didtoo.
“All right, well, Cyrus said he wants you back at the Northwood. I stalled, said you were on a mission. But that will only hold up solong.”
Cyrus wants you back at the Northwood.I’d waited for two years to hear those words, and now they just sounded hollow.
“Do you need help?” Gibs asked. “Taking all three of them down… I hope you don’t think you can talk reason intothem.”
“No, I’m not delusional,” Isaid.
“I just need a little more time,” I toldGibs.
“I’ve got a team near you,” he said, and my heart sank. “Tell me when you go, then check back in. Or I’ll send backup.”
“Thanks,” I said, when I really meant fuck you, but I was pretty sure I kept the sentiment out of my voice.