The Other Man (The Other Man Series Book 1) by D Breeze Read Free Book Online Page A

he’s having a few issues with this,” she dismissed me.
    “Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t you dare, Carlie. I agreed to go along with this fucked up mess for you . I’m letting this fucker in our house for you . Right now, I’m holding onto my last shred of control and not letting my anger go, for you . So don’t put that shit on me. Don’t throw around words like ‘issues’ when this isn’t about me. This is all about you. My thoughts on the matter are clear, now let’s get this shit over with.”
    She didn’t respond but she did have the sense to look guilty. So she should. Without sounding like the pussy she was making me out to be, it was tearing me apart inside.
    “Does this bother you?” Considering I wasn’t looking at him, Zach’s question made my eyes fly to his. His hand snaked around the curve of Carlie’s waist and he pulled her back into him. “Or what about this?”
    That same hand climbed upwards; I ignored the fact that she had dressed up in some, sheer, lacy, red little corset thing and concentrated on her reaction. Her eyes had turned glassy, and her breathing was accelerating. Her face screamed nervous anticipation but her body was already paying attention. If I didn’t look at his hands, if I didn’t listen to the words that came out of his mouth, just reading her body’s reactions was almost beautiful.
    Realising that this guy was playing me, with my own wife’s arousal, I reacted. I moved across the room, swung Carlie around into my arms and stepped back, putting a few feet of space between them. She yelped, but turned to face him, picking up on my signals.
    “This isn’t your game,” I told Zach. “If we’re doing this, we do it my way.”
    Panting for breath, Carlie wheezed out a suggestion that we should be talking first, setting some rules. I didn’t want to talk to the guy. If he overstepped a boundary, if he pushed me too far, he’d just have to learn the rules along the way. Stupid maybe, but sitting down and having a discussion would just ruin me. I could let this play out, and I would.
    Conjuring up the visions of Carlie’s speech about this night, I carved out a plan in my head.
    I gripped Carlie’s hips and squeezed but kept my eyes on Zach, “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? How many times have you watched her work-out and thought ‘I wish I could have her’? How many times have you gone home and jerked off to the thought of being able to do this?” I slipped my fingers along the edge of her panties and teased her entrance. “How many times have you thought about how it would feel to hear her moan your name as she comes? Or to watch her ride your cock like a pro?”
    Other than a barely-noticeable lip twitch, he showed no outward reaction but I knew my words were affecting him. The way Carlie’s inner walls were clenching around my fingers made me continue.
    “Don’t forget that I hold all the cards here. Your mind games won’t work on me,” I kept up my relentless assault on Carlie’s senses as I spoke. “If you want to come closer, you ask me . You want to touch her, you ask me . You even want to look at her, you...ask...me. Or you can leave and just keep dreaming about it because you’ll never get the reality. Understood?”
    Carlie whimpered when I sped up my fingers, her juices coated my hand and Zach’s eyes fell to her pussy. He nodded slowly, but his confidence didn’t falter when he confirmed, “Understood.”
    I thought he’d immediately come closer, or ask to at least, but he didn’t. Leaning against the opposite wall, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared. His eyes were hungry and his fists clenched, he was keeping his reaction in check. Carlie was right, I wanted to toy with him.
    I sucked on the sensitive skin at the base of her neck and she moaned when I lightly twisted one nipple. Her hips moved in tandem with my fingers, she was searching for it. I wanted to toy with Zach, I wanted to toy with Carlie. The