The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(32)

“Great idea,” I mumbled dismissively.

After throwing the rest of my drink back, I promptly poured another. We were at least ten minutes from the hotel and my chest was so filled with dread for when we arrived it I felt as though I were a death row inmate.

“Come here, Henry.” His tone was gentle, and if I closed my eyes, I could imagine it was just the two of us.

Keeping my gaze aimed at the floor, I moved to his side.

“I never would have taken you as the shy, nervous type,” he teased quietly.

I wasn’t shy or nervous. I was pissed the f*ck off that the one person I wanted needed a woman involved in order to want me too.

His eyes found my mouth as our thighs pressed against each other. Heat radiated like a ball of fire from the point of contact. That was all it took with Evan. A simple brush of his leg and I was rock hard.

“I’ll be fine,” I replied. And I would be—as soon as she got the hell off him and gave me a turn.

A turn?

God, I seriously hate myself right now.

Refusing to look at her, I couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing. All that mattered was that his gaze was still intently aimed at my mouth. Was I allowed to kiss him? Why was I questioning if I was allowed to do anything? Oh, right—because we were playing his game now.

Fuck that.

I inched closer, brushing my lips across his in an almost kiss.

“Whoa,” she breathed, finally drawing my attention to hers. “How does this work? Do you two…like, make out and stuff too?”

“Would that bother you?” Evan asked.

I didn’t wait a single second to hear her reply. I hoped watching two men kiss would bother the f*ck out of her. So much so that she would run like hell the moment we got to the hotel.

She gasped when my lips landed on his. His mouth opened with a growl. His hand finally left her leg and moved to the back of my head instead. I shifted, shoving her legs off his lap before swinging my own over to straddle his thigh. Most of my weight rested on my knee on the seat by his hip, but I carefully slid my other to the exposed seat at the junction between his legs. His cock immediately thickened at the contact.

Smiling against his mouth, I basked in the knowledge that he hadn’t already been hard.

Not for her.

Just me.

For all I knew, Jessica had jumped from the moving vehicle by that point. Because, as his tongue rolled against mine and his hands slipped under my shirt, unabashedly exploring my body, she was nothing more than an afterthought. Or, in my case, a neverthought.

But that’s when I felt her.

Her tits brushed against my arm and her lips found my neck. If I’d been forced at gunpoint to tell the absolute truth, I would have had to admit that it wasn’t terrible to have Evan’s tongue invading my mouth and her lips trailing up to my ear. However, it wasn’t good, either.

But, as I opened my eyes and prepared to shut her down, I realized it was totally worth the heebie-jeebies.

His mouth was still moving against mine, but his eyes were slitted, focusing on her lips at my neck. There wasn’t even a hint of enjoyment in his gaze. His forehead crinkled and the skin between his eyebrows pinched together. He hated watching her maul me, and the satisfaction that knowledge gave me was immeasurable.

Not so fun with the tables turned, now is it, Evan?

Smiling to myself, I tipped my head to the side, giving her more room just so I could witness his reaction. His lips came to a screeching halt. When her hand landed on my stomach, I recoiled, but it was worth every second because a deep growl rumbled in Evan’s chest.

Not a moan. Not a groan.

I’m talking a possessive, animalistic growl.

He used the back of her head to peel her off me, and then he deepened our connection. He painfully gripped my hip as his kiss became punishing. It hurt in ways that made me feel as though he were repairing me. Unable to stop, I guided a hand between us and popped the button on his jeans. He broke the kiss long enough to pant his permission, which I hadn’t asked for. And then I dipped one finger under his waistband and found the smooth, hard flesh at the head of his cock.

“Fuck, Henry.” He lifted his hips and begged for more, but that was as far as I got.

Jessica’s hand snaked down to join mine, reminding me once again that she was there. I roughly caught her wrist, halting her wandering fingers.

I fought the urge to snap at her and instead whispered, “Slow down, doll.” I then shot Evan a pointed glare, begging for him to put a stop to this.

He was lying to himself if he thought she was anything more than his safety net. He wanted her involved so he didn’t have to admit to himself that he really only wanted me. But, if actions spoke louder than words, he was screaming my name so loud we’d both end up deaf.

Her lips had been at his throat, but the only place his had traveled was against my mouth. He hadn’t even kissed her. And, besides his hand on her leg, he hadn’t advanced on her at all, either.

He held my pleading gaze for a few beats before releasing an audible sigh and saying, “I can’t do this.”

Shifting me off his lap, he slid across the seat, leaving me wide open for Jessica to misread the entire situation and swing a leg over to straddle me.

“Wait. Wait. Wait.” I pressed myself back into the seat, frantically reaching out for Evan.

This was so f*cked up. It was like a comedy of errors without the actual comedy. I was a gay man trying to seduce a straight man who thought I was bisexual while he tried to pretend he wasn’t interested in a gay man by requiring that we share a woman. Because that totally made it acceptable to dry-hump another man.