If he sent me this video to push me over the edge, to force me to admit I want to fuck him, it worked.
A groan rumbles from deep in his chest, and he wears the most delicious frown as every muscle in his torso tightens. His hand moves fast over his cock.
“I’m going to come,” he murmurs, head tilted back, the long line of his throat working. Every sensation in my body heightens and my lips part with pleasure at his strained expression.
Watching Rory jerk off is the best thing I’ve ever seen. Urgent, insistent pleasure builds between my legs. I’m so close.
His eyes open and he looks at the camera, looks right into my head, before he sends me the cockiest, smuggest grin and nudges the phone with his free hand.
There’s a clacking noise, and now the only thing visible on screen is his hotel room ceiling.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, and my eyes are wide as I listen to the sound of him stroking himself.
Listen, not see. I blink at the screen in disbelief. Did he actually—
That fucking dick. He did that on purpose. He did that to tease me, to wind me up and then leave me aching for him. I nearly scream in frustration. I’m too horny, too worked up and desperate and wet and needy.
I just need to come. And I still haven’t seen Rory come, which pisses me off.
I close my eyes, picturing what I wanted to see from the video. Picturing his cock pulsing, his abs tightening, and him spilling hot cum all over his stomach. I imagine his chest rising and falling fast as he catches his breath, shooting me a sated, glazed look, the same one he gave me after I rode his face.
Pressure builds and I’m about to come—
There’s a knock at the door, and I freeze.
“Hazel,” Rory thunders from outside. “Let me in.”
CHAPTER 47
HAZEL
Through the peephole, I see Rory on the other side of the door, wearing a murderous expression, arms folded. My heart starts pounding but I open the door.
“Hi.” My skin prickles as his gaze moves down my body, flaring with heat. There’s a hard set to his jaw, and his nostrils flare. “I didn’t like the last thing you sent and I’m not wearing it.”
“Good.” He steps inside with an expression like a storm cloud, eyes flashing with possessive fury as I shut the door. “Because I didn’t send it.”
My whole body goes cold and tense. “What?”
When he meets my eyes, my stomach wobbles from the way his flash.
“Who bought it?” I whisper.
“McKinnon.”
My stomach turns inside out, and I gag. “What?”
“Are you okay?” His hands land on my upper arms, and worry flickers through his eyes as he scans my face. “What can I do to make this better?”
I’m grossed out by what Connor did, but my body is still humming, twitchy and agitated from watching the video before Rory got here. “I’m okay.”
Rory being here, his fresh scent teasing my nose and his hands on me, it’s making it better.
“You being here is helping,” I admit.
He closes his eyes, letting out a pained exhale. “I’m feeling really jealous right now, Hartley, and I feel like I’m going to do something stupid.”
Wicked delight curls inside me, and I bite my bottom lip. “Like what?”
“Like send you a video of me jerking off.” A muscle tightens in his jaw. “I’m sorry.” He looks away, and it’s the same remorse from when he gifted me the weekend away with Pippa. “I went too far.”
I make a face, confused, before it hits me: I didn’t respond. He sent the video and I disappeared.
“I didn’t respond,” I say on a sigh. “Shit.”
Oh god. Hazel, you asshole. Of course he thinks he went too far.
His tongue pokes in his cheek. “If you want to go back to the way things were before, we can.” He looks down at me with such earnestness my heart cracks open.
I can’t believe I ever thought Rory Miller was an asshole. He’s not. He’s just not.
“I just watched it,” I blurt out, pressing my thighs together. I can still feel how wet I am.
His gaze sharpens, fingers flexing on my shoulders. “Really.”
“You didn’t go too far.” I sound breathless, and I can’t get enough air as our eyes hold.
“Two years, I watched you with that prick.” His eyes flash. “I hate that he still thinks he has you.”
“He doesn’t.” I’m not sure what we’re doing here anymore but I have an overwhelming need to prove to him that Connor doesn’t mean anything.