Veils of Rivalry Chapter 13

Blaise's POV

My stomach objects to the scent of scrambled eggs and bacon, which greets us as we emerge from the bedroom.

Allie beams at us as she plates the food. “Just in time for breakfast.”

Unlike my girlfriend, Allie is dolled up to the nines.

With a wince, I collapse onto the chair, pulling Mia with me, if for no other reason than to provoke a reaction from Cole. He looks extra tormented today, dressed in last night’s clothes. I’m surprised he’s still here, tolerating Allie’s sunshine mood.

Shutting the fridge door more forcefully than needed, he stalks to the table and gives me a glare. Nipping Mia’s earlobe, I pretend I don’t notice his animosity while she giggles like a schoolgirl.

“Though judging by the sounds that came from your bedroom not five minutes ago, you’ve already had breakfast,” Allie teases.

I glance at Cole as I tug on Mia’s earlobe with my teeth. “I’m ravenous.”

“Gross,” Allie laughs, plopping down onto her seat and picking up her fork. Then she looks up at Cole with a frown. “Aren’t you going to sit?”

He pulls out a seat and lowers himself down. Tension radiates off him in waves, but Allie and Mia are oblivious as they discuss last night. Who fucked who, and who passed out where. All boring, mindless chatter I care little for.

I do, however, care a lot about the daggers Cole glares in my direction. I wonder what has gotten him so worked up this morning. It’s amusing as hell.

“Eat your food,” I say, smirking in his direction as I tip my chin.

Those long fingers curl around the fork, and he stabs the bacon on his plate, a muscle working in his jaw. The fork connects with the porcelain violently as he holds my gaze.

My dick jerks in response, and I lean in to sink my teeth into Mia’s neck. If he only knew we have both filled her hole, though not at once. However, that’s another stimulating thought. I wonder if she could take both our dicks if we had her trapped between us, using that pussy until she milks the cum from our balls.

Shifting Mia on my lap, I squeeze my now throbbing dick to ease the ache while I imagine what it would be like to feel his thick cock move against mine inside my girlfriend’s cunt, stretching that tight hole to its limit. Maybe even breaking her.

He finally looks away to inhale his food, and I watch his jaw work, his hair falling over his stormy eyes. Allie leans into him, and my interest piques further when he flinches. It’s sudden. Gone just as fast.

His eyes clash with mine again, and I raise a brow. What are you hiding? What are you not telling the world? Is that pretty girlfriend of yours not satisfying your needs?

After we’ve finished eating, I wash the dishes while Mia escapes to have a shower, and Allie locks herself in her bedroom to answer her mom’s phone call.

Cole hovers, leaning against the fridge like a storm cloud, watching me the entire time with his head tipped back and his booted feet planted wide, hands buried deep in his pockets.

I wait him out, soaping up the plate in my hands. The water is too hot, but I welcome the burn. I like the heady sensation of his eyes drilling holes into the back of my head.

What’s going on inside his skull? What is he doing here?

“Why did you drink so much last night?” he asks, his husky voice drifting over my nape like a caress.

I shrug, squeezing soapy bubbles from the sponge, imagining it’s his cock in my hand and I’m milking the cum from his balls. “Jackson challenged me to drink.”

“Jackson?” There’s an edge in his voice.

He’s on the move, prowling closer while I slide the sponge in a wide circle over the plate. I squeeze again, coaxing more creamy foam to the surface, and it slowly slides down my fingers. “You like that, don’t you, Cole? Give it to me.”

I smirk. “You sound tense.”

His heat lines up with my back, warming more than just my skin beneath the T-shirt. I feel him everywhere, his breath wafting over my neck to tease the short strands curling around my ears. I focus on the sponge in my hand and trail my thumb through the creamy foam. “Such a good boy for your little brother. Look at all that cum.”

“I told you to break up with your girlfriend. I’ll show the video⁠—”

I spin around and curl my fingers around the counter’s edge. “You’ll do no such thing, Cole.”

His jaw twitches, and then he scoffs, shaking his head. He looks away, but I grab his stubbly chin with my wet hand, momentarily transfixed by the foam seeping from between my fingers.

I pull him to me until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from mine, and he comes willingly, crashing into me like a furious wave. “Don’t play with me, Cole. You don’t know me. Trust me, you have no idea what I’m capable of if you corner me. I will bite, and it will hurt.” Turning his head, I brush my lips against his ear, feeling his dick twitch inside its denim confines. “Maybe that’s what you want?” I shove him away, and he stumbles back.

His eyes flicker briefly with an emotion that’s as unfamiliar and elusive to me as the organ that thuds harder behind my ribcage. He surges forward to trap me against the sink. “You want to test me, Blaise? Go ahead. Provoke me. See what happens.”

When he looks at me this way, it’s too much, so I focus on his clenching jaw and the slight hitch in his breath. Every part of me, from my throbbing heart to my straining dick, aches for him. We’re a toxic mess of pushing and pulling until one of us breaks. I’m not used to emotions or the onslaught of them as his intoxicating scent and venom assault me, seeking weaknesses in my shield.

“You want me to provoke you?” I ask, wetting my lips.

“If you dare,” he challenges.

Laughter climbs up my throat. Is he serious? Of course, I do. I flash him a wide smile, appreciating this side of him that takes no prisoners, that wants to see me fold.

“Oh, I dare.” Straightening up, I grab his dick through his jeans and palm the rock-hard length, making his breath catch in his throat.

“Interesting,” I muse, caressing the wet patch. “I saw how you flinched when Allie leaned into you earlier.”

His choppy exhales crash against my lips, but he doesn’t move away from my touch or tell me to stop.

Very fucking interesting, indeed.

I squeeze his dick, breathing a laugh as mine grows impossibly hard. “You’re not flinching now. Interesting, don’t you think? Remember the other day when the roles were reversed in the bathroom. You threatened to expose me to my parents and accused me of being aroused. Funny how the tables have turned.”

His throat jumps and he lifts his chin defiantly as though it takes everything in him not to beat me to a pulp. He wants to lay into me with his fists. Make me bleed.

This is a battle of wills. Who will fold first? Who will back down?

“Let me guess. She doesn’t satisfy you. Maybe you pretend to like pussy, when all you really want is to choke on a big, fat cock?”

This time, he slaps my hand away and steps back. I revel in the victory, watching him from beneath wavy strands of my dark hair. Ragged exhales split the silence as he fists his hands rhythmically, trying so damn hard to regain his composure. There’s a softness beneath the anger, a fragility I find more enticing than his next trembling breath or the lick of his lips.

If I had my way, I’d peel him open, layer by layer, until I get my hands on what’s hiding at the core of him. What’s behind that vulnerable look he throws at me.

Allie stumbles out of the bedroom, disturbing this tense moment of his walls crumbling to dust. “Phew, she never stops talking.” Her voice reminds me of nails on a chalkboard, and the urge to throttle her with my bare hands tingles at my fingertips.

Cole turns around and slams his lips to hers in a display meant entirely for me. I’m intrigued nonetheless as I watch the muscles shift in his stiff back. His fingers drift to her hip, teasing a soft moan from her lips, trailing over her skin where her tank top meets her shorts.

Amused, I push off the sink and saunter past them. He won’t fuck her. No matter how much he tries to convince me otherwise.

Before I turn the corner, I peer over my shoulder. Cole is already watching me from beneath his lashes while cradling his girlfriend’s face in his big hands and feasting on her mouth.

I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, the muscles bulging.

Show me what you’ve got, Cole.

He kisses her like she’s the air he breathes, and I must admit that he does a convincing job, but he can’t fool me. We’re both chameleons in our unique ways, hiding behind impenetrable walls and cracked masks.

Chuckling, I step away, exiting the room.