Chapter 33 Don't Wake Him
\[Anthony’s POV\]
My head throb, and so does my neck, as the world around me begins to come back. Beneath me is hard and cold, causing a chill to enter my body before I slowly pry my eyes open and find I’m lying on the floor of someone’s living room.
Groaning, I slowly sit up while the room around me spins. Fuck, did I drink that much to end up like this? As this thought hits, images of the previous night with Atticus and Tabitha begin to appear, and before I can even piece them together, I’m jumping up.
Letting out a growl of frustration, I take in the area around me once more and realize that I had slept on the fucking floor of Atticus’ living room.
“Bastard,” I hiss, taking in the cup that I had been given before passing out. Lifting it, I sniff until I can make out the scent of herbs. “He fucking drugged me.”
Throwing the cup on the ground, I look at the stairs and begin to move, making my way up them until I spot Tabitha moving silently down it towards what I can only assume is the bathroom.
Her gait is slightly wobbly, and her legs look stiff, giving me an idea of what must have happened, and that just pisses me off even more.
Surging forward, I grab her by the arm, and then pull, pinning her against the wall.
“Anthony?” She gasps, her eyes growing wide. “What are you…”
“Did he touch you?”
Although I already know the answer to this question, I want to hear it from her. Was she really already over me and sleeping with other men? How deep was her connection with Atticus? It couldn’t possibly be that deep since they only knew each other for a few days, but they had already progressed to physical.
“Well, did he?” I push when she doesn’t respond. “Where did he touch you? Was it like I touched you?”
As I speak, I press my knee against her core, earning myself a moan of desire before her gaze darkens and she is lifting her hands and pressing them against my chest.
“Back up!” She snaps, attempting to move me to no avail due to the difference in our size and strength. “So what if he did? It has nothing to do with you!”
“But it does!”
Unable to handle the idea of her being with someone else, I slam my mouth against hers while one of my hands travels to the small of her back to pull her closer to me while my other hand wraps into her hair.
At first, she doesn’t move, and I find myself wondering if she’s going to continue to push me away, but to my delight, her arms snake up around my neck and her mouth opens, allowing her tongue to jut out and find mine.
Immediately, the world around me disappears as the hole that was slowly growing in me begins to be filled, thanks to the woman in front of me. How was it even possible that I could live without her or allow someone else to take her when she was what truly mattered to me?
“Anthony,” she whimpers as my hand slides further down, sneaking beneath the shirt that she is wearing. To my satisfaction, I find that she isn’t wearing anything underneath, allowing me access to her already wet core. “Oh fuck!”
Gasping, she tightens her hold on me as I begin to move my fingers in her.
“Did he touch you like this?” I husk near her ear, earning myself a shiver of delight. “Did he make you feel as good as I do?”
Dammit, it really pissed me off that he had the nerve to knock me out and have his way with Tabitha, but if he thought I would give up, he was wrong. If anything, this just made me want to possess her even more, and despite being pissed and hurt due to my cheating, her body clearly still craved me.
“We can’t,” she manages, though her legs spread wider, allowing me better access. “What if…”
Smirking, I continue to finger her while pressing my lips against hers to muffle the moans that are beginning to escape.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, baby,” I murmur. “Otherwise, he will hear us.”
Whimpering, she tenses before an orgasm begins to surge through her.
“Fuck,” she hisses, squeezing my hand with her thighs so I can’t move. “I’m cumming!”
When she comes down, she begins to claw at my pants while I lift her, allowing her to wrap her legs around me. Once my dick is free, she palms it and positions it at her opening so that I can enter her.
“Dammit,” I growl, beginning to move. “You’re driving me mad with your hot and cold.”
“I can’t,” she pants as I fuck her hard and fast. “Help it.”
Not responding, I continue to move while imagining that everything was fine between us, even though I knew that it wasn’t.
“I’ll make it right,” I say, fixing my gaze with hers. “I’ll cut Holly out of my life entirely; will that make you happy?”
"I..." she begins, but stops as a cold aura begins to press against us.
Letting out a huff of frustration, I turn and take in Atticus, who is watching us with a narrowed gaze.
“Don’t mind me,” he says, remaining in place. “I didn’t mean to disturb.”
“Then fucking leave,” I snap.
“And miss the show?” He chuckles. “I don’t think so.”
As he speaks, he begins to move toward us until he is standing directly beside us. Reaching out, he grabs Tabitha’s chin and turns her head so that he can press his lips to hers. A soft moan escapes her before she opens her mouth to him.
For a moment, I don’t move as I try to make sense of what is happening, but when my determination to not lose out to Atticus hits, I begin to move, fucking Tabitha while another man makes out with her, and so help me, I actually get turned on by it.
Moaning, Tabitha pulls away from Atticus and presses her lips to mine while I step forward, allowing Atticus to position himself behind Tabitha.
“Are you inviting me to join?” He asks cockily. “Because I won’t refuse.”
A gasp escapes Tabitha as her body tenses, and I feel Atticus’ dick pressing against mine as he slowly enters her ass. Fuck, what the hell had gotten into me? Why was I allowing this?
Unable to answer this question, I continue to move, wanting to be the one that makes Tabitha feel the best, but as my movements grow faster and rougher, so does Atticus'.
“Oh fuck, that’s it!” She pants as Atticus and I both fuck her. “Harder, fuck me harder!”
Shit, this was both wrong and super kinky, and from the way Tabitha’s walls tightened around me and the way her juices began to erupt around me, I knew that she really enjoyed it. And in that moment, I came to the conclusion that if it made her happy, I would give it to her, even if it meant sharing her with another.