Page 78 of Ready Or Not

I stand there, momentarily stunned. I’ve seen her naked before, but each time, she’s just as stunning. She’s covered in dark tattoos that trace up her arms, over her collarbones, and all down her thighs. My eyes lock on those toned legs, legs I want to spread open as she fights me. As I look, I lock on the Medusa tattoo on her hip. My eyes narrow, and my stomach clenches.

A Medusa tattoo. When I first saw Riley get it, I thought it was just because it fit her aesthetic.

Riley clears her throat, and I snap my gaze at her. She smiles sweetly at me. “Eyes are up here, Mr. Kennedy.”

I shake myself out of my head. I came in here for a reason. “Rachel, let’s go.” It takes everything in my power not to look down at Riley’s tits. Her perfect, round tits that I know are hanging nicely. She’s doing this on purpose.

Riley jumps up, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch her tits bounce. “Wait. I want to make a deal.”

I clench my jaw. “Rachel, come.”

“I’ll tell you about Noel if you let me out of this room.”

“No.” A free Riley is a dangerous Riley—to herself and others.

“Please.” She pouts her bottom lip out, which does nothing but make me want to bite it as she cries under me.

Rachel clears her throat and looks at me. Then, she gives Riley a tiny glance.

I stare at Rachel. Is she suggesting that I hear Riley out? How will letting her manipulate me help her love me?

“I’ll stay in the house. I just need out of this room.”

I stare at Riley, calculating, thinking through every potential problem. There are a lot of them.

Riley frowns. “Fine, I’ll just keep my mouth shut then.”

I canfeelRachel’s gaze on me.

I cross my arms. “You can come downstairs to make breakfast.”

“Sold.” Riley claps her hands.

“You’re coming upstairs right after.”

“What, afraid I’ll charm your dick into letting me go?”

I snap my glare at Riley. Which is a mistake because she just gives me a pretty smile and said dick bobs in response.

“I mean it.” I narrow my gaze so I see less of her tits.

“What am I going to do, Manson? You’re right here, and you have locks on all the doors. Disappear into thin air? Teleport?” She picks at her nails. Which are perfect.

I just cock my eyebrow. All the doors are padlocked shut, and my windows are nailed down. I’ve been planning this for a very long time. There’s no escape from this house without my permission. But somehow, this is still a bad idea. A very bad idea.

Rachel is standing just outside of reaching distance, so I lean over to grab her arm. “I’ll put Rachel away, and then we’ll talk.”

“Yay!” Riley bounces up and places a kiss on my cheek.

Instantly, all the blood rushes to my dick, and I snap out my free hand, grab Riley by the throat, and yank her to me for a real kiss. As her lips smash into mine, I inhale her sweet scent, and it almost—almost—makes me not regret my decision. I yank her away from me. “You still have to talk.”

Riley smiles up at me, and her gaze is nothing but trouble. “Of course. Noel–”

“Not here,” I cut her off. I won’t have my wife’s secrets aired in front of everyone. Especially not when she’s still naked, and I have her yanked so close to me that she’s also touching Rachel. It looks erotic, both of their soft bodies pressed together.

I pull them apart immediately.

Riley crosses her arms and shakes out of my grip. “She can hear what I have to say.”