The Boy on the Bridge Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
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I figure Hunter just needs to make a point, assert his dominance. I expect him to leave it at a kiss to mark me in front of a perceived rival.

But then his hands slide under the hoodie he gave me. I gasp against his mouth as he palms my bare breasts under my shirt.

“Hunter,” I say, breaking away.

“Yes, Riley?”

I feel heat climbing my body, heat that has nothing to do with the fire. “Maybe we should go inside,” I suggest.

Hunter shakes his head. He remains on top of me, straddling me, and almost defiantly starts to play with my breasts.

Mortified, I look over at Sherlock. “Maybe you should go.”

“Should I?”

I gasp as Hunter’s thumb runs over my nipple. Nodding fervently, I explain, “I can’t say no.”

Sherlock frowns, not comprehending.

“We’re playing a game,” I say, in a rush to explain before Hunter draws another breathless response out of me. “He can do whatever he wants—” I gasp again as Hunter squeezes my nipple, then flattens my breast against his palm and leans down to claim my lips. When he breaks away, I try to finish quickly. “He can do whatever he wants to me. I can’t stop him.”

I don’t know what I expect to see on Sherlock’s face as he watches my boyfriend toy with me, but all I see is dark interest. “Sounds like a fun game,” he remarks, glancing at Hunter. “Do I get a turn?”

Hunter smiles, meeting his friend’s gaze. “No. But feel free to watch me play with her.”

I swallow, not at all liking the sound of that. “Hunter…”

He looks down at me, cocking an eyebrow as he defiantly tweaks my nipple. “Riley…”

“This is a bad idea.”

Chapter Sixty

Hunter

I’m no stranger to bad ideas.

Riley’s probably right. In some ways, this is one.

In other ways, it’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever had.

It rubs me wrong, being a jealous guy. I’ve never encountered that before Riley. Never really looked at other men and saw much of a threat, either.

Sherlock, though. Fucking Sherlock.

He’s a different breed. A predator. A threat, even if you think you’re above that kind of thing.

And he called my fucking girl a pet name.

Buttercup.

His affection for her ignites something inside me. Anger courses through me thinking about it, but I channel it. Rather than lose my shit on Riley, I squeeze her tits a little harder.

Fear and uncertainty flicker across her pretty face, but there’s something else there, too.

I know she’s not comfortable, but that’s all right. People don’t need to be comfortable all the time.

As long as she’s at least a little bit titillated underneath that barrier of fear, we’re all right.

And she is. She squirms beneath me, her teeth sinking into that bottom lip this fucking bastard bit.

Oh yeah, it’s on.

I pull one of my hands out of her shirt so I can graze her bottom lip with my thumb, then I slide it between her pretty little lips. “Suck it, baby. Pretend it’s my cock.”

She squirms again like she’s in agony, like I’m killing her by making her do this. It’s too dark to tell, but I’d bet my trust fund she’s fire engine red.

Still, she wraps her warm, wet lips around my thumb and sucks like a good girl.

A smile claims my lips. I glance over at Sherlock and see his hot gaze locked on her mouth as she sucks me.

He’s not the only fucker who’s not afraid to play with fire. All he did was douse a car in gasoline and light a match. I’m gonna mess with him.

I couldn’t do this if I didn’t know Riley was mine.

I’m gonna show the bastard just how mine she is.

Shy, reserved bookworm Riley doesn’t fuck with an audience.

She will for me, though.

She’ll do anything for me.

Well, just about anything.

I’m not sure right now how far I’ll take it, but I get so much enjoyment out of seeing Sherlock want something he absolutely can’t have, watching Riley squirm like I’m torturing her as I play with her in front of him. Every bit of it’s fun, so I don’t see it stopping soon.

I take my thumb out of her mouth. I think I should show him how good she is at sucking my cock next.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” Riley asks nervously, looking down as I unzip my pants.

“You know what I’m doing.”

Her big blue eyes widen. “Can we please go inside?”

I smile, caressing her face. “I like when you say please.”

“I’ll say it more,” she promises. “I’ll do anything you want. Please, Hunter.”

I take my cock out, moving closer to her face. I can see she’s flushed, even in the dark. I graze her bottom lip with my thumb one more time, but this time it’s not just to remind her of the kiss. This time it’s to coax her lips open as I bring my cock to it.


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