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“Stop,” I said. “Ross, stop. She’s mine.”
The word came out louder than I meant. Ross froze with his hand on his zip. Fiona’s eyes flew open.
“Okay,” Ross said quietly. He moved back off the sofa and sat on the floor, giving us space. “Okay. Totally fine.”
Fiona sat up. She looked at me and saw it in my face, whatever it was. The jealousy I’d sworn I wouldn’t feel.
“Hey,” she said. “Hey. Come here.”
I climbed onto the sofa. She pulled me on top of her and kissed me hard, and I could taste him on her, and it should have put me off, but it did the opposite. I was so hard it hurt. I shoved my jeans down and pushed into her and she was soaking from him, from his tongue, from all of it.
“Yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours. Fuck me, Cal.”
I fucked her hard on the sofa while Ross sat on the floor three feet away. I didn’t look at him. I looked at her. She wrapped her legs round me and came screaming my name, and I came seconds later, buried as deep as I could get.
Afterwards Ross let himself out quietly. He sent a text: All good mate. Respect.
Fiona lay on my chest and stroked my hair.
“That was hot,” she said. “Honestly. But we never got to the part we talked about.”
I knew. My jealousy had won, and I wasn’t sure I was proud of it.
Ending 10 of 16: Mine. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.