Beyond Boundaries (Chapter 29) (LoveBoy Tales)

Brian's dream began innocently enough, with the familiar sight of Leah standing in front of him, her back turned as she undressed, her body still glowing from the night they’d shared. But as the dream progressed, something shifted—darkness crept in around the edges of the scene, and when Leah turned to face him, her expression was distant, her eyes filled with something cold and unfeeling.

Suddenly, Brian found himself unable to move. His hands were tied behind his back, his legs locked in place. Panic surged through him as he realized he was trapped, forced to watch as a group of men—faceless, muscular, and looming—entered the room. Each one of them was drawn to Leah like moths to a flame, their eyes hungry as they circled around her, taking in every inch of her naked body.

Leah didn’t flinch. In fact, she welcomed them.

“Is this what you want, Brian?” she asked, her voice eerily calm as she looked over her shoulder at him. “You wanted to watch… wanted to see me taken by others. Now you get your wish.”

The men moved in closer, their hands touching her, stroking her body as she moaned softly. Brian struggled against his bonds, his chest tightening as jealousy and arousal surged through him, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t move. He was completely powerless, forced to watch as these men claimed Leah in front of him.

Leah’s moans grew louder, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. The men took turns with her, each one entering her, using her, while Brian was helpless to do anything but watch. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes as he saw the pleasure on Leah’s face, the way she seemed to revel in what was happening.

But it wasn’t just the act of watching that tore at him—it was the way they taunted him.

“Look at him,” one of the men sneered, his voice thick with amusement. “He can’t do anything. He’s just sitting there, watching us fuck his wife.”

Another man laughed, his hands gripping Leah’s hips as he thrust into her, her moans filling the room. “You’ll never touch her like this again,” he said, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. “She doesn’t need you anymore. She has us.”

Brian’s chest tightened, the weight of their words crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He wanted to scream, to shout, to tell them to stop, but his voice was trapped in his throat. The humiliation burned hot inside him, and the helplessness felt like a prison he couldn’t escape.

Leah, seemingly oblivious to his torment, turned her gaze toward him. Her eyes were cold, detached, as she looked at him with something that resembled pity. “I don’t want you anymore, Brian,” she said, her voice soft but filled with finality. “You’re not enough for me. You’ll never be enough.”

Her words pierced through him like a knife, cutting deeper than anything the men had said. His heart shattered, the weight of her rejection nearly unbearable as he watched her being taken over and over again, her body responding to them in ways it never had with him.

“I never want you to fuck me again,” she whispered, her voice dripping with cruelty as she leaned toward him, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You’re useless to me now.”

The men laughed, their taunts growing louder as they continued to use her, their hands roaming over her body as she moaned in pleasure. Brian felt his world closing in around him, the walls of his mind collapsing under the weight of Leah’s betrayal, of her words, of the way she seemed to relish his humiliation.

“Say it, Brian,” one of the men commanded, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction. “Say you’ll never touch her again.”

Brian’s throat tightened, his voice choked with emotion as he tried to resist. But Leah’s gaze, cold and unfeeling, bore into him, and he knew—deep down—he had no choice.

“I’ll… never touch her again,” he whispered, his voice trembling as the words left his mouth.

Leah smiled then, a cruel, triumphant smile that made his heart sink even lower. “Good,” she said simply, her voice filled with satisfaction. “That’s exactly how it should be.”

The dream began to spiral then, the scene becoming more chaotic, more unbearable. The men continued to taunt him, Leah’s moans growing louder, her body responding to their every touch. Brian felt like he was drowning in it, suffocated by the humiliation, by the knowledge that he was powerless to stop any of it.

And just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore—just when the weight of everything was about to crush him—he woke up.

His breath came in short, panicked gasps, his heart racing in his chest as he jolted upright in bed. The room was dark, quiet, and for a moment, Brian couldn’t tell if he was still dreaming or if he had finally woken up.

Then he felt her—Leah. She was lying beside him, her body warm and soft against his, her breathing slow and steady in the stillness of the night. She was there, in his arms, not in the dreamworld that had tormented him so deeply.

Brian exhaled shakily, his hands trembling as he pulled her closer, needing to feel her, needing to reassure himself that she was still his, still real.

Leah stirred slightly, her hand resting on his chest as she murmured something in her sleep. She was peaceful, oblivious to the nightmare that had shaken him to his core.

But even as he held her, even as he felt the warmth of her body pressed against his, Brian couldn’t shake the haunting feeling of the dream. The words she had spoken in his nightmare still echoed in his mind, the cruel taunts of the men still ringing in his ears.

“I never want you to fuck me again.”

He shivered, pulling her closer still, as if holding her tighter might somehow banish the dark thoughts from his mind. But no matter how tightly he held her, the fear lingered—the fear that, one day, her words might become real.

As I lay there, holding Leah close, still shaken from the nightmare, her body shifted against mine. Her breathing changed—slowly becoming more aware. I felt her stir in my arms, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Her hand drifted across my chest, fingertips trailing lightly as she began to wake up. I tensed, wondering if I could keep the lingering darkness from the dream hidden, but Leah, perceptive as ever, could sense something was off.

She blinked a few times, then slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. Even in the dim light, I could see the concern flickering in her gaze. “Brian?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep but tinged with worry. “Are you okay?”

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. Just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

Leah shifted, sitting up slightly, her hand gently caressing my face. “You sure?” she asked softly, her eyes searching mine. “You look… shaken.”

I hesitated, my mind still spinning with the remnants of the dream, but I didn’t want to bring it up—not right now. Instead, I focused on her, on the real Leah in front of me. “I’m fine,” I said again, this time more firmly. “It’s just… everything from yesterday, I guess.”

At that, Leah’s expression shifted. I saw the recognition in her eyes, the memory of what had happened on the beach, the night with Nick, all flooding back to her. She chewed her bottom lip nervously, her brow furrowing as she settled back against the pillows beside me.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke, the silence thick between us. I could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her, and I knew she had things she needed to say, things we both needed to talk about. Eventually, she broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I hurt you, didn’t I?” she asked, her tone filled with a mixture of guilt and vulnerability. “With everything that happened… at the beach, with Nick… I could feel it.”

I exhaled slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. Part of me wanted to tell her it was fine, that everything was okay, but the truth was, it had been a lot. The nude beach, seeing her with all those eyes on her, the way she submitted to Nick later that night—it had stirred up emotions in me that I hadn’t fully processed yet.

“It was intense,” I admitted quietly, turning to look at her. “Everything. From the moment we set foot on that beach to what happened with Nick last night. I don’t know if I was fully ready for all of it.”

Leah bit her lip again, her eyes filling with remorse. “I’m sorry, Brian,” she whispered. “I… I got carried away. I let it go too far. I could see it in your face when you watched me… I know it hurt you.”

I shook my head, taking her hand in mine. “Leah, it’s not that simple. Yes, there were moments where I felt jealous, moments where it was hard for me to see you with Nick, or with those men at the beach. But… there’s also something deeper, something I can’t fully explain. I wanted it too. I *want* to see you like that, to see you take pleasure in ways I can’t give you.”

She looked down at our joined hands, her fingers squeezing mine. “But I don’t want to hurt you in the process,” she murmured. “That’s not what any of this is supposed to be about. I love you, Brian. And I don’t want this—any of this—to drive a wedge between us.”

Her words hung in the air, and I could feel the weight of them pressing down on both of us. This journey we’d started together, this exploration of our boundaries—it had opened up things we hadn’t expected, both good and bad. And now, we were standing at the edge of something even bigger, unsure of where to go next.

“I know,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And I don’t think it will. But we need to be honest with each other about how we feel. I can’t keep pretending that everything is fine when it’s not. And you can’t either.”

Leah nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I never want to hurt you, Brian,” she whispered again. “Last night, with Nick… it was… it was amazing, in a way I hadn’t expected. But at the same time, every time I looked at you, I worried that I was crossing a line we wouldn’t be able to come back from.”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I won’t lie, Leah. Watching you with him, seeing you in those moments—it stirred up a lot of emotions in me. There were times when I felt jealous, times when I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. But there were also moments… where I was *so* turned on by it. By the way you let yourself go, the way you surrendered to the moment.”

Leah’s eyes searched mine, her brow still furrowed with worry. “And now?” she asked quietly. “How do you feel now?”

I thought about it for a moment, the remnants of the dream still haunting me, but I pushed them aside. “I think… we’re still figuring this out,” I admitted. “There’s a part of me that’s scared, a part of me that wonders how far we can go without losing ourselves. But there’s also a part of me that trusts you. That knows, deep down, we’re doing this together.”

Leah let out a shaky breath, nodding as she wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “I love you, Brian,” she whispered. “More than anything. And I need you to know that, no matter what happens, no matter how far we go, you’re always going to be the one I come back to.”

I smiled softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “I know,” I murmured. “And I love you too.”

For a long moment, we just held each other, the weight of the conversation settling over us as we tried to find our way back to a place of understanding. I could feel the tension slowly easing, replaced by a sense of comfort, of trust.

The sun hung high in the sky over Santorini, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets as we wandered through the charming little shops that lined the hillside. The blue and white buildings shimmered against the crystal-clear Aegean Sea, the perfect backdrop for the day ahead. But nothing compared to the radiance of Leah as she strolled between Scott and me, her light blue sundress swaying with each graceful step, her blonde hair tied up loosely in a bun, with a few wisps falling to frame her face. She looked stunning, almost ethereal, the sunlight catching the gold in her hair and the softness of her skin.

Her sundress, delicate and fluttering with the island breeze, clung to her in just the right places, a reminder that beneath the flowing fabric, there was nothing else—no underwear, no bra—just her bare, beautiful self. It was a quiet thrill that only Scott and I shared, a secret that made the day feel even more intimate. She looked effortlessly sexy, her body moving with an ease that was both graceful and sensual.

We had spent the morning sipping coffee at a small café, watching the world go by, the three of us relaxed, enjoying the simplicity of the day. Leah had laughed easily, her hand resting on my knee beneath the table, but every now and then her eyes would flick to Scott, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The dynamic between the three of us had evolved into something so much more complex, and yet, today felt light, easy. Almost like we were just another couple—well, trio—enjoying a day out together.

As we moved from one boutique to another, Leah’s excitement was contagious. She would dart into stores, her eyes lighting up as she admired the delicate jewelry, the handmade sandals, the beautifully woven fabrics. Scott and I trailed behind her, watching her with quiet admiration. Every time she caught us looking, she’d give a little twirl, the hem of her dress fluttering just high enough to tease, revealing a brief flash of her smooth, toned thighs. My heart would skip a beat each time, the playful glint in her eyes daring us to react.

"You boys enjoying yourselves?" she asked, laughing as she reached out to loop her arm through mine.

Scott grinned, his eyes sweeping over her in that familiar way that made my stomach tighten with a mix of jealousy and arousal. “How could we not?” he teased, leaning closer as we continued down the street. “You look amazing today, Leah.”

Leah tilted her head back, basking in the compliment. “Why, thank you,” she replied, her voice light, but there was that underlying tension—one we had all grown accustomed to—that simmered just beneath the surface. She was playing with us, testing the boundaries, and we were more than willing to follow her lead.

At one point, we wandered into a small boutique that sold dresses and scarves made from the softest fabrics, all in the colors of the ocean. Leah, her eyes twinkling, selected a deep emerald green wrap dress, holding it up against her body as she turned toward us.

“What do you think?” she asked, giving a little spin.

The dress was gorgeous, but it was Leah who made it breathtaking. Her bare skin peeked through the gaps in the wrap, the loose fit hanging just right, leaving the imagination to fill in the spaces. Scott’s eyes lingered on her longer than usual, his grin widening as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I think you could make anything look good,” Scott said smoothly, his voice low.

I chuckled, though the heat in the room was undeniable. Leah glanced between the two of us, clearly enjoying the attention, her fingers trailing down the fabric as she turned toward the dressing room.

“Maybe I’ll try it on,” she said over her shoulder, disappearing into the dressing room with a sly smile.

Scott and I exchanged a look, the tension between us not lost in the moment. There was always something about seeing Leah like this—free, playful, and so utterly confident in herself—that pulled at us. She had a way of commanding attention, even in the simplest of moments, and we were both drawn to her in ways we couldn’t fully explain.

A few minutes later, Leah emerged from the dressing room, the wrap dress clinging to her curves perfectly. She gave a small spin, the hem swaying around her legs, revealing just enough to make both of us stare.

“Well?” she asked, her hands on her hips as she gave us a playful smile. “What do you think?”

“You’re stunning,” I said, my voice a little huskier than I intended. Scott nodded in agreement, his grin still in place as his eyes roamed over her.

Leah blushed lightly, though there was a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “I think I’ll get it,” she said, heading back into the dressing room to change.

The rest of the day followed much the same rhythm—Leah leading us through the streets of Santorini, shopping, laughing, teasing us with her carefree confidence. Every once in a while, she’d brush up against me, her hand lingering on my arm, or she’d give Scott a knowing glance, her eyes dark with something more than just playfulness. It was clear that she relished being with the two of us, her two favorite men.

By the time the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the island, we found ourselves at a small taverna overlooking the water. The air was warm, the breeze gentle, and the view breathtaking. Leah sat between us, her hand resting lightly on my thigh, her other arm draped casually around Scott’s shoulders as we sipped wine and watched the sun sink toward the horizon.

“Today was perfect,” she murmured, her voice soft as she leaned her head on my shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my leg.

Scott nodded, his arm slipping around her waist. “Couldn’t agree more.”

I smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment settle over us. There was a sense of ease between us now, something that felt right. As complicated as our relationship had become, it was moments like these that reminded me of how lucky I was to have Leah—and yes, even Scott—in my life.

Leah lifted her head, her eyes twinkling as she looked between the two of us. “You know,” she said, her voice playful, “I think we should make a habit of this. The three of us. Days like today.”

Scott chuckled, raising his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

I laughed, lifting my glass as well. “To Leah, the most beautiful woman in Santorini.”

Leah smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she clinked her glass against ours. “To the two men who make me feel like the luckiest woman alive.”

And as we sat there, the sun setting over the Aegean, I couldn’t help but feel that, despite everything we’d been through, we were exactly where we were meant to be.

As the sun continued to set over the Aegean, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Scott leaned in closer to Leah, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered something. The moment was subtle, but it was impossible to miss the way Leah’s expression shifted. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Whatever Scott had said to her, it lit a spark within her.

I watched as she sat up a little straighter, glancing toward me with that playful look I had come to recognize all too well—the look she wore when she was about to push the boundaries, when she was about to test how far I was willing to go.

Scott, clearly pleased with himself, leaned back in his chair, his hand still resting casually on Leah’s waist. His grin widened as he caught my gaze, that familiar glint of teasing amusement in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he relished every second of it.

“So, Brian,” Scott began, his voice low and smooth, “how does it feel to be out with the most beautiful woman in Santorini? You must feel pretty lucky.”

I glanced between him and Leah, sensing the shift in the air, the way their energy was building toward something. I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Yeah, I do,” I replied, looking at Leah, who was still watching me with that playful, almost daring smile.

Scott’s grin widened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his tone taking on that teasing edge I knew so well. “But I’ve got to ask… when you see her like this, dressed like that, with nothing underneath—knowing every man we passed today couldn’t take their eyes off her… How does that make you feel?”

My pulse quickened. The jealousy I’d learned to live with over the past few weeks flared, but so did something else—something darker, more twisted. Scott knew exactly which buttons to push. He had always been able to stir up these conflicting emotions inside me, and I hated how much he enjoyed it. But, as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t deny the effect it had on me. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, that familiar mix of arousal and frustration.

Leah, still silent but clearly enjoying the dynamic, leaned into Scott slightly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm as she kept her gaze locked on mine. The teasing look in her eyes was unmistakable, and she wasn’t about to let me off the hook so easily.

“Tell me, Brian,” Scott continued, his voice softening, becoming more intimate, “did it turn you on, knowing other men were staring at her today? Knowing they were imagining what she looked like under that dress?”

Leah’s smile grew wider as she watched me squirm under the weight of Scott’s words. She was playing along, feeding off the energy between the three of us, and I could see how much she enjoyed being at the center of it all. The power she held over both of us was intoxicating, and she knew it.

“I saw the way they looked at her,” Scott went on, his grin never faltering. “Hell, I don’t blame them. I couldn’t stop looking at her myself. She’s irresistible, isn’t she?”

My heart raced, my throat tight as I tried to keep my composure. Scott had a way of making me feel both jealous and aroused at the same time, and I hated that he could get under my skin so easily. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny that there was something thrilling about it—something about the way Leah reveled in the attention, the way Scott pushed me further than I would ever dare go on my own.

Leah finally spoke, her voice soft but laced with that mischievous edge. “It’s true, Brian,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she leaned forward slightly, her hand resting on Scott’s thigh. “I could feel their eyes on me today. Every time we passed someone, I knew they were looking… wondering what was underneath.”

Her words hit me like a jolt, the heat rising in my chest as I imagined it—the way men had probably ogled her as we walked through the streets, their eyes tracing the curve of her body beneath the thin fabric of her dress. And Leah had known it all along. She had relished it.

Scott chuckled softly, clearly enjoying my reaction. “So, Brian,” he said, his voice smooth as ever, “what do you think? Does it bother you? Or does it turn you on, knowing your wife is the object of every man’s desire?”

I swallowed hard, my mind spinning with the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. Part of me wanted to lash out, to tell Scott to stop, to pull Leah away and claim her as mine. But another part of me—a darker, more secretive part—was aroused by the thought. The idea of other men wanting Leah, of Scott teasing me with it, was undeniably thrilling, even though it tore at me in equal measure.

Leah, sensing my hesitation, leaned in closer, her hand slipping from Scott’s thigh to mine. Her touch was gentle, but there was an intensity behind it. “Tell me the truth, Brian,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Does it turn you on, knowing how much attention I got today? Knowing how much Scott wants me, too?”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as her fingers brushed lightly over my thigh, the warmth of her touch sending waves of heat through me. She was pushing me, teasing me, but there was no denying how much I wanted her—how much I wanted to give in to whatever it was she and Scott had planned.

Scott’s grin widened, clearly sensing the shift in me. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Brian,” he said, his voice almost soothing now. “We both know how much you love this. Watching her, seeing how much she enjoys the attention. It’s what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it?”

Leah’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “It’s okay, Brian,” she whispered softly, her breath hot against my skin. “I want you to enjoy this. I want you to feel it… just like I do.”

The tension between the three of us was palpable, the air thick with the unspoken desires that lingered just beneath the surface. Scott continued to watch me, his grin never faltering, his eyes gleaming with that same teasing amusement. Leah, her fingers still brushing lightly against my thigh, was waiting—waiting for me to give in, to admit the truth.

And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew I couldn’t. Not anymore.

I nodded slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” I admitted, my throat tight with the weight of the confession. “It turns me on.”

Scott’s grin widened, that familiar look of mischief gleaming in his eyes as he shifted closer to Leah. His hand, casual and confident, slid up her bare thigh, lifting the hem of her light blue sundress with a deliberate slowness that made my pulse race. I could see Leah’s eyes flick between us, her smile still playful but filled with anticipation. Her legs parted slightly, just enough to give Scott access, and he took full advantage.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him push her dress higher, revealing more of her smooth, bare skin. There was nothing underneath, no barrier between her and Scott’s wandering hand. She was completely exposed now, and Scott made sure I had a perfect view of everything. The sight of her, spread open, vulnerable, and at his mercy, sent a wave of heat rushing through me.

Scott’s fingers traced lightly along her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she was already glistening with arousal. Leah let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as she surrendered to the moment. She didn’t resist; if anything, she welcomed it.

And all I could do was watch.

“How does it feel, Brian?” Scott’s voice was low, almost a growl, filled with dark amusement. He glanced over at me, his hand still resting possessively on Leah’s thigh, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of her dress. “How does it feel knowing you’re not going to touch this until I’m done with her tonight?”

My mouth went dry, the jealousy burning hot inside me, but it was mixed with that familiar, undeniable arousal. I could feel the tension building in my chest, the conflicting emotions tearing at me, but the sight of Leah—so open, so completely surrendered—held me captive. I couldn’t look away, no matter how much it hurt.

Leah shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes half-closed as she leaned into Scott’s touch. She was fully aware of what was happening, fully aware of how this was affecting me, and she reveled in it. Her lips parted as she let out a soft moan, her body responding to Scott’s teasing with a need that I could feel from where I sat.

Scott’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the power he held over both of us. His hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against her wetness, and Leah’s breath hitched in response. “You see, Brian,” he continued, his voice smooth and mocking, “this is what you want, isn’t it? You love watching her like this. You love knowing she’s mine tonight.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to find the words to respond, but the jealousy and arousal had tangled together so tightly that I couldn’t think straight. The sight of Leah—so utterly captivated by Scott’s touch—was driving me insane. I wanted to be the one making her feel that way, but the truth was, part of me did love watching. Part of me craved this exact moment.

Leah’s eyes flicked toward me then, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile. “It’s okay, Brian,” she whispered softly, her voice breathy with arousal. “You can watch. I want you to.”

Scott’s fingers pressed against her, drawing a gasp from her lips as her hips shifted in response. He didn’t push further—yet—but the threat was there, hanging in the air between us. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he continued to tease her, and by extension, me.

“You’re not going to touch her,” Scott said again, his voice firm, almost commanding. “Not until I’m done. But you’ll get your turn… if she still wants you after.”

My chest tightened at his words, the jealousy flaring again, but Leah’s soft moans pulled me back in. Her body responded to Scott’s every touch, her hips moving subtly as she chased the pleasure he was giving her. It was clear she was lost in the moment, lost in the way Scott was teasing her, and I was helpless to do anything but watch.

Scott leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered something I couldn’t hear. Whatever he said made her smile, her body shuddering with pleasure as his fingers continued to tease her slick folds. She was completely open to him now, her legs parted, her dress pushed high enough that there was nothing left to hide.

And still, I watched.

“Tell him, Leah,” Scott murmured, his voice soft but filled with authority. “Tell him how much you love this.”

Leah’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a look that was equal parts desire and mischief. Her voice was soft, breathless, as she spoke. “I love it, Brian,” she whispered. “I love the way Scott touches me… the way he makes me feel.”

Her words sent a jolt through me, my body tensing as I fought against the jealousy that threatened to overwhelm me. But her voice, so soft and filled with pleasure, had me captivated. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to hear more.

Scott grinned, clearly pleased with her response. His fingers moved more deliberately now, pressing against her, drawing more moans from her lips as her hips bucked against his hand. “That’s right, Leah,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re mine tonight. And Brian’s going to watch every second of it.”

Leah’s breath hitched, her body trembling as Scott’s fingers teased her closer to the edge. Her eyes never left mine, even as her pleasure built, even as her body surrendered completely to Scott’s touch. There was something intimate, something raw, about the way she looked at me, even as she was being taken by another man.

It was a power dynamic I hadn’t expected. Leah was the center of everything, and I was caught between the jealousy and the desire, torn apart by the way Scott pushed me to my limits.

And I knew that by the end of the night, I would have to face that jealousy head-on.

But for now, all I could do was watch.

Leah’s lips met Scott’s in a deep, hungry kiss, her moans muffled as her body responded to his touch. Her light blue sundress was bunched high around her waist now, completely exposing her thighs, and she didn’t even notice. She was lost in the moment, in the pleasure Scott was giving her, her legs spread wide as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate teasing.

Scott’s grin was evident even in the kiss, his fingers dipping deeper between her slick folds, drawing soft, breathless moans from her as he controlled the pace. I watched, torn between the jealousy burning in my chest and the undeniable arousal that had taken hold of me. There was something about seeing Leah so vulnerable, so completely open to Scott’s touch, that sent my mind spinning. She was always stunning, but in this moment, she looked more radiant than ever—her skin flushed, her lips parted as she gasped into the kiss.

And then, just as I felt the tension in the air intensify, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The handsome young waiter who had been serving us earlier had returned, a tray of drinks in hand. He froze in his tracks the moment he laid eyes on Leah and Scott, the scene in front of him clearly not what he had expected. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape as he took in the sight of Leah, her dress pushed up, her legs spread, and Scott—flabby, rough, and far from handsome—having his way with her in broad daylight.

Leah, completely unaware of the waiter’s presence, moaned louder, her hips rolling as Scott’s fingers teased her closer to the edge. The kiss deepened, Scott’s hand gripping the back of her neck as he held her in place, fully in control. There was nothing subtle about the way they moved together, no attempt to hide what they were doing, and the waiter was stuck there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

I glanced at the waiter, feeling a wave of humiliation and possessiveness crash over me. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes—the shock, the confusion, the disbelief that someone like Leah, so beautiful and radiant, would be with someone like Scott. It was written all over his face: the mismatch between them was glaringly obvious, and yet Leah was the one moaning, the one lost in pleasure, completely taken by the man who was so clearly beneath her in every possible way.