Sighing, she laces her hands in my hair as I kiss her eyelids, her nose, her ear…

The fuck? Did something just move behind the garage? I lift my head, but don’t pull out as I search for whoever was watching.

“What’s wrong?” Raven turns her head.

“Nothing, I thought I saw someone.” I look back at her and kiss her berry lips.

“Wait, what? Who?” She tries to look again, but I see nothing, and I’m still riding the high of having one of the best orgasms of my life.

I’ll have Iain check the property to be sure. Right now, I’m gonna eat pizza, drink wine, and cuddle with Raven. I slowly pull out as she groans in protest.

“It was nothing, baby.” I kiss her again, because I can’t seem to stop, and stand. Reaching for our wineglass, I walk over to the brick outdoor oven where the bottle sits and look over at the spot where I thought I saw something.

Nothing.

I flick on the bistro lights, still nothing. Grabbing the bottle and glass, I return to Raven who is smiling, her legs crossed, looking so beautiful and happy. A feeling of contentment flows over me as my eyes caress her face.

“Put your robe on, my love. I’m gonna have Iain turn the cameras back on and walk the property.”

“Really? I wanted to go skinny-dipping.” She pouts, and for a moment I almost say fuck it. But Rachel could come home anytime.

“Not tonight.” I hand her the wine and pick up her robe as her eyes peruse my body.

“You’re so hot.” She grins. Sitting up, she places one leg on each side of the lounger. My eyes dip to her wet pussy on display for me, and my cock is hard already.

“Robe, Raven,” I hiss.

“Oh, alright.” She takes a sip of the wine.

Gritting my teeth, I watch her neck as she swallows. She’s testing me. My hands ball into the robe. I’m ready to spank her ass, then make her gag on my cock. Maybe we should go back upstairs to her room?

Finally, she stands and takes the robe. “I’ll be back. Let me get some clothes.” Not waiting to see the look on her face—I don’t need to—I can feel her disappointment.

I rush up the stairs. This is the right thing to do. Rachel may be a bitch, but she doesn’t need to see me with Raven.

I frown, kicking my door open and grabbing my sweatpants and a T-shirt. Christ, when did I become a hypocrite? I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees me fucking. But it’s different with Raven. The need to share her is not there. In fact, it’s the opposite, if I’m honest. I’ve developed an almost animalistic rage at the thought of anyone touching her besides me.

Control, Jett.