He'd thought he meant something to her! He'd tasted her passion first, not Cord!

Juliana was angling her hips, rubbing her pussy over Cord's pubic hairs. Writhing in the paint. Groaning at the sensations.

Or was that him?

Rio clenched his fists and shifted in the doorway. He had to get a grip. He'd anticipated this, hadn't he? It meant nothing. Juliana was his, she'd always be his. He sure as hell didn't intend to share her.

He couldn't take any more. He had to get out of there.

Taking a step back, he bumped into the wall. The small sound seemed to echo around him.

Cord glanced in his direction. Their eyes locked.

Nervously, Rio's hand went to his face as if to hide the scars. To conceal his embarrassment. His weakness.

Something flashed in Cord's gaze. His eyes flicked downward, spotted Rio's erection then shot straight back to his face.

Shit. He was caught red-handed and hard-cocked spying on them. But he couldn't move. Didn't want to.

What amazed him more was that he was even able to hold back. To watch. To let Juliana fuck another man. But intruding and demanding her love didn't appeal. He wanted to be wanted, to be invited, sought after.

Was that what he wanted?

The thought caught him off guard. For her to come after him? Right. As if that would happen. If the way he looked didn't preclude that possibility, the way he'd lied to her-first keeping his existence a secret, now keeping her trapped-certainly would.

So he stood there, a scarred, horny bastard, torturing himself, watching as the humanly perfect specimen beneath her smiled knowingly and returned his attention back to Juliana, dismissing Rio as if he didn't exist.

God, that hurt.

Rio wanted to storm out and run away. He wanted to leave. He needed to get off. But he stayed, too weak to move. And he watched, watched as Cord wrapped the fingers of one hand in Juliana's hair and tugged her head back in a fierce grip until she was staring at the ceiling.

She whimpered, but the action of her hips never ceased. With every lift and fall of her pelvis, Rio watched Cord's cock disappear between the flushed, hairy mound of Juliana's cunt. Watched it and yearned for it. To touch…to taste.

Cord tightened the hold on her hair. Rio's eyes widened. Why couldn't he look away? Why couldn't he leave?

With his other hand, Cord delivered a swift smack to her bottom. "Who are you thinking about?" Cord asked, his voice gruff.

Juliana hesitated, the motion of her pelvis stilled. "You," she whispered, barely loud enough for Rio to hear.

Cord slapped her bottom again, making her cry out. "Tell me the truth. Louder, this time. Who are you thinking about?" "You and Rio," Juliana yelled, collapsing on top of Cord and closing her thighs around his. "You and Rio," she said again, crying.

Cord released her hair and hugged her with one arm while smacking her thighs with the other. His eyes locked with Rio's once again.

Emotion flared in Rio's gut, molten, ready to explode. He dug his fingernails into the doorframe to keep from rushing forward and claiming her. His woman.

"Why are you thinking about Rio?" Cord demanded, no longer spanking her but now lifting his buttocks off the floor, arching his penis higher into her body. "Why are you thinking about Rio while you ride my cock?" Cord stared straight at Rio, all emotion shielded from his face. "Why, Juli?"

He popped her ass again when she remained silent.

Rio stopped breathing as he waited for her answer.

"I'm always thinking about Rio."

"Even when you're having sex with me?" Cord wouldn't let him look away.

"Even when I'm having sex with anybody…"