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“Because you're you,” Hendrix deadpans and I force myself not to laugh as Barlowe shrugs nonchalantly.
I flick my attention back towards the kitchen, where, after assaulting his grabby classmate. My fingers curling into fists at the thought of that dickhead Chris touching what isn't fucking his. King is in Poppy's face, untouching, but he's intense and she's bowing back, trying to get away from him and I hope she does.
I don't want to share her.
Which is a redundant thought.
Because Poppy isn't mine.
I blink, my heart thudding even harder, as Rex's fingers tighten in the hair at my nape, knotting, and drawing my attention.
Lazily, he smirks at me as my gaze connects with his. Smelling of weed, beer, smoke and something thick, dark, but sweet like brown sugar. I breathe him in and my cock gets hard all over again. I feel my muscles uncoiling in an instant. A mischievous smile glints in his light green eyes, because he knows how he affects me. And it's been months since I've been with him.
We talked while I was away. Video called and texted. But nothing is the same as when you're physically with the person you think you might have feelings for. Even if they're not reciprocated. I don’t really know what’s between us. We’re probably just fucking. Even if maybe I feel like I want more. I’m not sure Rex really doesrelationships.I’m not sure I do. But he’s a bit of an addiction for me too.
Another thing I should be staying away from.
Hendrix Connors' fucking dick.
Rex's tongue peeks out between his smirking pink lips, his straight, white teeth biting down on the pierced tip before he rolls it over his bottom lip.
That's when heat burns through my lower belly, my cock kicks in my tight jeans, hard, and sweat gathers on the back of my neck, goosebumps tearing across my flesh. I tamp it down. The rush of feeling spearing my chest cavity.
And then I glance up, away from Rex, and my eyes instantly fall onto those haunted lilac-gray ones, peering at me from beneath her thick, dark bangs.
King drops down into his chair, leaving the new girl standing at his side. Awkwardly. Five sets of male eyes on her is intimidating in any circumstances, but the way King is looking anywhere but directly at her, is what has me concerned.
He never steps in like some sort of hero, especially not when his team captain is here. Hudson will always sort that sort of shit out. Not because he's a hero either, he's the fucking spawn of Satan, but he does keep his players in check 'round the clock. They're on a winning streak and he won't let the sloppiness of his boys fuck it up.
Poppy's fingers knot together before her, her thumb nail absently picking at her purple polish. Her chin is dipped, and I see those enchanting eyes flick between me, King and Rex. Never once looking at the two sitting opposite us. As though she can already tell, we're the ones here holding the power.
“You can come sit here, Kitten,” Rex smirks, patting his thigh furthest from mine, widening his knees, causing everything in me to lock up.
Jealousy, or something else, worse, stomps on my lungs. Then I think of what she might look like pressed between us and I breathe again.
Rex's head cants, pierced tongue licking over his lips as he drags his gaze down her. I can feel it, the moment he's going to say something wildly fucking crazy. I want to stop him, before he does, but I don't need to.
With a surprised yelp, Poppy's flopping onto King's thigh, her legs between his, she sits side on to him, his fingers a shackle around her dainty wrist, her other hand planted on his bare chest to catch herself. She's looking up at him, lips parted, eyes wide, but she says nothing, even as a tremor runs through her, she doesn't object, doesn't try to stand, move away.
“I said, sit with me,” Raiden rumbles lowly in that deviant, smoky timbre, releasing her wrist and slouching back in his chair, thighs wide.
Poppy sits stiffly. Still staring at him, the delicate column of her throat working as she swallows. Glancing down at where her hand is planted against his chest, her fingertips flex the tiniestamount against his hard muscles, and then she's tearing her hand away like he burned her. Likely did, my best friend is made of fucking hellfire.
“No fucking fair,” Rex grumbles beside me, fingers still playing with my hair, but he's staring at them with a frown and a pout. “But they do look edible together,” he murmurs, licking his insatiable lips and just like that, tongue bar clicking against his bottom teeth, he's smiling again.
I want to disagree. Lead Rex upstairs. Let King have her. Keep her as far a-fucking-way from me as possible. With those innocent looking big eyes. Tempting, fat, pink lips, tall frame with miles of leg and delicately tattooed pale skin.
She'll fucking destroy me.
King'll fucking destroy her.
And I'll let him.
Won't I?
“So, new girl,” Rex starts and I force myself to relax, to not let anxiety pierce my chest with the stress of whatever shit's gonna inevitably come out of his unpredictable mouth. “You got a name, Kitten?” It's husky, alluring, coaxing, the way he asks, sex drips off of him without any effort on his part at all.
“Poppy,” she answers with caution, squeezing her hands in her lap.
