I snorted and took a sip of the coffee that sat in front of me. The liquid was lukewarm, and I really hated coffee when it wasn’t extra hot, so I winced and pushed it away. “Don’t tell him that. Ripley has an ego already.”
Ripley and I went way back. We’d both come from rich families in the Los Angeles area, and we dealt with shitty parents who wanted tofixour behavior. We’d funneled our anger into hockey, taking pleasure in knocking around our rivals and winning games. While I’d known from the start hockey was only an outlet until I could escape and become a tattoo artist, Ripley bled ice. He lived and breathed hockey, and he was only eighteen when he was drafted to the Waves.
He was the only one who knew about my revenge, and he’d encouraged me. Pushed me to go even further. He wasn’t only my good friend, he was my enabler. There was a certain point where I had to admit he was far more ruthless than me, and that said a lot because I wasn’t a good person.
KC fluttered his eyelashes, and I didn’t think he realized what he was doing. “I’d love to meet him one day.”
I sent him a pointed look. “You can’t date him. He’s off-limits. I’m trying to get you into bed. I don’t need competition like Ripley fucking Thorne.”
He threw his head back and laughed, and I took the moment to appreciate the curve of his neck and the way the cords of his throat popped out of creamy skin. I imagined this was what he’d look like when I fucked him good and hard, but instead of laughing, he’d moan and whimper and beg for more.
“The good news for me is that he’s as straight as an arrow.” I winked.
“Arrows can bend,” he shot back, and this time it was me who laughed.
“I’m sure plenty would bend for you.”
His face flushed again and he ducked his head, sucking another sip of his smoothie through the straw. “What about you? Gay?”
“Bi,” I answered easily. “I like women and men. Usually prefer women, but I have a weak spot for pretty men.” I let my gaze slide down his torso, taking in the tight white T-shirt that stretched across his pecs and biceps, testing the quality of the material. “Pretty men with big muscles.”
For a brief second, I thought of Oliver. He wasn’t as big as KC, but the curve of his lips was captivating, along with the fire in his brown eyes.
“Fuck.” He groaned and hid his face in his palms.
I curled my fingers around his right wrist and tugged his hand down so I could stroke my thumb over the inside of his arm, tracing bright blue veins that wove a path up to his inner elbow. “Am I embarrassing you?”
“Yes.” His cheeks were on fire, burning with so much heat I could practically feel it drifting from him. “I’m trying to act calm and collected, but you’re really hot, so it’s fucking hard.”
“Hard, huh?” I waggled my eyebrows, earning another laugh. “Me too. Been hard since I splashed your drink all over your sexy chest and you flashed those nipples at me.”
“Oh my God.” His chin dropped forward in an aborted attempt at hiding again, but instead of slapping a hand over his face, he stared up at me. “Okay, enough. Are we going to sit here and get each otherhardor are you going to take me someplace and fuck me?”
My eyebrows hitched high on my forehead. “KC, I thought you were a good boy when I met you.” I smirked as I shoved to my feet. “My apartment’s nearby. We can be there in five minutes.”
KC stood, swaying a little. I seized his elbow to steady him, and he frowned. He shook his head and smiled. “I’m fine. Sorry. Dizziness came out of nowhere. Let’s go.” He didn’t give me time to argue. His hand slid into mine and he yanked me with the kind of strength that had my cock perking up with interest. I preferred to be the one in control, but I loved a challenge, a man who could test my endurance. We headed outside.
“Should we walk or?—”
“No.” I led him toward Shakira. “We’ll take my Mustang. I’ll give you money for an Uber later so you can get your Jeep.”
“Oh.” He pulled me to a stop in front of my car, his gaze roaming the bodywork with awe. He made love to Shakira with his eyes, taking in every one of her curves with the look of a lovestruck fool, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him one bit.
“Her name’s Shakira.” I smirked, pleased that he could see her beauty the way I did.
“I’m in love,” he murmured.
“Hey now, eyes off my girl.” I slid behind him and snaked an arm around his waist. Smoothing my fingers over his abs above his shirt, I nuzzled my nose against the side of his neck, breathing him in. The scent of cedarwood mixed with sweat tickled my nostrils and my cock twitched again.
He smelled so fucking good. All I wanted to do was take him home, wrap him up in my arms, and fuck deep into his tight ass.“Do you want to be inside her? She’s warm and the leather is slick.”
KC’s chest rumbled with laughter, and then he groaned miserably. “I can’t. I’m sorry. This is wrong on so many levels.”
I laid a kiss just below his ear, savoring the sensation against my lips, before I nudged his hip with my hand. Pleasure bloomed in my chest, along with the urge to dominate him. My blood sizzled.
Yes, he was hot, but he was also Luke’s boyfriend’s son. I couldn’t forgetwhyI was doing this. Enjoying myself was perfectly fine, but I wouldn’t get lost in the sex or the heat of his body or the touch of his muscles under my fingers.
I chuckled anyway and led him to Shakira’s passenger door. Once he was seated inside, I went to the driver’s side and slid in. The vibrations of her engine shook my bones in all the most pleasant ways, and I closed my eyes to take a second to enjoy the way her rumble buried itself deep in my chest, right alongside my heart.
