The same ones that’d been on me yesterday.
“Hi, Oli.”
Ren grinned smugly, and I tilted my head, taking in the way his gaze tracked me, then Oli with careful observation. “Oh, you two know each other? Small world.”
Oli glowered at him and muttered something I couldn’t hear.
Then, Ren’s smile widened and twisted into an emotion I couldn’t describe. Sardonic, maybe. Or lustful. It was strange to think the two could be so close, but with Ren, apparently it was difficult to tell. “Would you like to join us, Oliver?”
I sucked in a breath as the words perforated my mind. My dick jerked, surprisingly pleased at the offer.
Holy shit. Did I want Oli to join us?
My balls tightened at the thought. Soyes. The answer wasyes, I most definitely fucking did want Oli to have fun with us.
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OLI
“Yes.” KC’s rough voice sent a shiver to my groin that sank like a rock as warm heat filled my dick. “Yes, Oli, please join us.”
“Oh.” I melted into a lust puddle. KC caught me staring at him. His solid chest was a playground I wanted to explore. His nipples stood out on his hard pecs, and I had the overwhelming urge to touch them and perhaps even lick them. The hopeful expression on his face doused the fuse on my anger. I’d been fuming when I’d walked through the door—I was still furious at Ren for his horseshit—but KC was standing there with his cock pushing out the front of some wet-dream inducing gray sweats.
That seemed a lot more important than any grudge.
Ren cleared his throat with a smirk that made his face super fucking punchable. I held in a sigh. Without his clothes on, he belonged in a music video. KC was sculpted from hard work on the football field, but Ren had those vanity muscles, obliques and upper abs honed to perfection. It was clear the only thing he needed his muscles for was fucking.
The mystery of why KC would date such an obnoxious asshole was solved. I didn’t look like I was a guitar away from a rock album cover. I looked good, but not likethat.
“Why were you swearing at Ren? What’s going on?” KC walked toward me, his hard-on leading the way, and I swore the temperature increased with every step he took. Obviously, KC and Ren had been fooling around when I’d arrived. Why did Ren make sure I was here for this? To rub my nose in it?
I already won the bet. Guilt picked at me for having made one in the first place.
KC flushed and glanced down at the floor.
Hurt unfurled in my chest. KC was with Ren. He didn’t call me and invite me over, Ren did, so the jerk could gloat. If it weren’t for Ren, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be alone at home.
This must be payback.
My fury might as well be TNT because it exploded in my brain again. My cheeks scalded. God, I wanted to fucking kill Ren. I couldn’t exactly tell KC about anything that had happened between me and Ren if I wanted to keep my dignity. Plus, it would be pretty easy to spin the tale of me booby-trapping his new business to make me look like a bad guy, which wouldn’t help.
Shit, KC was staring at me. What could I say? “Uh, because . . . . I . . . .”
“Because we got started without him, of course,” Ren said smoothly, flashing his perfect teeth. “Who would want to miss out on a second with you?”
Confusion passed over KC’s nicely pink face, but I only saw it for a second because Ren leaned down and brushed his lips against my ear. I shivered as he caressed his fingers along the back of my neck.
“KC attacked my cock like he might never get one again.” Ren nuzzled my ear. “Did he do that when he was with you?” The dickhead winked as he leaned back.
Static popped and fizzled in my brain. I shoved him, but the asshole was massive— probably had fifty pounds of muscle more than I did—and rather than moving him, my hands on his hard body did nothing. Well, notnothing. I groped him for a few seconds. God, those pecs were solid. My mouth watered.
He grabbed my wrists, pushing my back against the hallway wall. The heat and pressure of his firm body against my chest made my brain flatline in an explosion of sex sparks.
My cock went on red alert as Ren’s fingers flexed on my wrists. He raised his eyebrows, one at a time like a fucking jerk.
The challenge in his eyes had me baring my teeth. “You know I won, right?”
Ren’s mouth fell open, and then he chuckled, a low evil sound that had my stomach squirming and left me tugging against his grip.
