“Me?Mekeep it civil?” I squeaked.
Ren snickered. “Yeah, we can do that.”
“Can we go to the bedroom?” KC pressed a kiss to the corner of Ren’s mouth, and hot jealousy seared through me. I wanted his lips on mine. Something about the way Ren shifted mademe glance down. How was it possible that he looked like he’d smuggled a mini baseball bat into his boxers? The fabric was getting ready to lose the battle. But, that meant this must be turning him on.
Imust be turning him on. Right?
Pleasure darted through me. It was one thing to know I’d gotten KC hard, but both of these men must want me.
That was crazy.
I bounced my attention between the sexy gray sweatpants and the boxers barely doing their job.
When I glanced up, Ren was smirking again, and my body flushed from embarrassment.
You know what? Fuck Ren. He was hot, sure, but I didn’t have to touch him. I was only touching KC. Ren could go screw himself. Being a tattooed fantasy didn’t give you free rein to be a dickhead.
“I have a better idea.” Ren cocked his head, almost as if he’d heard me deciding I wouldn’t even spit on his dick. “Why don’t you go get the lube, sweetheart?” He dropped my hands like they were on fire, then snagged KC around the waist before rubbing his hard-on. A little fluffing was his parting gift for doing sex chores.
I shifted my hips.Me, me, me!I refused to say anything, but I wouldn’t turn that treatment down.
KC’s eyelids fluttered and he sagged against Ren for a few seconds before he nodded and rushed back the hall toward what I assumed was a bedroom.
“What gives you the right to call him that?” I poked Ren’s chest.
“Call him what?” He swatted my hand down and it stung.
For a few seconds, I was too mad to speak. I put my hands on his chest to shove him again, then stopped because that hadn’tworked last time.And then, I got mad because I’d checked myself. God, Ren was infuriating. “Sweetheart.”
He smirked. “KC wants to date both of us. He told you that, right? So, I can call him whatever the fuck I want. He’s not your boyfriend.”
“He’s not yours, either.” I threw caution to the wind and shoved Ren again, but same as last time, it didn’t do much for me. Ren grabbed the back of my neck and spun me toward the living room.
“Let go, you jerk.”
“You have a safe word. You can use it.” He flexed his fingers on my neck as he marched me over to a white couch and shoved me until I was straddling the arm, my dick pressed against the cool leather. Humiliation swept me. I should use the stupid safe word, but then....
This would stop.
Fuck, I didn’t want this to stop. What was wrong with me?
The position on the couch was awkward, with a knee on the cushion and a foot on the floor, but it didn’t matter how much I flailed, I was stuck in that spot. Ren shoved his bulk against my back and held me there.
The weight of his body against mine jammed my slippery, needy dick into the leather and drove me wild. The friction whited out my vision. I humped, loving the pressure that twisted up my stomach, but he slumped, crushing me. I tried to thrust, despite the way he was messing with me, because it was either that or start sobbing.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t you dare come this way.” He slapped my ass, and I gasped at the sharp blast of heat on my skin. Tears filled my eyes and trembled on my lashes.
“What are you doing?”
Ren and I both froze as KC’s voice intruded on the heated battle we were fighting.
“Well—” Ren squeezed my ass with both hands, and it finally occurred to me I could swing at him, but when I tried, he simply captured my wrists again. “—Oliver said he wanted both of us to fuck him. Thought this was a good spot.” Ren leaned down and nipped my earlobe so hard I shuddered at the wash of pain through my system.
“Did I win it all yet?” he whispered.
“Oli, you want us both?” KC asked, sultry heat in the words. I couldn’t see him, but his voice was getting closer. There was something about being immobilized that spoke to the oldest part of my brain, the part that was barely human. It pissed me off, yet I couldn’t get enough of it. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Of course I do,” I blurted. I glared over my shoulder at Ren because we both knew I was mad as fuck at him. I didn’t go so far as to say anything about him keeping his dick to himself, though, because if KC started to figure out how fucking mad I was at Ren, he might not put his cock in me because he’d want to get to the bottom of things. I wouldn’t doanythingto stop KC from fucking me.
