Ren’s jaw hardened. I got the feeling as he stared at me that I didn’t know half of what was going on, and I hated that. He wasn’t smarter than me or better than me. He was a jerk who was trying to horn in on PD’s business. And steal my... whatever KC was.
I turned toward the door.
“Come back tomorrow. Alone. And bring your portfolio. You did win.”
I shrugged, still furious. “Fine.”
What else could I do?
I had the sinking feeling that once with both of them would never be enough, and I didn’t even fuckinglikeRen. I was so screwed.
12
REN
KC and I spent the rest of yesterday afternoon talking. He asked how Oliver and I knew each other, and instead of answering, I distracted him with kisses. In between the conversations, he gave me a couple of blowjobs. There was nothing better than how KC gagged around my pierced cock so deliciously. It was difficult not to tell him to stay on his knees forever. He left with a few more mouth-fucking kisses and soft goodbyes, and it was nice to see him go. His ass was inspirational in those gray sweatpants, and while I hadn’t fucked him, I had plans to remedy that in the very near future.
Oliver, on the other hand, was a different problem. One I had fun messing with. His anger was surprisingly a turn-on. While KC was a sweet puppy, Oliver was a vicious kitten who had his claws out. They were equally hot and my cock wanted both.
I’d told Oliver to stop by today, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to listen to my orders or not. He was an enigma, a person who had me unsure of what he’d do next. He wasn’t what I’d expected, and I was excited about the prospect of locking horns with him.
The morning sun glinted through the wide windows, spreading warmth across my bare arms. I sat back farther on my couch and pulled my phone from my jeans pocket. I found Oliver’s number, the same one Moyle had given me, and typed out a message before sending it.
Ren
I’m waiting.
I pressed my glasses higher up on my nose. While I didn’t always use them for my phone, it strained my eyes when I forgot.
A few moments later, he replied.
Oliver
Who is this?
Ren
You know who it is. Get your tight little ass over here.
For good measure—and because I’m an asshole—I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled out my half-hard cock, and took a photo. I sent the picture to him with another message.
Ren
Come get me hard. I know you like my cock. You took it like a champ.
I added a cat emoji next to his name with a smirk.
Oliver
Fuck you, asshole.
I laughed and scrubbed my palm over my face. Like I said, a vicious kitten with claws, and I fucking loved it. This was sucha tasty turn of events. I sent KC the same picture I’d texted to Oliver, and I received a panting face in response. Their differing personalities made me chuckle.
A knock echoed through my apartment. I rose, half expecting Flint or Wylie, and paused when I came face-to-face with Oliver after I opened the door. He glowered as I took the time to give him a very slow and pointed once-over. While I’d told him to swing by, I hadn’t actually expected it to be first thing in the morning, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.
He was dressed to please, not the type of clothes I’d expected him to wear. The black tank top plastered itself to his sinewy muscles, and the jeans hugged his hips. He had a pair of military boots, black, with laces undone and the tongue yanked out to sit in front of the eyelets. A necklace with his father’s Kings of Men ring hung around his neck. Why didn’t he have it on his hand today? He’d tucked his sketchbook under his arm.
My mouth twitched. Was he trying to match my style? Certainly seemed like it because that outfit was something I’d own.
