Oli huffed. His shoulders tensed, and then he released them as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The wind ruffled his curls. “I said it was nice, okay?”
“You’re in love.” Ren’s smirk lingered, delightfully smug. “You said we nearly have the same color car.”
“We don’t have the same fucking color. Mine’s purple and color changes. This ismagenta.”
“Magenta. Purple. Same thing.” By the sparkle in Ren’s eyes, I didn’t think he believed his own words, but he knew exactly how to irritate Oli, and boy, was it working.
Oli’s cheeks bloomed an angry red and a tic started in his jaw as he gritted his teeth. I was surprised I didn’t hear the grind of enamel. “They. Are. Not.”
I needed to break up this argument before Oli resorted to fists. I didn’t think he was the type, but clearly Ren was poking him in all the sensitive spots, and Oli, not realizing Ren was enjoying his reactions, was giving Ren exactly what he wanted.
“I’m tired. Let’s hit the road so I can get cock or ass or both. I don’t care whose it is.” I grinned at them as my words caught their attention.
Ren instantly took charge, leading the way toward his car. Oli stayed closer to me, eyeing me carefully as though searching for injuries. The game wasn’t too terrible tonight. I sent a few players reeling with some big hits and my muscles ached, but I hadn’t been hurt. Still, Oli checked, and I appreciated his concern.
I offered him a smile as we reached Ren’s Mustang.
“Get in the back, Kitten.” Ren winked. “You’re the smallest and it’s a tight fit.”
Oli harrumphed but didn’t argue when Ren unlocked the car, opened the passenger door, and flipped the switch that knocked the seat forward. He glared at Ren as he crawled into the back, but he didn’t get far before Ren slapped his ass.
Oli kicked his foot backward, but Ren seized his ankle, then slapped his ass again, using some muscle. Oli made a sound of protest, and I swore I heard “asshole” muttered under his breath.
I rolled my eyes, fondness spreading across my chest as I watched them. “Okay, enough you two. Shit. You’re like kids.” I smiled anyway.
Once Ren had the seat back in place, he closed the door before I could slide in. I opened my mouth to protest, but he flipped our positions and slammed me against the side of Shakira. The roughness flirted with all my wants and desires, shooting pleasure straight to my balls. My cock throbbed, blood filling my shaft.
His lips crashed against mine, demanding and dominant, and every instinct I’d had on the field to defend and protect dissipated, leaving behind a submission that had my muscles relaxing. He pressed against me, giving me the pleasure of feeling every inch of his hard body. I chased his kiss when he went to pull away, and he nipped my bottom lip.
“Slutty for it, aren’t you?” He rubbed his cheek against mine, and I nodded eagerly before my brain could catch up with what I was doing.
“Hey!” Oli pounded on the window with his fist, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
I smiled at him and opened my mouth to respond, but Ren seized my face and dragged my attention to his glittering hazeleyes. The corner of his mouth curled and the tip of his tongue poked out. His actions were subtle, but I read the message clearly—he was teasing Oli on purpose.
“We can’t?—”
He planted his mouth against mine again, and I arched away from the Mustang, moaning as my cock brushed his. He was a solid, comforting weight bearing down on me that I welcomed and savored. He kissed me like the world had stopped around us and we had endless time, but also in a way that bordered on possessive. His tongue breezed over my bottom lip. I opened myself for him, allowing him entrance. Hell, at this point I’d give him whatever he needed. I was here to please him. And Oli.
The banging on the window behind my back vibrated the glass, a reminder of why Ren was doing this. Yes, he wanted to kiss me, but he was also pissing Oli off, too. And his plan worked.
He laughed, his breath teasing my lips, and I rolled my eyes in response.
I slapped his shoulder. “Stop it.”
“What are you doing?” Oli snapped from inside the Mustang. “Stop hogging him, you asshole.”
Ren’s laughter doubled and he leaned his forehead on my shoulder. His warmth surrounded me and I breathed in vanilla. The sweet scent tickled my nose.
“I should stop teasing the pissy little kitty, right?” He winked, and I huffed in response because he knew my answer already.
I wasn’t sure why he enjoyed infuriating Oli so much, but Oli had to learn not to bite. It was easy to get addicted to someone’s reaction when they gave you what you wanted.
He opened the door again, and I slid into Shakira. Behind me, Oli made a disgruntled sound.
“Are you sure you want him, too?” Oli grumbled. “He’s a prick, KC.”
“I know.” My lips quirked as I watched Ren make his way around the front of the Mustang, his strong body moving with grace and dominance, two things I hadn’t realized belonged together off a football field until I’d met Ren.
