It was vindicating when KC shot Ren a disapproving look as he proceeded to laugh, doing his best to mimic a deranged hyena.
“You think you’re funny, but you’re not,” I muttered between clenched teeth. I glanced around the bedroom, but beyond being clean and having a bed, I wasn’t really taking much of it in.
It was too hard to look away from Ren.
A bizarre fondness slithered through me. My dick kicked in my jeans. Fuck, was it starting to understand Ren acting like a dirtbag usually meant an orgasm soon?
Just great.
I ran my hands down my face and fought back a groan because that would only give Ren more ammunition for his stupid jokes.
“What do you think?” Ren wrapped his large palm around the back of KC’s neck and muscled him close for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth scraping vulnerable pink flesh. “Should a kitten be here in the bedroom with the real men?”
“You absolutely arenotgoing to keep calling me kitten.” I clenched my hands into fists and my face boiled with irate heat. My head spun and my scalp tingled. Worst of all, my traitor goddamned dick was doing its best to break out of jeans jail to reach KC.
I was hard for KC, right? Not both of them. Just KC. I gritted my teeth.
Fuck.
Ren.
“I see one real man and one massive idiot,” I muttered.
Ren tilted his head back and smirked, eyebrows dancing upward, almost as if I’d paid him a compliment, which I definitely fucking hadn’t. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it on the floor near his dresser.
I flipped him off.
In response, his gaze took a lazy trip down my front and stopped at my bulge. He pressed his tongue into his cheek and rocked on his heels, scoping out the situation.
Instinctively, I crossed my hands over my crotch, then wanted to kick myself when Ren nudged KC and nodded down at my raging issue. How could he warp sex into some sort of mind game? Would I ever learn the rules when it came to him?
“What are you hiding from us?” KC asked, startling me out of a brewing internal diatribe on Ren’s worst qualities. I’d been so intent on watching KC that I’d forgotten, in a bizarre way, he could also see me. Talk to me. Perhaps touch me. My cheeks burned hotter than the center of the sun.
I hadn’t, for some clearly ridiculous reason, expected him to join in on Ren’s assholery. Fun and humiliating games. Wasn’t making me feel stupid Ren’s specialty?
“I .... Well.... Shit!” I stomped my foot but couldn’t force my hands to move away from the damning evidence that I was turned on by the awful way Ren treated me.
“Better not be.” Ren winked, and I wanted to sink through the floor. It took me a second to put together what I’d said. I hung my head and huffed while digging one toe against the dark vinyl floor, but it didn’t do me any good. No helpful holes to hell opened up under my feet. Pitchforks stabbing my butt would be an improvement over the one that must be lodged in my brain.
Ren made sure to stare into my soul and his eyes flashed in the low light of the bedroom, glimmering greener than usual. After a few seconds, he leaned forward to whisper in KC’s ear while he tugged lightly on the loosened tie hanging on his neck. How the hell was that sexier than him being naked?
The slightly rumpled clothing made me think of all the things they’d done to get it that way. Lips on lips. Tongues touching. My stomach trembled with excitement as KC nodded while a rosy blush spread across his nose and cheeks all the way up to his pretty red hair.
God, he was hot.
Ren winked at me. It almost seemed as if he was gloating as he rested his hands on KC’s trim, muscled waist, drawing attention to the tight lines of his impossibly toned body.
“Are you talking about me?” I snapped.
“Uh, of course,” Ren said in his best airhead impersonation. He bopped himself on the temple with the heel of his palm. “Duh.”
“To hell with this.” I spun around and stomped out into the hallway, then yelped when I almost set my foot on poor Mr. Wiggles. The adorable ferret cocked his head at me, eyes shining with curiosity, fully trusting that I would never hurt a hair on his sweet little furry body. I stumbled backward, my frustration derailed for a few seconds. He galloped over to investigate my foot.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, tighter than a band of steel, and Ren’s sweet masculine scent invaded my nostrils as he picked me up and spun back toward his bedroom.
“Oh no you don’t.” He began to walk, and my feet didn’t touch the floor.
I kicked, catching air. “I’m going home. I don’t have to stay here and deal with this!”
