“Ren did,” I muttered.
“And he had some bad stuff happen to him because of it, didn’t he?” KC grinned.
“How are you this good?” I poked his side.
“I’m not perfect.” A pink flush spread across his cheeks and made him even cuter. “How about we do this?” He leaned closer and began to whisper sweet, evil nothings in my ear, and by the time he was done I felt like an imp. I was rubbing my hands together, and he was smirking.
“It’s perfect.”
The sound of the shower cutting off made us both suck in a deep breath.
“Go get the chair!” I whispered, panicking a little now that the moment of action had arrived. KC could be lightning when he wanted to be, and he probably set a land speed record with how fast he left and came back with that damned wooden chair. My heart skipped a few beats when the crack of the legs met the hard floor.
“It’s not for me,” I whispered, encouraging my brain to get over itself.
KC cocked his head, but before I could reassure him, Ren sauntered into the room with his towel riding low on his hips. The plain white terry cloth made his tattoos even more vibrant than usual. He spotted the chair in less than a heartbeat and a Cheshire-cat smirk twisted up one corner of his mouth.
“Oh, my feral kitten, did you want a round two?” He licked his lips.
Emotions swirled together and formed a hurricane of anger and mild panic in my gut. I stood and marched over to get in his face as much as I could. He had to duck his head a little to help me out.
“I want to trust you enough to try things like that again in the future. But I don’t today.”
“Oh.” His expression fell.
“This will help if you play by my rules. It’s a new game, not a rematch. Your punishment for putting us through hell is to sit on the chair. We get to touch you, but you can’t touch us or everything stops. You also can’t touch your dick.” I went for a cheap shot and flicked his junk.
Ren hissed and covered his crotch with his hands. His eyebrows marched toward his hairline as he pondered, and thenhe turned to contemplate the chair. “I’m fine with restraints, Kitten.”
Fury rushed through me, and if I really were a cat, all my hair would’ve been standing on end. “If I tie you down, you don’t have to work for my trust and forgiveness. This isn’t just about sex, it’s about accepting that KC and me count in our games and relationship. We all have an equal stake in this.”
He glanced between us, then twirled and removed his towel with more grace than a bullfighter tossing his cloak. He waggled his eyebrows and flung the damp towel away to crumple in a ball on the floor.
“Fine, but I doubt you’re going to get what you’re looking for from this scene.” He lounged back and crossed his arms, then spread his legs as if tempting us with his spectacular dick.
Hell, it was kind of working.
“I have willpower forged of steel.” He winked.
KC laughed. “You’re really going to play it this way?”
He shrugged. “I have nothing to fear. To make this more interesting, if you two don’t break me, you get to pay for our date tonight.”
“Better have your wallet,” I snapped back, but KC was smarter than both of us because he leaned in and gently kissed Ren, shutting him up. Ren’s hands lifted, and I groaned when he caught himself and placed them on his thighs instead of touching KC.
So close.
Their mouths clashed in a sexy battle.
Ren chased KC’s lips. He turned his head away and stared me in the eyes with an annoying chuckle. “This isn’t torture. You might as well buy me some cotton candy and a balloon. This is easier than a walk in the park.”
Outrage welled up in my gut and I stormed over, grabbed his chin, and kissed him for all I was worth. I tongue-fucked his mouth and forced his head back.
KC lightly pressed his lips to Ren’s ear. “Torture doesn’t have to be painful.”
Ren grunted and his eyebrows danced up and down because he was still too busy swallowing my tongue to say whatever asinine thing had popped into his head.
For a while, we kissed. I sort of forgot this was supposed to be about tormenting Ren. He dueled with my tongue, and my cock began a rapid rise to full mast. Heaviness settled into my shaft, and I slid down my boxers so they weren’t caging my dick.
