Fia grabs his glass and walks to the kitchen, leaving us alone. I've literally had this man's cock in my mouth, so why do I get so on edge when I'm alone with him?
"I'm going to quickly run to the bathroom." I jog down the hall and lock the door behind me.
After spending a few minutes in the bathroom, collecting myself, I flush the toilet and turn on the sink for a bit. I run my hands under the cold water and pat them on the warm skin of my neck. I look at myself in the mirror and whisper, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get your shit together."
When I walk back out to the living room, I find Fia and Kass standing by the door to my bedroom. "You guys getting started without me?"
Fia looks over her shoulder and laughs. "No, just showing him around while we waited for you."
"Don't let me stop you."
Fia looks back at Kass, and he smiles down at her. He's definitely attracted to her, but why wouldn't he be? She's gorgeous, smart, and funny.
A few whispered words are exchanged between them, then he glances over her shoulder at me with a stupid smirk on his face before leaning down to kiss her.
A fire lights low in my belly. It’s not quite an infernoyet, but a slow dancing flame with the capacity to burn much hotter. I watch as she walks him backward into my room.
“You coming?” Kass’s words ring in my ears as my excitement starts to build.
I don’t bother responding. I take a moment to remind myself that I’m here to prove something before following them into the fire.
My bedroom is devoid of light, except for a small lamp in the corner that barely casts a glow over the bed. I watch Kass and Fia’s silhouettes standing pressed together by the bed. He grips the bottom of her shirt and lifts it up over her head in one slow, sensual motion.
Wanting to be a silent observer to this, I walk over to my mattress and crawl on as quietly as I can. But the bed frame creaks, and Kass’s gaze shifts over to me. I settle into my pillows at the head of the bed and stare back at him.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and starts sliding them down over the curve of her ass, eyes locked on me the whole time.
When her pants are on the floor with her shirt, she spins around in his arms to face me. Her backside is pressed against his front, and I can only imagine the heat being exchanged between their points of contact.
He kisses her neck, and her head falls to the side to allow him better access. I hear the sucking and popping of his lips on her skin, and it makes mine tingle as if it were being done to me.
She grabs his hands and puts them where she wants them—one on her breast and the other down the front of her panties. I watch as he caresses her and plays with both hands, making Fia’s eyes flutter shut.
I make use of the time by putting on myfavorite sex playlist and stripping down to the lingerie I have hiding under my clothes. I chose a lacy black bra and a matching thong. My nipples are already peaking in anticipation, and I know if he looked over here, he could see my piercings through the lace fabric covering my breasts. But when he lets go of her neck and his eyes find their way back to me, they fixate on something a little further south.
The tattoo.
I’ve always healed quickly, and I assured him I was ready for this, but I know he’s going to look at it before he touches me. He’s annoyingly considerate like that. Then again, maybe he won’t.
He pushes Fia forward onto the bed, and she crawls on top of me. She grabs my chin and turns my face toward hers, gently pressing her lips to mine. When we part, I look down and notice a bruise already forming on her neck. I suck my lower lip between my teeth, hoping he’ll do the same to me.
I hear the sound of a plastic bottle, then gasp as a cold substance lands on my stomach. Is that…?
“Rub that in for me, would ya?” Kass asks Fia.
I look down and watch her soft, feminine hands rove over my stomach, smearing what I’m pretty sure ismylotion. She rubs it in, keeping mostly to my upper stomach, but occasionally swooping down to my panty-line.
“I lotion it every day, Kass.” There’s a sass in my voice that I couldn’t tone down, even if I tried.
“I’m sure you do.”
I swear, if he uses this damn tattoo as an excuse to be gentle with me, I’m going to hurt him. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t.”
He leans over the edge of the bed, putting his weight on his fists. He kisses up Fia's bare side, and sheshudders.
I sit up, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable position anymore. I'm always in control in the bedroom, and tonight will be no different.
