Page 60 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

“What is it?”

Those aqua eyes lock me in. “I’m wondering how much L.A. Riot is worth to me. If I was the bassist for some other band, would you be on my lap right now, letting me show you how good it could be between us?”

“Are you flirting with me?” He’s flirting with me. But does he mean it? Because asking whether or not his dream is worth less than me is a powerful aphrodisiac. I giggle when he tickles the sole of my foot. “You really shouldn’t be flirting with me.”

“You really should be climbing on my lap.” His grin is shameless.

“He’ll lose his shit.” I stare at Riot’s back while he talks to one of the crew.

“So?” His hand massages up my calf.

“Listen. He hates me. And I don’t care. But you have something to lose.” A lot actually. My breath catches when he reaches my knee.

“And you still want him.” He glances over at the lead singer who has a white knuckled death grip on his beer bottle while he nods along to whatever Coffey is telling him.

He catches my gaze. My heart kicks as I turn away. I take another swallow from the neck of the bottle. “I want a lot of things that are bad for me. More champagne. An entire chocolate cake.”

To crawl on his lap and see where it goes if we start making out right here and now. How the others would respond. Would it be background they barely notice? Would they join us? The idea of them joining us drenches me. Maybe I want Kodiak inside me. And Bronx’s cock in my mouth. Maybe I want to see what Golden would do given the opportunity.

He runs his hand higher on my leg. “Riding me on this couch while everyone watches?”

I glance up at him. He wears a lazy smirk, but his heated gaze is far more invested.

I climb onto Kodiak’s lap, my knees sinking into the couch either side of him. He grips my ass with both hands and groans. There’s an immediate rise from his cock under me.

And as much as I don’t want to admit it, I want Riot to react. I want to make him angry. I want to him to be jealous. And then I want the opportunity to deny him. He was right when he said it’s about the power. It’s sensual and thrilling. I get wet thinking about it.

Kodiak tilts his head back to stare up at me. “I don’t care that you’re fucking with me, or fucking with him, Scary Girl. I’m happy enough enjoying the game. But if you ever kick your bad habit and you want to give this a shot, fucking let me know.”

“I will.” I shiver as his palms scrape up the sides of my ribs. His thumbs brush the underside of my boobs. I don’t mean to moan. I really don’t. Blame it on how tipsy I am.

His lids lower heavily over bedroom eyes. “Don’t look now, but we have an audience.”

“Who?” A rush of wetness destroys my panties.

“All of them.” His chest rumbles and he rolls his hips. “You’re so hot. I can feel your heat on my cock. And they’re all imagining how it would feel to be me.”

The motion grinds his hardness against my clit.

“He’s pissed,” Kodiak warns me.

“Don’t care.” I’m tingling all over, waiting for Riot to lose his shit and drag me away from Kodiak or... fuck me in front of them to remind them he’s the big bad boss and I am off-limits.

Fuck, that’s hot. I could come.

Kodiak feels so good rasping against me too. I’m tempted to undo his fly, take him out and tug my panties to the side so that I can sink down on what feels like one fine cock. I lean in and press my lips against the hinge of his jaw.

He turns his head so that he can catch my mouth, and I don’t try to avoid it. His lips are soft and full, and the way he kisses me makes my head spin. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting and commanding me to rock forward on him so that he can deepen the kiss.

Da-a-amn.

My head is yanked back ruthlessly by a fist grabbing my hair. Riot’s stormy eyes glare down at me. His pupils widen. His voice is guttural. “You’re playing with fire, Little Vandal.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I focus my attention on Kodiak, even though that means Riot’s grip yanks some hair from my scalp.

“Get the fuck off his lap,” he demands.

“No.” I smile at Kodiak, who pays Riot no heed. “I like it here. Kodiak is huge. Did you know that?”