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"Kiss me, mon colibri. Kiss me and let your hummingbird purr."
Well, who am I to say no to that? As the knocking starts again, I run my hands through his hair again--without his help--and kiss him hard. When he pulls away, there's no doubt that he's a man who's been pleasured and used. I look down, his shirt swallowing me in size. My nipples hard against the cotton, pressing against the fabric, my piercings only highlighting them more. He rubs his knuckles against the stiff peaks, and I look back up.
"This will be the only time that another man sees what you look like right now. If it wasn't for the point that needs to be made, I would never let it happen, but when he takes a look at you and sees what you give me every time you welcome my touch, he won't be able to deny who and where you belong."
"Nik Nac!" I hear bellowed through the door, breaking the moment, followed by more pounding.
"Go open the door, Nikki."
I nod, walking over and placing my hand on the knob. After a calming breath, I flip the locks with my free hand and pull the door open.
Seth's rumpled appearance is the first thing I notice. Then I see one of the guys from my neighboring apartments. Thing Two, I think.
"Dude, shut the fuck up!" he yells at Seth. No, that's Thing Three. Thing Two sounds like a prepubescent boy.
"Fuck you!" Seth calls back.
I pop my head through the open doorway and give my neighbor a small wave. "Sorry about the noise. Won't happen again."
He looks at me briefly then glares at Seth. "Yeah, whatever."
"Don't look at my girl," Seth continues, ignoring me.
Thing Three just laughs. "Your girl? Right. Tell that to the other dude who got here earlier, dumbass." He flips Seth off then he's gone, door slamming in his wake.
"Hello, Seth," I tell him calmly, ignoring my strange neighbor. I assume he must have seen Shane earlier. "How are you?"
"What did that motherfucker mean?" he snarls, his cold eyes narrowing as he steps closer.
"Who knows?" I shrug, acting clueless even though my nerves are full blown now. "You wanted to talk, so come in and let's talk." I turn from the open door, walking into the middle of my living room. I look over at the kitchen, not seeing any sign of Shane. What the heck?
"Fuck, you look good, Nik Nac," Seth says, slamming my door; his words making me feel as if I'm cheating on Shane.
It takes everything in me not to cover myself more. I know Shane's shirt has me covered, but the way Seth is licking his lips and looking all over my body has me feeling sick. No, exposed. And ... so very wrong.
"Look, Seth," I tell him, snapping my fingers when he continues to peruse my body, eyes lingering on my chest. His eyes come up slowly, and he adjusts himself. Gag. "You wanted to talk, so let's hurry it up. I'm a little busy."
"Doing what, baby?" he questions, his tone sleazy.
"Me."
I'm not the only one who startles at Shane's hard tone. Seth jerks, rocking back on his heels and looks over my shoulder. I almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Seth thunders. Gone is the lazy way he had slithered in moments before as he puffs his chest and stands taller.
Seth loved the gym when we were together. Part of what had initially attracted me to him had been his muscles. I'm not proud of it, but it's the truth. However, seeing him trying to match Shane in height and build, only to fail miserably, makes me see what I hadn't since he started to sniff back around me.
He's let himself go, and honestly, he looks terrible. His hard muscles softer. His abs gone and a small pouch in its place. Even his clothes seem to be too large in some places and too tight in others. For the life of me, I don't know how someone can change so much. Or how I hadn't seen it before now.
"It's real fucking cute that you want to act clueless when I know my girl's already told you about me."
Seth's eyes cut to mine, and I see the anger grow. "You told me to come over!"
I shrug, his accusation not mattering much to me since it's true; I had told him to come over--at Shane's request.
"You," Shane continues, stepping around me and placing his body between me and Seth. The muscles on his back bulging. "You just can't take a fucking hint, can you? I know she's told you about me. Pretty sure she told you fucking weeks ago. I know before that she told you to leave her alone, but still, you kept trying to weasel your way in."
"She's fucking mine, asshole. Has been for years."
Shane's shoulders move, a bark of laughter sounding like a gunshot in my small living room. I push my fingers into the waistband of his gray sweats and press my forehead to his back, gripping the fabric like a lifeline.
"She stopped being yours when you fucked up. Not my problem, though, because of that, she was free to move on. She might have been yours at one point, bud, but I think we both know that stopped being true long before she found you fucking someone else."
"Bullshit!"
"Though," Shane sneers, "I can't for the life of me figure out why you would even think about another woman when you've got the best fucking one right at your fingertips."
I wish I could see Seth's face. The sputtering he's doing now, though, is enough to bring a smile to my face. Shane is so getting lucky for this.
"Is that why you're trying to get her back? Because you realized way too fucking late that you already had perfection?"
"You fucking prick. Perfection? Might as well be fucking a corpse."
Shane bellows out a laugh then, easing the all too familiar sting of Seth's words. "Bud, you fucking nuts? She lights up for me. All I have to do is crook my finger and fireworks. Not my fault you don't know what you're doing."
"Fuck you!"
"Uh, no. Here's what's going to happen, Seth. You're going to leave her alone. You won't call, you won't show up, and you'll forget this bullshit of trying to get her back. I'm not a man who shares ... anything. I'm being nice right now because I feel like maybe you just weren't smart enough to get a fucking clue before now. I find out you didn't listen, and I can guarantee you won't get my kindness the next time. One thing I'm not is stupid. I know what I've got, and there isn't a chance I'm going to fuck it up like you did. Hear me?"
"She fucking asked me over, prick. Who's the stupid one?"
