Chapter 15
OLI
Ren practically dragged me into his room, his hand a vice on mine. I tried to shake him off, but he wouldn’t let go. He held on tight enough that a vein popped out on the back of his hand. I was fuming all over again by the time I finally tugged free. Who the hell did he think he was?
“You are the worst of the worst,” I snarled and kicked his ankle, but that backfired because it only hurt my toes.
Ren whirled to face me, the gleam in his eyes promising endless frustration. He took off his cap and tossed it into the hallway behind me. “If you hate being here so much, maybe you should run away. Poor scared little kitten, racing for the gutter where he belongs.” His mocking pout made me flinch.
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 are not going 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!”
“No.”
“What do you mean no? Oh!” It just occurred to me that I could struggle for real as he set me on my feet again in front of KC, who was still all blushy and luscious with his dick snaking down the leg of his suit pants.
My brain went on the fritz as he grew right before my eyes.
My core clenched and I let out a shaky breath.
My mouth watered and I felt dazed as he plumped up so much I could clearly see the outline of every bit of his shaft.
“Are you feeling neglected?” KC grinned and traced his thumb alongside his dickstamp, and while it was clear he was playing some sort of ultimate mind fuckery on me with Ren, his sweetness canceled out any of Ren’s awfulness.
I drifted toward him when he held out his hands. My feet knew where I wanted to go, even if I was sure I should get the hell out of here. Nothing good was about to happen. The diabolical grin on Ren’s face made that clear.
A shiver of anticipation made my throat tight.
“Not anymore. You always make me feel good,” I muttered, spaced out and still focused on the way his dick was definitely at full mast but caged in those sexy suit pants.
KC only grinned. He carefully caressed his lips over mine, then sucked on the bottom one like it was made of glass.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lean into the gentle and all-consuming experience.
I went on a quest to map his sculpturesque body with my hands.
This must be what the old-world masters did to learn how the marble of gods and heroes should feel under their hands as they chipped away stone to free their visions.
The curve of his chest muscles was vibrant and real and centered my attention on the here and now, rather than the crap continually spawned in my brain.
I swept my trembling palms around his pecs, and he sighed happily as I brushed my hands over the spots on his dress shirt where his hard nipples poked through.
KC broke away and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it. I snickered because the heap of fabric landed near Mr. Wiggles, who hopped away, startled and affronted. He didn’t bother to remove his tie.
“Where’s Ren?” I asked, frowning around the softly lit room. Shadows made the corners feel far away and gave the space a dreamlike quality. Or perhaps some of that vibe was from my pulse pounding so hard I could feel it thudding in my throat.
When did Ren leave? Oh well. This was too peak to waste wondering about where that vermin had scurried off to. I tugged on KC’s tie, and he grunted, a tiny sexy sound that made my balls feel stuffed full of cum.
“Are you more worried about what Ren’s doing or kissing me?” He grinned.
I got the feeling, based on his tone—KC was so honest he wasn’t good at whatever misdirection this was supposed to be—that I should be a hell of a lot more than “worried” about whatever Ren was up to.
Scared to death. But I was ensnared by his pretty blue eyes speckled with flashes of amber.
He murdered my thought process when he brought my hands to the hard ridges of his perfect abs.
Entranced, I followed the hills and valleys with my fingertips.
“How much do you work out to get your body this firm?” I licked my lips.
“Don’t stop,” KC whispered as his eyes slipped shut. I felt like some sort of magician as his cock jumped underneath his suit pants while I traced around his belly button, then fiddled with his zipper.
“Can I touch more of you?” I asked, dipping my fingers under the waistband and sliding them around to tease the top of his round ass muscles.
There was a sound from the direction of the living room. Perhaps Ren was opening cabinet doors and slamming them closed again? I tilted my head and glanced toward the door, but KC chose that moment to drag me close and rub his trapped cock against my abs.
“Swear I can feel your heat through our clothes. Oh wow.” My ears burned hotter than flames.
He thrust hard against me, snickering.
“Oh,” I whispered as my gut clenched. His abs contracted and moved, keeping me focused on the prize right in front of me.
KC was mouthwatering up close. His lips were so pink and his eyelashes were dark but burnished red.
Those tiny details settled into my mind, but I couldn’t think at all beyond the physical when he grabbed my hands and moved them back to his ass with a toothy grin.
He pressed my palms flat on those firm globes and patted the back of my hands.
“How many squats do you do a day?” I mumbled, then pressed a quick kiss to his left pec, which became a lingering brush of lips on his clean skin.