Chapter 25
OLI
The shower was running in the other room, and I was sitting on the edge of Ren’s bed in my boxers.
A drop of water from my damp curls dripped onto my back and ran down my spine, giving me a little shiver as the AC kicked on.
KC hung his towel on the rack on the back of the bedroom door that Ren had bought because, over the last week of KC and I basically living here, it had quickly become apparent that the one hook in the bathroom would not work for three people.
Perhaps from someone else the rack wouldn’t have meant much, but from Ren it was a thoughtful gesture that told me he wanted to invite us into his life.
Obviously, he wanted us here. I bit my bottom lip.
I was still struggling to rebuild the trust in Ren I’d had before the day of utter and complete disaster.
KC distracted me from my serious thoughts by walking over to his duffel bag near the dresser and bending down.
That perfect, muscular ass had me licking my lips, but he pulled on a pair of green boxers and covered it up, snapping me out of my haze.
“Is Ren still in the shower?” I asked.
KC turned and smiled at me. His damp red hair was everywhere. My heart galloped faster. God he was so fucking amazing. His muscles rippled with his movements as he dropped his hands to his hips.
“Yeah.” He frowned. “You okay? I know two hours at the gym can feel excessive if you’re not used to it.”
I shuffled my feet on the cool floor. “I was walking on the treadmill with an audiobook I needed to read for one of my classes. I’m fine. Besides, I do go a few times a week on my own. Not all of us live there, though.”
He came over and sat next to me.
A spike of anger took me by surprise. “I’m still pissed off at Ren.
I don’t want to dump him. I do love him.
But he got away with treating us like crap.
Like, I know he didn’t want to do that after a while, but I don’t know.
I want to trust him the way I did before, but he needs to hurt in some way to really understand what he put us through.
” I traced a seam in the vinyl floor with my big toe.
KC leaned his shoulder against me, all that coiled power a thrill because it belonged to a man who loved me. I ran my fingertip along the mountain of his thick bicep, a giddy jolt of arousal speeding up my heart.
“You know—” He slid his arms around my waist. “—you don’t want to hurt the people you love.”
“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 then he 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.
Warm lips pressed along the underside of my shaft, and I groaned and glanced down. KC was on his knees, staring up at me with a sneaky grin that only made him more adorable. Ren’s knuckles were stark white where they were gripping his knees, and his lickable muscles stood out in sharp relief.
“I’m going to paint this someday,” I murmured. “Beautiful.”
Something happened that probably wouldn’t have a week ago. Ren dipped his chin while a bashful pink blush swept up his neck, took over his face, and made the tips of his ears glow like they might burn me if I touched them.
“Is being nice to me part of the torture?” he grumbled.
KC laughed. “Why are you shy all the sudden?”
“Guess I care a little more about what you two think than I used to.” He slid his fingers up and down his thighs, leaving white marks behind that quickly filled in pink.
“Make room.” It was impossible to keep the smile off my face as Ren’s nostrils flared.
KC lightly jostled me with his elbow as I settled onto my knees.
We both leaned toward Ren’s dick. The pierced monster was already pointing toward the ceiling.
Goose bumps tingled down my spine, and I shivered as KC and I used our tongues to play a very dirty version of connect the silver dots between the ends of Ren’s piercings.
Every now and then we stopped to flick our tongues against each other.
“You two are pure fire.” Ren’s breath was shaky when he exhaled. “You won’t regret it if you let me fuck you right now.”
My dick bobbed, forcing my attention to the way it throbbed fiercely at the reminder of what Ren’s cock could do to my body.
“You’re right. I want you to fuck me—” I scooped up a bead of Ren’s precum on the tip of my tongue, then shot to my feet and forced the salty drop between his lips. “—so bad.”
His eyes rolled back and my heart soared. Victory was close.
“I wish I wasn’t still mad at you because then you could throw me on the floor and hold me down and fuck me until I had tears running down my cheeks, just the way you like it.”
“Oh motherfuck.” His gravelly voice zinged electric sparks into the pit of my stomach. He tossed his head back.
A gagging noise had me glancing down. Ren had his fingers in KC’s hair, and he was thrusting up into KC’s mouth.
“You lose.” I nipped his ear so hard I half expected to taste blood, and he yelped. KC sat back on his knees and wiped his mouth with his wrist.
“Shit. You want me to fuck you until you can barely walk. Let’s do it.” The desperation in the way Ren snagged my waist was a definite turn-on. All restraint was gone.
I stepped out of reach, shoving his hand away.
“Do I? Or do I want to ride KC while you sit here and suffer?” A soaring, vibrant high made me feel like sunshine was spilling through my chest. This was every bit as good as being held down and fucked with the bonus of a teeny-tiny bit of fury on Ren’s face.
Ren groaned and his hard-as-a-pole cock swayed while he squirmed on the chair.
For a few seconds as I stared at that studded piece of meat, I was torn because I really did want those piercings destroying my prostate.
I wanted it. A fucking lot. But if I gave in, I had the feeling he would never, ever take me seriously.