Chapter 2
OLIVER “OLI” HAYES
Roughly ninety-eight percent of the time I preferred Ren to be orchestrating our raunchy three-ring circus, but a spark of joy blazed to life in my chest as I stripped off my shirt.
Confidence straightened my spine while I flung aside the material, but then I had two heavy gazes caressing my chest, roving my body.
Intense hazel.
Innocent blue with flecks of amber.
Hunger smoldered in my direction from the big men. They outweighed me and towered over me, but I didn’t feel small—exactly the opposite.
KC sat down and stretched his arms along the back of the white leather couch, his muscled body restless while his dick snaked farther down the leg of his gray sweats. The lamplight burnished his red hair.
Ren’s eyebrows ticked upward as if to ask “now what, dingus?”
My cheeks scalded, burning hotter than the center of the sun.
I ducked my head and my muscles screamed. When had I gotten so wound up?
“Can’t wait to run my tongue over you,” KC rasped out, tone low and sexy. “Love that treasure trail.”
My throat convulsed as I skated my thumbs along the waistband of my fluffy blue sweats.
“It was a nice thought, but Oliver isn’t a take charge guy, KC.” Ren was smirking when my glare landed on his smug fucking face. Fury scrabbled through me.
“How can one man be such a relentless asshole?” I snarked. My fingers quivered with the desire to slap him across the face. Hard. Just once. Maybe twice.
“Pure talent.” He dropped beside KC and gave me a seated half bow, one arm extended into the air.
The gears in my head began to creak and turn. He didn’t get to act that way, then get off. He was still in the process of proving he wasn’t going to be a lying dickhead from here on out. Real fury sank its fangs into me.
The bottom line was I had fallen stupidly hard for Ren, faster than was advisable. I did want to get fucked by him more than I wanted to wait for him to prove himself as a reliable boyfriend.
I didn’t even need him to be a good person, just good to me. Well, I wanted him to treat KC right, too.
And maybe this lingering anger was tinged with toxicity.
Leaping headfirst back into Ren’s arms was dirt stupid.
An absolutely terrible part of me lived side by side with all the love pouring through me for the first two men who’d treated me as if I meant something.
But that catty bitch was having more fun putting Ren through hell than I’d ever thought could be possible.
It was glorious.
I should be working toward moving on.
But rolling around in the hurt and pain had its advantages.
My skin tingled as Ren’s lips twisted into a shark’s smile, and I dragged my sweats down until my pubes peeked out. The second his attention dipped, I growled.
“Go get condoms, KC,” Ren ordered.
KC leaped to his feet.
“Fuck off. I’m in charge,” I snapped.
KC pouted between us. “You don’t want them?”
I sighed.
Ren chuckled, sounding far too fucking amused.
“Douchebag,” I muttered.
“Me?” KC recoiled comically, and I grabbed his hand, then kissed the back.
“Of course not. I would never call you names. Can you please get the stuff?” I smiled at him.
The pure sunshine in his grin made my stomach flip as he swooped down and pressed his lips to my ear. “You’re doing great.” He licked my earlobe, which had me flailing and squawking, before darting off to the bedroom.
Ren cracked up until I rushed over and hopped onto his lap, facing him. His solid thighs made a stable seat.
“This isn’t a punishment.” He slid his hands to my lower back and dragged me flush against his lickable chest.
“Yet. It isn’t one yet.”
“Promises, promises.” His dark eyebrows marched up his forehead as he squeezed my asscheeks.
I rolled my eyes. The clash of our lips at my abrupt attack bordered on painful.
One thing I didn’t have shit to say about was the muscle shirts Ren and KC preferred.
It was easy to slip my hands underneath the cotton and caress the soft skin covering his defined obliques.
Those muscles never failed to make me drool.
He tried to control the kiss, softening his lips as a distraction technique, a feint in this power struggle. I let him surge the battle into my mouth. Oh, he wanted to win? Too bad. I nipped the tip of his tongue.
He hissed and jerked back. The solid bulge hiding in his sweats thrust viciously against my ass.
My hole tensed and released. Empty. Waiting for his cock. Air leaked out of my lungs. What a nightmare that he could turn me into mush so easily.
Emotions rippled across his angular face. When he wasn’t being a complete asshat, he was almost pretty. The low lights of the living room glinted on the silver hoop through his nostril. Without thinking, I nudged it with my nose.
Ren chuckled. “What’s your play, Kitten?” He squeezed my asscheeks until they ached. The pain drove my lust higher. I humped against him, searching for relief, giving him an edge in this dirty game.
“Fuck you,” I snapped.
“You were on the right track earlier by telling me I know what I’m talking about.” He punctuated his jackassery by jabbing me with his hips. My bones melted as I ground my cock against his solid abs.
Surprise zipped through me, along with a tease of pleasure. Tension wound around my spine. How did I get so hard? I fluttered my eyelashes, but not on purpose.
Movement caught the corner of my eye, and I snorted as KC took a few steps closer. He had his dick in his hand, playing with himself, not quite stroking. He nibbled his bottom lip and stared with shiny wide eyes.
“Did I tell you to jerk off?” I murmured.
He dragged his sweats back up, hiding that fantastic dick. Ren and I both groaned as KC rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. He had to know we loved the show.
“Sorry. I come bearing supplies!” He waved around the condoms and lube he easily cradled in one hand.
“Don’t come yet, no matter what you’re doing.” I huffed, and they both laughed.
“No one will come this way.” Ren bucked his hips, driving his cock against me.
Pink spread over his high cheekbones and his ears flushed.
I ran my fingertips softly along the piercings on both of his earlobes, and he hummed as the corner of his mouth quirked into a crooked smile. “Let me take over.”
“No, you won’t be coming anytime soon.” Spiteful joy snaked through me as his amused expression wilted. I slithered off his lap, making sure to tease his thick dick along the way. It was a chore to get to my feet. KC steadied me with a helpful hand on my shoulder.
“Thanks. Note that KC is being nice.” I slid my pants and underwear down. My cock sprang up, finally free. I let out a trembling breath at the fluttery, tense heat that danced through my middle and swirled in my groin.
“Nice guys finish last.” Ren snorted and reached for my dick. The disappointment that slammed me as I slapped his hand away pissed me off. I tried to live in that feeling rather than my mindless horniness.
“No, they won’t. I promise. You don’t have permission to touch me.”
He crossed his arms, and the disgruntled sneer that settled on his face had me grinning.
“You didn’t explain any rules.” Ren nudged my foot with his.
“You jumped the gun.” I raised my eyebrows.
“You kissed me!”
“Ah ah ah.” I waggled a finger at him and had to bite back a giggle as he snarled for real. “I might’ve kissed you, but I didn’t say you could touch my dick.”
KC set the lube and condoms on the coffee table, then wrapped his strong arms around me—one across my chest, the other around my waist. “Can I touch your dick?” He leaned down to kiss my cheek while cocooning me in his safe embrace.
“Mm-hmm.”
“This isn’t fair.” Ren’s nostrils flared, and a thrill zapped my gut. Was he actually mad? “What are the fucking rules?”
KC’s lightly calloused hand curled around my hard shaft. For a fuzzy few seconds, I forgot what we were talking about as he tickled my cockhead with his thumb.
“Rules!” Ren squeezed his own biceps so hard that he left red marks.
“You can’t fuck me until KC gets off, and you can’t touch KC, either. You also can’t jerk off.”
Ren groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands.
“If you do any of those things, you can’t fuck either of us, and we won’t touch you to get you off for the rest of the night.” I stuck out my tongue at him.
He bared his teeth and slapped his thighs. “How long until you stop punishing me?” he barked.
My stomach dropped and trembled, but then I spotted his monster dick trying its best to rip through his pants. He wanted this shit.
“Until I feel better—” I leaned over and traced a line directly beside his cock along the soft fabric of his sweats. He moaned and rolled his hips, an easy demonstration of the coiled power in his body. “—and you stop loving it.”
Ren barked out a laugh and flopped back onto the couch while KC hummed an amused sound and gave my cock a playful stroke.
“Slide the coffee table a couple of feet away from the couch and clear it off?” I squeezed KC’s wrist, trying not to get lost in the wonderful tension coiling in my groin.
“Sure!” He turned to do as I’d asked, a dopey smile on his face, and my heart felt light.
KC was every sweet thing in the world capped with red hair and a bright smile, and that made it easy to forget that he could be any other way.
A memory of him in the hospital invaded my fun, and I shook it out of my head, refusing to get stuck in worry.
“Don’t touch us.” I pointed at Ren and lowered my head, giving him the best don’t fuck with me glare I could muster. I was such a fraud. This wasn’t me.
Or was it?
Ren’s mouth twisted and he huffed as he dropped his head back on the couch. “Fine.”
“KC, strip Ren’s shirt.”