Chapter 14 #2
Wylie and Flint brayed like jackasses, loud and obnoxious, and I couldn’t tell if they believed him or thought he was making shit up to mess with me, but they made the choice to abandon any follow-up questions.
Ren grabbed my hoodie from the hook beside the door and flung it at me before dragging me out into the freezing night.
“Lock up,” he called over his shoulder. The door banged shut.
My pocket vibrated as we walked, so I slowed down to tug my phone out.
Ren took off his glasses, muttering under his breath, probably about Shakira.
I unlocked my screen and sighed when I saw another text from Mom. This was the third one today. I shoved my phone back in my pocket without reading the message.
“That her again?” he asked quietly as he slipped his glasses case into his pocket.
“Yeah.” Shakira was down the street because when we’d come back from a food and caffeine run earlier, there were no spots in front of the tattoo parlor. I picked up the pace, and Ren easily caught up to me.
My pocket buzzed again, and I sighed and ran my fingers through my curls. We’d reached Shakira. I stood there, my mind swirling with the hundreds of things I would love to say to my mom.
Fuck off, for starters.
“Shit, parents suck. I . . . . KC and me.” Ren made a face, then pulled me in for a gentle hug. “We want you happy.”
I felt like a piece of carved wood in his arms.
“Come on. In the car.” He kissed my temple and closed the door behind me as I buckled my seat belt.
The ride home was a blur as my phone kept vibrating, one text after another, and tension poured through me.
Ren took my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. The softness from him—which had started a few weeks ago—was so confusing. It just wasn’t him. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t him. It was one more weird-ass thing to sort through.
My head was still a mess when we walked in the front door of Ren’s apartment, but I cracked a smile as I spotted KC on the couch.
He was spread out in his boxers with his head tipped back.
The remote had fallen out of his hand. I hummed in appreciation as the light from the TV flickered on the ridges and valleys of his muscles.
They were looking better than ever. His happy trail led down to a hefty bulge in his boxers.
Ren swung his arm around my shoulders, and we both took a minute to appreciate the view.
“Should we fuck and suck him awake?” Ren asked with a grin.
“No. He’s too stiff for that,” KC murmured, a smile crossing his lips. His eyelids cracked open.
“That’s why he mentioned the fucking and sucking.” I yelped when Ren tickled my side.
“No one asked you, Kitten.” Ren bent down to lovingly pat KC’s sleep boner.
KC groped blindly toward us and snagged my hand. He pulled me in for a kiss, but it was clear he was down for the count. His lips were warm and sweet, also closed and chaste.
The horny part of me howled at the injustice of the universe, which made me feel guilty as fuck.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Ren murmured.
KC grunted as Ren tugged him to his feet. He grimaced.
“What’s going on?” I asked, concern finally derailing the crazy train in my brain.
“Just stiff. My muscles. Not my dick.” He tried to smile but was so exhausted he didn’t quite make it. “Coach really worked us hard at practice.”
“Hmm. Worked you hard? That’s my job.” Ren gave us a tired smirk, but KC was so out of it he didn’t notice the dirty joke. “Oli, run and grab the muscle ointment out of my medicine cabinet. It’s yellow. Bring it to the bedroom.”
“It’ll mess up the sheets,” KC grumped, but he started moving that direction.
“Something might as well,” I grumbled.
Ren sent me a scowl. “Nah. This stuff soaks in. It’s some organic all-natural shit Flint turned me onto.” He slipped his arm around KC’s waist.
I ran to the bathroom to do what he’d ordered, an annoying happy bubble forming in my chest. The ointment was easy to find, and when I got to the bedroom, I smiled because KC was spread out naked on his front, but Ren was looking wrung out, too, not gearing up to be a sex god.
“You get ready for bed,” I said to Ren, holding back a pout.
He scowled, but there was no heat in it. “You don’t order me around.”
I huffed. “Don’t you want to get ready to sleep?”
Ren grunted and pushed off the bed, leaving me there with a beautiful, naked KC and the ointment.
When I opened the small tin, it smelled like a lavender Christmas tree, which was nice.
I took off my boots and hoodie, then climbed onto the bed and straddled KC.
I scooped out some ointment, which heated a bit, and started working on his huge shoulders, rubbing hard.
His skin was smooth and perfect under my hands.
I wanted to lick each freckle on his shoulders.
KC made a happy little sound, but by the time I worked my way down his back to his ass, he was lightly snoring, and I was hard as a fucking diamond.
There was an unsatisfied sex demon on my shoulder—no angel anywhere in sight—and he screamed at me to rub off on KC’s juicy ass.
With every stroke of my hands across his wide back, the tension coiled tighter at the base of my cock.
Fuck, my balls felt fuller than Lake Ontario.
But KC hadn’t agreed to let me rub all over him like a cat in heat, so with a sad moan, I dragged myself away from his perfect body.
Ren came in naked and flopped beside him, his eyes already closing.
KC burrowed against his side and flung a leg over his hip, but they were out like a light in seconds.
“So. This is hell. Two sides of beefcake who are too tired to fuck me.” I whined and stared at the ceiling. Ren had to be sound asleep because there wasn’t a chance he would’ve left that comment unanswered otherwise. “Fuuuuck.”
My cock ached, but I didn’t want to jerk off or rub against someone who was dead to the world.
I suspected that would be foul play, even if we’d agreed to a lot of kinky shit together so far.
Maybe I could ask some other time, but my belly squirmed at the thought of all the shit Ren would give me if I did.
“My dick is spoiled already.” I tossed the tin of ointment onto the nightstand, then carefully pulled the heavy winter comforter up over them.
Ren must’ve gotten us ready for the colder weather without us needing to ask.
Warmth squeezed my heart. I felt like a halfway decent person when I kissed both their cheeks and didn’t grind my dick against the bed until I popped.
Yeah, instead of all that, I put on my boots and hoodie, stole Shakira’s keys, and headed out. I was wide fucking awake. I couldn’t sit around the apartment or I would go crazy. It might take mixing a few colors, but I could make that scratch on Shakira yesterday’s news.
Besides, I might actually murder Ren if he teased me about how it got there. The cum simmering in my balls was destroying my ability to play nice.
Was it possible to be pissy if you didn’t get fucked enough? Was that a thing?
My pocket vibrated again and I slammed the front door on my way out, but I sincerely doubted my guys would notice. They were both too tired.