Chapter 9
9
Nick
Normally I liked to bask in the afterglow after a fucking all-encompassing, nerve-shattering, brilliant orgasm. Also, I was usually untying my partner. Women came to me to enjoy sex in a safe environment. For most of them, that meant being tied up. A contradiction I never questioned.
Tonight, though, I had…other considerations. As I gathered Yasmine into my arms, I gazed over to Kaden. “Good boy.”
His low growl brought a smile to my lips.
“I want you to come.”
He cocked his head.
“You heard me. I want to see you come. Now, you can make your way over here and come on us—which would be sexy as fuck—or you can pull out your hard cock, give it a couple of good yanks, and?—”
Before I could blink, he had his zipper down. He yanked his shaft out, pumped it three times, then came hard. His harsh breaths carried around the room as his face contorted.
Yasmine pressed against my chest. Likely to hide the smile I felt on her lips.
Good woman .
She understood Kaden. What made him tick and what would set him off. She’d traversed that fine line tonight.
I was willing to set off an eruption. But cooler heads prevailed. Possibly a good thing because although I saw no sign of a capacity for violence, I couldn’t be certain what he’d do when I left.
Except I don’t want to leave.
Okay…where had that thought come from? Perhaps because I always had my companion back to my place. We played, we fucked, and then she left in her own time. Some stayed the night. Some happily took a cab back to their place. A few I escorted home if they lived nearby. Well, not all played and not all fucked—but I’d say pretty confidently all left happy.
Kaden’s harsh breaths filled the room as he came down from his orgasm.
Yasmine bit my nipple.
Is she up for more? Because I need at least a moment. And to remove the condom. I disentangled myself enough to roll the condom off carefully, knotted it, and tossed it in the trash can.
My bed companion giggled.
I arched an eyebrow.
“I’m just wondering how many more will be in there before the cleaners come?”
“Planning on a long night?” She amused me. I’d love to go another five rounds with her, but that didn’t seem likely. She had an effervescence. Joie de vivre. She sparkled all the damn time. So bright sometimes my eyes hurt. And she had two men clearly interested in her.
Personally, I thought that was sweet. Still… “I should get going?”
“Have someone waiting at home?” Kaden bit that out.
Ah, so the lion hadn’t entirely sheathed his claws. I’d hoped a good climax would wring the sarcasm out. Apparently I’d been wrong.
“No one in particular, no. I want a cat, but with my long hours and occasional travel, that’s just not possible.” I grinned. “I do, however, watch my neighbor’s dog if she’s away for a short trip and I’m sticking close to home. She prefers he stay with me rather than doggie daycare. I appreciate the company.”
“Funny, I figured pussy would be more your style.”
“Jesus, Kaden, could you be any ruder?” Yasmine rolled over, apparently completely unconcerned with her nudity.
“I’m going to call housekeeping. I’d like fresh sheets.” He scowled.
Yasmine laughed. “We have three sets, remember?”
He reddened. “Oh yeah.”
I cleared my throat.
She chuckled. “Sometimes we get a little…enthusiastic. Nothing raunchy. Just…playful.”
I cocked my head.
“He likes to come on me and that makes a mess.”
Ah. Not what I’d thought, but definitely an image I could envision. And perhaps wish to replicate. I turned to Kaden. “Marking your territory?”
He glared.
“Well at least he doesn’t pee on me.” Yasmine gazed between Kaden and myself. “Are you staying?”
“Yes.”
“Hell, no.”
Both Yasmine and I turned to face Kaden after his vehement refusal.
He tipped his chin up in defiance.
This time, I laughed. “You always get your way?”
“Hell, no.” Yasmine bit out the word. “Well, he thinks he does.”
Kaden’s cheeks, which had returned to their normal color, reddened again. “It’s a partnership.”
“She lets you win sometimes so you don’t feel your masculinity is being threatened.”
Now he looked puce.
I leaned over to whisper in Yasmine’s ear. “Are you going to be okay?”
She gazed at me. “Yes. But thank you for asking. As upset as he is, he’s not a violent man. Like, ever.”
Do you have a choice? She’s not asking you to stay. He’s asking you to leave. Your motto is to never stay where you’re not welcome.
I grasped a handful of her hair and levered her toward me for a kiss.
The smile she offered just before our lips met assured me she had no problems with my bold move.
After the positively passionate kiss that definitely had my cock stirring, I rose. Without giving two fucks if Kaden saw me naked, I redressed. I could’ve insisted on taking a shower, but I wasn’t a total dick.
Kaden had shoved himself back into his pants and still sat—seething.
Once I was completely dressed, even wearing my boots, I moved over to Kaden. I placed my hands on the arms of the chair and leaned into his space. “I’m not poaching. I only ever take what’s offered and given freely.”
His dark eyes flared.
Then, completely unexpectedly, he grasped the back of my neck and pulled me toward him.
Into a kiss.
I was so stunned that, at first, I didn’t react. I wasn’t gay. Hell, I wasn’t even bi. I’d never kissed a guy.
But his persistent lips against mine, and his thrusting his tongue into my mouth when I opened it to speak, had me reconsidering. Rethinking all my life’s choices.
Because man, could this guy kiss. With as much passion as Yasmine, but not the same delicacy. I could thrust my tongue into his mouth and fight him for supremacy. I could challenge him. He would fight back—but with a sensual assault on all my faculties. I’d spoken of not taking what wasn’t given freely. That should’ve applied to myself as well—that no one should ever take something from me that I didn’t offer up.
In this moment, though, I didn’t hesitate. Kaden awakened something deep within me. Helped me see things from a different perspective.
Finally, needing breath, I drew back.
He whimpered.
Yasmine moaned.
He and I both turned toward her.
She was rubbing her clit and squeezing her nipple.
“Jesus.” Kaden let that out on a harsh breath.
I tipped his chin toward me. “You take care of her. This isn’t over.”
“No, I doubt we’ve seen the last of you.” He blinked. “I don’t know?—”
I kissed him quickly. Brutally. “I don’t either.”
With that, I left.