Ren choked, attention flipping between me and Oli. “You wouldn’t.”
There was no telling from his tone whether he loved or hated the idea.
Oli jumped to his feet, shoulders wide with confidence he’d been working on recently. “Wouldn’t we?” His eyes darkened as he poked Ren’s chest. “Because if we say jump, Renshaw, then you’ll ask how high. Right?”
Ren swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Right . . . .”
Pleasure simmered low in my belly as I scoped out Ren’s body, taking in the way his muscle shirt hung loose around his strong shoulders. His biceps flexed when he clenched his fists and his gray sweatpants left little to the imagination as he freeballed it. His cock perked up, fattening in front of our eyes.
Fuck yes.
“Oli.” I slid my attention to him, watching the way his face flushed as he returned my look. “You take charge tonight. Whatshouldwe do to him?”
Oli’s grin was downright evil. “I have some ideas.”
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. Hewasstill 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. Ididwant 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 tome. 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 absolutelyterriblepart 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.