I wasn’t worried about anything. He carried me down the hall. His skin was warm beneath my lips as I kissed his neck, flicking my tongue along the tendon.
Cruz opened his bedroom door. Ryatt followed him in, dropped me on the bed, then hovered over me and pillaged my mouth in a breath-steeling kiss. His tongue lashed mine, tasting me and claiming me.
“I get more from kissing you than I do pulling a wheelie on the interstate at night with no one around.”
My heartbeat pulsed through my veins, and an answering echo throbbed between my legs. I leaned up on my bent elbows. “If you don’t hurry, he’s going to fuck me in eight minutes.”
Cruz opened the top drawer of the dresser. “I put your stuff in here. Your phone is there, too.”
Ryatt grabbed a pair of gray sweats and slid the phone into his pocket. I chewed my bottom lip, knowing what he’d find in his phone.
“Don’t start without me,” he said.
Once he was out of the room, I sat on the bed, took off my boots, and then shifted into the center of the mattress and sat with my legs crossed. “He seems okay,” I said.
Cruz nodded, shrugged out of his cut and boots, and plopped down next to me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“No.” Because I worried that I was selfishly setting us up to get hurt. I wanted them both. If this fell apart, I’d lose them both. “Do you think Ryatt is? I worry that we’re forcing him into something he doesn’t want.”
“I think he feels about us the way we feel about him. He can’t be afraid of the labels considering the way he kissed me.” He traced the stitching on my jeans with his fingertips. “You need to be honest. Did it bother you tosee him kissing me? He’s only been yours. I was just the guy in his way to get to you.”
Ryatt and I were just figuring us out. He was quieter, softer when it was just the two of us. I didn’t want to lose that any more than I could give up the sick love I had with Cruz.
But Ryatt and Cruz had a connection. Maybe in the beginning that was why they hated each other. Maybe there was always an attraction between them just like there had been between me and Ryatt. “I’ve never cared you’re bi. We’re all going to be in bed together, but do you want him alone, too? Would you sleep with him without me there?”
“I can’t see that happening.”
“I’d be okay if you did,” I interrupted him.
A devilish smile curled his lips. “Do you think he’d let me hold him down, control his breath, and fuck him until he screams my name?”
My breath caught. “Oh my god.”
He tackled me to the bed. “But you’d rather be in the room. You’d want to watch.” His hair flopped onto his forehead. The faint scent of cigarettes and leather mixed with the heady intoxication of his cologne.
A flair of deviant need surged through me. Cruz was unapologetic in the way he fucked me. That he would treat Ryatt the same way heightened my arousal. My core tightened, clenching and unclenching in anticipation of this man fucking me hard and filthy.
I pressed my hand against the front of his jeans, mapping the size and thickness of his cock with my palm. “The kiss was hot.”
Cruz unsnapped his jeans. His cock stretched the front of his boxers. I slid my hand inside and curled my fingers around the steely length.
He rolled to his back and pushed his jeans onto his hips until his dick slapped against his groin. “Fuck, Micki, suck my dick.”
“We’re supposed to wait for Ryatt.”
“I know. Just put me in your mouth.” He gripped my braid and pushed my head toward his dick.
I bent over his lap but stared at him for a moment. “Tonight is for Ryatt. He might not understand how we are. You know how to touch me, just like I know what you like.”
“I like your mouth on my dick.”
I squeezed him harder. “Listen to me.”
He rose up on one elbow. “I always listen to you.”
“I can’t talk with your dick in my mouth.” I dragged my tongue across the head. The bitter fluids teased my tastebuds. I kissed the tip, wetting my lips with his fluids. “You take what you want, but he isn’t like you.” I lifted my gaze to his. “He needs to know he’sourboyfriend.”
“Ourboyfriend is two minutes late.”
