Feeling the need to clarify, I lick my dry lips and ask, “Because you're my boyfriend?” The smile that crosses his face is practically blinding with all his white teeth on full display.
“Say that again,” he demands, his fingers digging into my ankle a little harder.
“You’re my boyfriend?” I ask, and he dramatically rolls onto his back as he grabs at himself through his boxers.
“Damn, baby, you’re gonna make me come in my pants.”
“I—What?!” I practically shriek with wide eyes.
“Don’t be so crass, Dex,” Sly says with a frown.
“What? It’s true.”
“Doesn’t mean you need to share with the room,” Sly says with a roll of his eyes.
“You’re just jealous she called me her boyfriend and not you.”
My wide eyes flick to Sly’s, and I see a hint of doubt there.
“I-I’m sorry,” I fumble, trying to fix things before they get out of control. I don’t want them to think I’m choosing Dex over any of them, but I also don’t want Dex to think I don’t care about him, because I do, a lot. That was the problem; I cared about all of them too much. My chest tightens with fear. “I didn’t… I mean, I don’t… Jagger,” I hiss. “I can’t breathe.”
Instantly, he turns me, pulling me sideways into his lap and leaning me slightly back so I’m looking up into hisbeautiful blue eyes. My air comes in ragged short gasps as I fight the growing panic. He uses his hand to show me how he’s breathing, deep and slow, and I try to mirror his movements.
We stay there for a few minutes as I follow his breathing, as if we’re in our own little bubble. When I finally get it under control, I excuse myself to use the bathroom, noting that I still haven’t cleaned up the mess between my legs. Whatever it is.
I’m pleased to find out I did not bleed in my panties, but when I wipe myself clean, I see the first traces of my period starting. Sighing, I clean myself off and grab a tampon, still unsure what the wetness was coating my inner thighs and between my legs.
As I exit the bathroom, I freeze at the sight. Dex is lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed, with Jagger bending one of his legs back at a strange angle while Sly kneels on the center of his back, his fist raised as if he’s about to hit him. Pete has an arm around Jagger’s waist as if trying to drag him off of Dex.
“What’s going on?” I ask as all eyes pivot to me. “Are you playing dog pile again without me?”
CHAPTER THIRTY
WREN
Sly freezes as he stares at me, his fist cocked back as Pete laughs, letting go of Jagger as he beckons me over, an easy grin on his charming face. “Wren! Help me save Dex!”
I shuffle over quickly. Sly’s eyes track me every step of the way, but he doesn’t move. “You take Sly, I got Jagger,” Pete whispers as if the other two aren’t right beside us.
“What do I do?” I whisper back conspiratorially as my eyes stay glued to Sly. His hand slowly drops, pushing Dex’s head into the bed.
“Hey!” Dex muffles out at the assault.
“It’s easy,” Pete whispers to me. “Do whatever you need to get him under you. That’s how you win.”
Taking a deep breath for strength, I climb on the bed behind Sly and wrap my arms around his middle as I try to pull him to the side, off of Dex.
“You’re gonna have to try a little better than that,” Sly says, finally breaking his silence.
Narrowing my eyes at his back, I wrap my arms aroundhis neck and try to choke him backward, but he easily breaks my hold, grabs my forearm, and uses it to swing me around in front of him. I try to push him off, but he uses one hand to hold both of mine on the back of Dex’s head, somehow holding us both in place.
“Looks like I win,” he says with what could almost be called a grin. I’d give anything to see a full smile on those sultry lips.
“No, Wren! Don’t give—Oomph!” I tilt my head as Jagger elbows Pete in the gut and he drops to the ground, out of view.
“Pete! No!” I shout dramatically, adrenaline starting to course through me from the excitement. It’s been a long time since I’ve played any sort of game, and one where I get to touch any of these guys is definitely one I want to play more.
Not wanting it to be over already, I know I need to get out of Sly’s grasp, but by the way he’s watching me, he’s not planning on making it easy on me.
