Allen’s disappointment shifted into something more playful, leaving Kingston feeling like a mouse in a trap.
“Having panties in my underwear drawerwouldimply that I wear them,” Allen said, his voice changing into what could have passed for a purr. “Jake seems to think I look good in them, so he went and bought me a collection.”
Allen unfolded his arms and strolled toward Kingston in a way that didn’t look dangerous, but it certainly fuckingfeltit.
“Do you need proof, Kingston? Will that sate your curiosity?”
Something in Allen’s tone made it impossible to think, see, and hear all at once, leaving Kingston scrambling to function. He ended up locked onto Allen’s hand as he began running his thumb along the waistband of his sweats, gently tugging the material down by an inch to tease a glimpse of blue hidden beneath.
Kingston’s mouth went dry, robbing him of the ability to breathe, too. Allen’s forwardness was expected because the guy had a natural way of flirting, but this was a lot. He knew he wanted to get fucked by Riley, but he would be lying to himself if the thought of being sandwiched between Jake and Allen had never crossed his mind.
Allen let go of his waistband with a chuckle, and it snapped against his skin, hiding the blue lace from view. “Oh, jeez. I’m just tormenting you, baby boy. I forgot how new you are to this kind of attention.”
It took a momentous effort for Kingston to drag his gaze away from Allen’s hip to his brown eyes—to meet them while knowing his face was burning.
“I’m new, but I like it,” said Kingston. “And if it weren’t for Evans, his rules, and his fucking possessiveness, I would flirt back if Jake was okay with it.”
He watched Allen glance at the bruises that were higher on his throat where his shirt couldn’t hide them, and his smirk widened into a grin. “I think you’re no better if the teeth marks on Riley are anything to go by.”
Yeah, Kingston gave as good as he got. He hadn’t been shy about reminding Riley that it didn’t matter if he was on top; he wasallowinghim to take that position. Kingston was plentystrong enough to reverse their roles any time he wanted. He just didn’t want to.
“I bite him because I hate him,” said Kingston. “Big difference.”
“Uh-huh.” Allen was crossing his arms again, trying to make himself look more intimidating, as if he could scare Kingston into telling the truth.
Not willing to get caught, Kingston stepped forward, closing the fraction of space left between him and Allen. “Maybe someday I’ll convince him to let us play with you guys,” he said, touching his fingers to Allen’s hip and letting them dip under the waistband until he felt warm lace.
Allen’s breath hitched, mouth opening as he blinked up at Kingston like a startled deer.
“But until that day,” Kingston smirked as he revealed his other hand hidden behind his back, holding up the green lace triumphantly, “I’m taking these as a souvenir.”
And this time it was Allen who was left stuttering and blushing as Kingston swaggered away, so much so that he didn’t bother to stop Kingston from stealing his underwear.
With his snooping done, Kingston shoved the panties into his pocket with a chuckle and returned to the living room to see what Riley was doing. Evans was exactly where he knew he would be, sitting on the sectional beside Jake, arms pressed together and chatting quietly while they watched TV.
Just to annoy him, Kingston sat on Jake’s other side, keeping space between him and the big guy in case physical touch wasn’t welcome.
Jake’s attention diverted from the conversation he was having with Riley to land on Kingston, frowning at the separation as if he were insulted. Kingston allowed himself to look at him, judging if he was attracted to the man even though he already knew he was.
Jake wasn’t as expressive as Allen or as loud as Riley, but the calm energy he exuded was just as addictive. Kingston liked the way he smelled. He liked how he frowned when he was listening to conversations he didn’t understand. And yes, the whole shirtless thing showed off his gorgeous body, too—and Kingston liked what he saw.
It wasn’t that he was attracted to all guys. Kingston had glanced at a few of his teammates to see if there was any interest, but so far, it was just the three men in this penthouse he seemed drawn to.
Two of whom were dating, and the third refused to do anything other than fuck to relieve stress.
Maybe.
The promise he had made to Evans wasn’t all in jest, but seeing as it was unlikely the idiot would fall for him, he wasn’t worried.
“You can touch.”
Kingston blinked, abruptly tuning back into the conversation hard enough to make him jolt. “W-What?”
Jake was staring, brows pinched as he glanced between them again. “You can touch me—if you want. Allen says you’re touch-starved.”
Riley’s laughter was muffled by the pillow he had grabbed to shove his face in. Kingston was going to punch him when they went back to their apartment, but he didn’t want to upset Jake and Allen by getting blood on their white rug.
“I told you that in confidence, Jake,” Allen said, dropping onto the spot beside Kingston with a sigh. “Are you going to tell them about my cock-warming kink next?”
