I should apologize.
“I’m ready to go if you guys are.” I chugged my latte. We’d stopped because Ren was “starving to death,” but he didn’t seem to be wasting away anymore. When it got right down to things, Ren wasn’t complicated. If he was happy, all he wanted was to stay happy. Now that he wasn’t hungry, he would want to fuck.
“Take a bite.” Ren picked up the cookie and tried to airplane it toward KC’s mouth.
All traces of KC’s good mood vanished as he shook his head. I let out a sigh of relief when Ren shrugged, then proceeded to devour the cookie in about three bites.
KC laughed. “That’s gross.”
Ren grinned as much as he could with his mouth stuffed. Crumbs landed on his shirt.
I got up and went around the table. Looping my arms over their shoulders, I leaned down between them. “Maybe I’m wet, too, like Aria. Maybe my boxers are soaked in cum just from watching Ren skate. I’ve come from KC kissing me.” I grinned as sparks danced over my skin from mere words.
They both gaped at me as I turned toward the door and walked outside. Well, Ren’s eyes had widened and he’d munched as fast as he could. I’d only made it a few feet down the sidewalk when they burst outside behind me. I couldn’t help but laugh as Ren scooped me up in his arms and sprinted toward the spot where he’d parked Shakira along the curb.
“You little slut. Did you? Did you come watching me skate while wearing my jersey?” He jiggled me in his grip, and all Icould do was snicker. This was so much better than feeling sorry for myself. God, I never wanted to screw with KC again, either.
That had sucked.
“What are you so happy about?” He bounced me again in his arms, and I gasped as my stomach swooped.
“Hmm.” We were almost to the car. “I like muscles, but I guess I never realized I love jocks so much.” I contorted myself to squeeze his tense bicep.
Ren set me on my feet, then had to steady me as I flailed to stop me from slapping my hands on Shakira’s paint job. He spanked my ass hard. The shock of fire that licked through my insides made my abs tighten in the best way possible. Ribbons of heat slid down to power through my shaft and pulse in my cockhead. He opened the car door and laid down the back of his seat so I could get inside, but I had to take a couple of steadying breaths before I managed to do it.
“Are we headed home?” KC asked, then turned to rest his chin on the corner of his seat. He licked his lips. “You’ve come from kissing me?”
I grinned as Ren tilted his head, clearly intent on my answer despite navigating the car out into traffic. “Yep.”
“What about me?” Ren asked, glaring into the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, like you need your ego stroked.” I snorted.
His shoulders tensed. “Keep it up and you won’t be getting anything stroked.”
I rolled my eyes.
The growl that left him made my dick sit up and beg so much more than I was willing to let on.
“What the hell?” KC grabbed Ren’s shoulder when he cut across the road and Shakira’s tires bumped onto a ramp into a parking garage.
I frowned. We were near Walnut Creek Hospital. Was this garage connected to it?
“I agree. What are we doing?” I tapped the back of Ren’s seat. “Is someone sick?”
Ren flashed a maniacal grin as he put down his window and took a ticket from the entry terminal. “You’ll see.”
KC and I shared a look, but Ren rarely led us wrong, so neither of us tried to jump out of the car, not that I would’ve gotten very far anyway. He kept going toward the top of the parking garage and the vehicles in the spots began to thin out.
KC rested his head back on his seat as he chuckled. “Oh, I get it.”
Ren winked at him.
“I see we’re all very chummy and winky. What’s happening?” I demanded. “You wink too much.” An old, familiar irritation bolted through me intensely, one I kind of enjoyed.
Shakira broke out of the dingy lower levels of the parking garage and sunshine enveloped the car. Overhead the sky was so perfect and blue I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen it quite so beautiful. I tugged my borrowed leather jacket off because it began to heat up in the back seat.
“Now what?” I asked.
