“Hmm. Worked you hard? That’s my job.” Ren gave us a tired smirk, but KC was so out of it he didn’t notice the dirty joke. “Oli, run and grab the muscle ointment out of my medicine cabinet. It’s yellow. Bring it to the bedroom.”
“It’ll mess up the sheets,” KC grumped, but he started moving that direction.
“Something might as well,” I grumbled.
Ren sent me a scowl. “Nah. This stuff soaks in. It’s some organic all-natural shit Flint turned me onto.” He slipped his arm around KC’s waist.
I ran to the bathroom to do what he’d ordered, an annoying happy bubble forming in my chest. The ointment was easy to find, and when I got to the bedroom, I smiled because KC was spread out naked on his front, but Ren was looking wrung out, too, not gearing up to be a sex god.
“You get ready for bed,” I said to Ren, holding back a pout.
He scowled, but there was no heat in it. “You don’t order me around.”
I huffed. “Don’t you want to get ready to sleep?”
Ren grunted and pushed off the bed, leaving me there with a beautiful, naked KC and the ointment. When I opened the small tin, it smelled like a lavender Christmas tree, which was nice. I took off my boots and hoodie, then climbed onto the bed and straddled KC. I scooped out some ointment, which heated a bit, and started working on his huge shoulders, rubbing hard. Hisskin was smooth and perfect under my hands. I wanted to lick each freckle on his shoulders.
KC made a happy little sound, but by the time I worked my way down his back to his ass, he was lightly snoring, and I was hard as a fucking diamond. There was an unsatisfied sex demon on my shoulder—no angel anywhere in sight—and he screamed at me to rub off on KC’s juicy ass. With every stroke of my hands across his wide back, the tension coiled tighter at the base of my cock. Fuck, my balls felt fuller than Lake Ontario.
But KC hadn’t agreed to let me rub all over him like a cat in heat, so with a sad moan, I dragged myself away from his perfect body. Ren came in naked and flopped beside him, his eyes already closing. KC burrowed against his side and flung a leg over his hip, but they were out like a light in seconds.
“So. This is hell. Two sides of beefcake who are too tired to fuck me.” I whined and stared at the ceiling. Ren had to be sound asleep because there wasn’t a chance he would’ve left that comment unanswered otherwise. “Fuuuuck.”
My cock ached, but I didn’t want to jerk off or rub against someone who was dead to the world. I suspected that would be foul play, even if we’d agreed to a lot of kinky shit together so far. Maybe I could ask some other time, but my belly squirmed at the thought of all the shit Ren would give me if I did.
“My dick is spoiled already.” I tossed the tin of ointment onto the nightstand, then carefully pulled the heavy winter comforter up over them. Ren must’ve gotten us ready for the colder weather without us needing to ask. Warmth squeezed my heart. I felt like a halfway decent person when I kissed both their cheeks and didn’t grind my dick against the bed until I popped.
Yeah, instead of all that, I put on my boots and hoodie, stole Shakira’s keys, and headed out. I was wide fucking awake. I couldn’t sit around the apartment or I would go crazy. It mighttake mixing a few colors, but I could make that scratch on Shakira yesterday’s news.
Besides, I might actually murder Ren if he teased me about how it got there. The cum simmering in my balls was destroying my ability to play nice.
Was it possible to be pissy if you didn’t get fucked enough? Was that a thing?
My pocket vibrated again and I slammed the front door on my way out, but I sincerely doubted my guys would notice. They were both too tired.
15
REN
I blinked around the room. The early morning sun filtered through the window, caressing the leg KC had hanging out of the comforter. His chest rose and fell slowly. Nothing short of a hard shake would drag him out of his deep sleep. It made sense, though. As the weeks passed, the football season had grown more intense. Between practices and games, KC was working hard. Then, if you added in the psych visits and his body fighting with his brain, he had a lot of things happening in his life.
I’d seen psychologists back home in Cali for a little while before I’d begun to hate what they had to say about my revenge plan. It’d all been the same—let go of the past and move forward. You’re only hurting yourself. At the time, I’d fucking hated the idea of everyone else walking around without consequences for what their actions had caused. Now, I understood what the shrinks had meant. Letting go of the anger and pain set me on a better course. It was about how I would feel, not about what others didn’t get punished for. In time, maybe my lingering anger would fade.
I turned my head and frowned when I found an empty spot behind me. Usually, Oliver slept in later than both of us.
There was an annoying buzzing on the nightstand. I yawned and reached for my phone, careful not to jostle KC as I twisted. I blinked the tiredness from my eyes as Luke’s name flashed across the screen in a message. I tapped it.
Luke
You got lucky, bro. I got you a last minute invite to Black Out. You’re fucking welcome. It’s an invite only event. You owe me.
I pumped my fist as quietly as I could. I’d heard rumors about Black Out and the special events they put on. From what I’d heard through the grapevine with my clients, there was something extra special happening for Halloween. Getting into the upstairs rooms during these events was nearly impossible, but Black Out was owned by the Kings, so I had been hoping Luke could pull strings. And apparently, he’d managed to do it because there on my phone was an e-invite for three.
After I exited Luke’s message, I frowned as I spotted one from Oli. I tapped his name.
Kitten
Hey. Don’t freak out. I have Shakira.
