“Wear something of TJ’s.” Kai opens the door to the small closet and sweeps his arm inside, like I have permission to use anything I please. He must notice my face again. “The girls don’t wear his clothes. Legs tried once, and I thought she was going to get the boot.”
“So I don’t think I should either.”
“Yet, that sparkle in your eye, the one that’s telling me you want to push his buttons, means that you will.”
Since he’s one hundred percent right, I slide past him and grab a well-worn t-shirt and a pair of sweats, not bothering to hide from Kai as I tug them on.
“How is it you look even sexier in those rags than you did completely naked?” He grabs my hand and tugs me toward the door. “Let’s go, Envy. We have to get dolled up for our men.”
I’m smiling at the nickname Xena gave me but stop dead in my tracks halfway down the hall when I see TJ round the corner with a small stack of clothes in his hands. His eyes widen as a slow, mischievous grin spreads across his handsome face.
“Looks like you don’t need these.” He prowls toward me, and with one single look in Kai’s direction, my new intrusive friend makes himself scarce. “This just became my favorite shirt.”
“I-I can ch-change.”
His head is shaking back and forth before I finish my sentence.
“Don’t you dare.” His finger traces down the side of my neck until it reaches the furled bud of my nipple that’s pressing against the thin fabric. “I don’t know whether to spank you or fuck you.”
“B-both?” I stammer.
His warm chuckle arrows straight to my clit.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he pants against my ear. The breathy moan of his words is enough to force my legs to rub together. “How the fuck am I supposed to ride to town with a steel rod in my jeans?”
“You’re leaving?” Panic is evident in my voice.
“I’ll be back,” he promises, never taking his lips away from the delicate skin of my neck. “Don’t let anyone touch you while I’m gone.”
“Please don’t go,” I beg, grabbing his hand from my hip and slowly pushing it past the rolled-up waist of the borrowed sweats. If he’s fucking me, he won’t leave. I consider it a win-win situation.
“You are an extraordinary temptation, Envy.” I shiver, partly from the use of the nickname, but more so from the rough feel of his finger skating over my sensitive clit.
“Let’s roll,” someone bellows from another room right before TJ can slip his finger inside of me.
I groan my disappointment when he pulls his hand free, and it only serves to make him chuckle.
“I’m going to spank your ass for this when I get back,” he warns before pressing a swift kiss to my lips.
“Can’t wait,” I tell him honestly as he backs away.
“Take care of my girl while I’m gone,” TJ says to Kai who has reappeared in the hallway.
“I could suck that dick of yours and get you off in less than sixty seconds,” Kai offers as TJ walks past him. “It would be a whole lot easier to ride that way.”
I expect TJ to punch him in the face, but all he does is chuckle and shake his head as he walks away.
“Why can’t he be just a little bit bi-curious?” Kai asks on a sigh as we walk to the end of the hall and watch several guys, including TJ, walk out the front door.
I growl my displeasure at his spoken fantasy, but deep down I’m curious what TJ would look like with Kai’s lips wrapped around his cock.
“This is the spa,” Kai says with a flourish as he leads me to another door and swings it open with a crash against the wall. This man clearly doesn’t know how to open a door properly.
Grinning when I see Xena standing next to a table similar to the ones at the nail salon I go to when I get my eyebrows waxed, I give her a little wave.
“She’s already bare,” Kai says, and I laugh when I see Xena’s face fall with disappointment.
“That’s a shame,” she mutters before turning around and flipping the power off on the wax pot.
“My boys need a little cleaning up,” Kai says, crossing the room and flicking open the button on his cargo shorts.
“Nope.” Xena walks past him closer to me. “Last time I tried that you cried for twenty minutes and ended up with one smooth ball and one hairy one. Professor wasn’t pleased with me even though it was your damn fault.”
“If you had balls, you’d understand,” he mutters before settling in a chair on the other side of the room.
“Come on in, Envy. Let me introduce you to the girls,” Xena says clasping my hand and tugging me in the direction of five smiling women and one that would be gorgeous if it weren’t for the deadly sneer distorting her plump, painted lips.