There was a strong shift in the air, the space, the energy all around us. Every inch of my skin stirred with an awakening.
My breathing tethered.
My pulse accelerated.
My heart started pounding out of my chest.
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Getting lost in the overwhelming emotions, going back and forth in time.
I haven’t been with anyone since Mila.
Was he lying? Or was he telling the truth?
Almost instantly, I was engulfed in another familiar, husky, masculine scent. Cain’s lips effortlessly glided along the crook of my neck. I gradually tilted my head, leaning away to allow him more access to make me forget.
“Are you dancing for me?”
What did he mean by that?
“Who else would I be dancing for?”
Not meeting his eyes, I moved my hips against his and he started swaying his ass with mine. He wrapped his strong arm around my waist, tugging me closer to him. Close enough to where there was nothing in between us, only the friction of our heady movements.
It seemed like hours passed us by, and for the first time in I don’t know how long, I sought comfort in another man’s arms who wasn’t my best friend. Anxiously, I tried living in the moment with a man I considered a friend, not a boyfriend. Not someone I was seeing or had any interest in. Cain still felt like just a good friend to me. Even now, with his hard dick pressed into me, I wasn’t turned on.
As if reading my mind, he spun me to face him. I kept my eyes closed, knowing if I opened them it wouldn’t be the man I wanted looking at me that way.
I have no claim over her.
The smell of Cain’s cologne was intoxicating, luring me in with the strum of the tune still playing from my apartment. He gripped onto my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist. I moaned, his mouth now close to mine. Inches, centimeters, seconds from touching each other. Wearing my emotions on my sleeve, he read me like a book.
“Who are you thinking about, Mi?”
I grinned, and lied, “The dolphin trying to take advantage of you.”
Before he could say anything else, I kissed him as passionately as I could. Trying to awaken my body for him. The ocean breeze blowing the thin white curtains did little to cool the heat between us. We didn’t stop kissing as he carried me back to my bed, softly laying me down on the mattress. He got on top of me, placing his body between my legs.
“Is this what you want? Do you want me, Mila? What are we doing?”
My mind instantly jolted back to when Leo asked me that same question.
“What are we doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
“How far do you want me to take this?”
My heart was pounding, mirroring his. I could feel it against my chest.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“I’m aware, but that doesn’t answer my question.”
I kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. “I don’t want you to say goodbye to me, Leo.”
“Mila.” Cain’s voice dragged me back to the present. Where he was the man now on top of me. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere.” I smiled. “I’m right here with you.”
“Good.” He kissed his way down my neck. Never taking his eyes off mine.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
I repeated the mantra over and over again, especially as he nuzzled under my ear. Grinning like a fool, he pecked his lips down to my chest, and before he could get to my breasts, I immediately grabbed his hand.
“I’m so sorry, Cain. I can’t do this.”
He opened his mouth to reply but was cut short. The front door of my studio apartment flew open and both of our eyes snapped toward the disruption.
“Oh shit.” My heart dropped, sank right to my stomach, locking eyes with the man I least expected.
His seething glare shifted from me to his best friend that still had his face above my cleavage.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!”
And that was the first thing I heard Leo say since we spoke last.
Chapter 32
—Leo—
I thought about that fucking Facebook message all damn day. Not once did I stop thinking about Mila and Cain fucking.
Tonight’s the night.
Three words.
Three fucking words that put my ass in check real fucking quick.
I was driving to the airport with no luggage, no flight information, no boarding pass, just pure mad driven love. I was coming for what had always been mine.
Mila.
She shrieked while I lunged toward Cain at the same time. Jumping off the bed, Cain put his hands in the air. “Bro, it’s not what you think!”
Before the last word left his mouth, my fist was connecting with his jaw.
Mila loudly gasped as his head whooshed back, taking half of his body with it. He stumbled, catching his footing, meeting my intense rage.