“But I am your favorite,” I mention.
He gives me a look like I’m being ridiculous.
“Just say it.”
“You’re my metamour. Of course you’re my favorite in Omega. They don’t need to see that, man.”
Sulli bites her thumbnail. She’s smiling while listening to us innocently bicker.
“I’m not looking to get in Twitter battles. I’ll just tweet one hashtag,” I tell him. “Sulli the Sea Goddess.”
Sulli’s lips keep rising.
Akara sees her reaction. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I’m shocked, then I nod to him. “You tweet something too.”
“No.”
I frown. “They might speculate that I’m only with Sulli if you don’t defend her with me.”
“That’s fine.” His voice is cut and dry but pained.
Sulli cuts in, “No it’s fucking not.”
Akara looks between us. “We’re not confirming our relationship yet. We all agreed on that. If there’s a way to let this blow over, we’re going to try.”
Sulli steals my phone out of my hand. “Don’t tweet anything then, Banks. Let’s just wait.”
I nod in agreement. If I can’t make it better, then I’m not going to make it worse.
Akara places his phone on the dresser. Still in a towel, he rotates back to us. “More like Sulli the Shrimp.”
Sulli wrestles up to her knees. “Shrimp?”
I boo him.
Sulli grins more. “I’m six glorious fucking feet tall, and you like it, Kits.”
“I do,” Akara smiles with a laugh. “I really do.”
Sulli breathes in the compliment and studies his body, eyeing his crotch a ton. “I show you mine, you show me yours.” Sulli grips the hem of her striped long-sleeve tee and pulls up the fabric. Braless. She flashes Akara her perky boobs.
In a quick second, she yanks the fabric back down.
Heat pools down south.
Akara keeps a hand on the knot of his towel, his playful smile turning lustful. “String bean, you got that backwards. You’re supposed to ask me to show mine first.”
She flushes into a smile. “I did it how I fucking wanted to.”
My mouth curves. “The mermaid makes her own rules.”
Akara stops at the edge of the bed. Chest damp from the shower, his snake tattoo clear as day on his shoulder and upper chest. He’s got some well-defined abs. We’re equal on that front.
Am I attracted to Akara?
The question has struck me more than once, since my talk with Thatcher. Like my brain is searching for evidence to my response to him.
Threesomes are something I’ve found I enjoy with them. But I haven’t found myself reaching over to please Akara. I just want to please her.
Still, the question stays. Unanswered for now.
“I thought we established that I’m the one who makes the rules,” Akara says to me and Sulli.
My fingers slide down to Sulli’s wrist, and I can feel her pulse quicken. To Akara, I say, “If you give them, I’ll follow them.”
“Same,” Sulli says.
“Same?” Akara questions her. “Is that so?”
She nods strongly. “You give me rules, Kits. I’ll follow them.”
My lips quirk. She’s setting herself up for a ride, and I think she knows the danger on the other side.
“Just to be crystal,” Sulli breathes, “I want your cock and his cock inside me while we’re still here…while things are still calm…and we haven’t confronted the whole world yet…”
That need grips hold of me. Whatever hellfire we’re headed for, we have this moment of peace together, right now.
“So I’m not weirded out about having sex in the same house as my parents anymore, but I’d rather them not hear us, if that’s fucking possible. I know I can be loud…”
“It’s possible, Sul,” Akara whispers.
“Okay, good.” She relaxes.
“The two of us are gonna have to be quiet too,” I tell Akara. “Everyone’s packing up today.” That means bodies will be shuffling around outside these doors.
Akara nods strongly. “First rule.” He eyes Sulli. “No talking. Unless something’s wrong, then you need to tell us.”
She tilts her head backwards to me.
“Oh no, mermaid, that rule is just for you.”
Her brows scrunch. “Really—?”
Akara grabs her ankle and tugs her all the way down. Her ass reaches the edge of the bed. Her breath deepens, and I climb off the mattress. When I pass Akara, he whispers to me, “Grab my rope.”
I smile.
So we’re doing this.
“You okay?” Akara asks her.
Brown hair unkempt and wild, Sulli nods, remembering not to talk. God, I want to run my hands all over Sulli and hear her whimper against my lips.
The overcome sounds she makes is an immediate fist around me. Akara agrees, and it’s one of the things we both seek. Make her writhe. Make her cry out.
Quietly, today.
Akara keeps one hand on his towel, the other on her ankle. I’m quick, knowing where he’s kept his rope. I slip the spool of black, synthetic rope from the side pocket of his duffel.
Slicker, faster-moving rope than cotton. I’m not a fucking bondage connoisseur—everything I know is from Akara. He has plenty of experience with knots and restraints.