“I didn’t ruin anything.”
“Yes, you did. And it’s not even true. You don’t know what’s going on between Kai and me. Or Francisco and me.”
“Teach me,” he throws at me, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What?”
“Teach me. Maybe I am wrong.”
A smile glints in his eyes.
Looking at him and drinking in his expression, the sultry curving of his lips, his muscular neck and shoulders and chest, I get warm and start to sweat.
“Is this a trap?”
“Why would it be?”
He still has that smile on his lips that could mean anything. Even erasing the seriousness of his words. I don’t know if he’s fucking with me or not. And I don’t like it.
“Show me I’m wrong,” he says.
There.
I flick my hand up in response.
“Oh. You’re so smooth.”
I roll my eyes.
He laughs.
“It’s not funny. He warned me about you,”
I flick my hair over my shoulder.
“Who warned you about me?” he asks, still smiling.
“Kai.”
“What did he say?”
I realize I’m caught between these three men and while they all seem sincere, they’ve all set traps for me. They play dirty, and I never know when I will fall into a trap.
“He said you’d make me work hard for it,” I shoot back at him.
He tilts his head to the side, a grin on his lips illuminating his eyes.
“He said that to you…”
“Oh, please. Don’t act like this is news to you.”
He uncrosses his arms and loops one around my waist, pulling me into him.
“What makes you think I’d want you to work hard for it?” he asks, only half-smiling, his eyelids at half-mast, his lips arched with a delicious tease.
“Why would I do that, baby?” he says in a nasal voice, taking my hand gently and bringing it to his groin.
He presses it against his hard-on, his whole body shuddering when I cup his length and lower my hand to his balls.