“You’re sexy as fuck, Kai,” he growled as he dipped his head and licked through her wet pussy. She smelled and tasted like heaven and Taz was sure that he’d never get enough of her.
“Taz,” she moaned as he set to work eating her sweet pussy. He could tell that Kai was close when she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends as she rode his mouth.
“I’m going to come,” she shouted. He just hoped like hell that Ryker was too busy with his woman to hear what Taz was doing with Kai in the kitchen. She came on his mouth, shouting out his name as she rode his face, and God—the woman was perfect. It was almost as though she was made for him, but that would be ridiculous because he didn’t believe in spending his life with just one woman. He was sure that there were many women out in the world who were “Made for him,” but Kai was just the first that he’d come across.
He didn’t finish with her until she had two more orgasms, shouting out his name at the top of her lungs, and then, he stepped away from her, even helping her to right her clothing. She had that sexy, hooded eye thing going like she had the other day, and God, he wanted more from her. But that’s not what this little game was about. He’d give her just enough to make her a little bit crazy and keep her thinking about him. That way, her date with the college boy wouldn’t go as planned and he’d be right back where he was before with her—the friend zone. Yeah, maybe he should have planned all of this out better because as it stood, he’d be the one suffering through the night and she’d be well sated. Shit—he was an idiot.
“Taz,” she whispered, trying to wrap her arms around his neck. “I want you.”
He smirked down at her and shook his head. “Can’t,” he said. “I have to get ready for the dinner rush. Besides, you have to find Harlow to ask off for your little date tonight. You don’t want to disappoint that college boy of yours, right?” He emphasized the word boy and she seemed to get the message.
“You did all of this to ruin my date, didn’t you?” she challenged. She hopped down from the counter and pulled back on her panties. “You’re an asshole,” she growled, stomping out of the kitchen. All he could do was watch her go. It was about time that she understood who she was dealing with.
“Now you’re getting it, honey,” he whispered to himself.