Page 19 of Entangled in Them

“It’s getting late,” Kodee announced. “We should probably get some rest. It’s been a... strange day.”

I nodded, but as I turned to go back to the bedroom—still unsure if I’d done the right thing or not—I paused at the sound of Dillon’s voice.

“Damn. I just remembered, I didn’t get you anything to sleep in.”

My cheeks heated and I turned back to them. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Do you prefer to sleep naked?”

“Jesus, Dillon,” Ryan exclaimed, throwing the cellphone he’d been holding onto the table in disgust.

“I’ll sleep in whatever I’m told to sleep in. If that’s nothing, I don’t mind.”

I didn’t, really.

“You don’t have to sleep naked.” Kodee pressed his lips together. “Ignore Dillon.”

Dillon smirked.

I looked between the men, unsure. I was used to having men tell me what to do, but they didn’t usually disagree about it, or, if they did, it was because one of them wanted to fuck me first, or had a preferred hole they wanted to shove their dick into. Normally, it was pretty clear who was the boss, however, and that was the one I’d obey. The revealing of who was the boss often involved a gun to the head or a fist to the mouth. These men were different. They were arguing, sure, but there was also affection among them. I hadn’t missed the way Kodee and Ryan had been in the kitchen together, how Ryan had pressed himself up against Kodee’s back. It wasn’t only the two of them, either. When they thought I wasn’t looking, Dillon had touched Ryan in a way that was far more intimate than I expected of hard men who were running some kind of illegal business.

Yes, they were clearly into each other, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t also picked up on the usual sparks of attraction from a man either. Mainly from Dillon, obviously, but I’d caught Kodee staring at me for just that little too long as well. Men were normally such easy creatures to read. I would spread my legs for them, or suck their cocks, or offer up my ass to be taken, and they’d be more than content. To have them not seem to want me like that left me uneasy.

Not knowing what else I was supposed to do, I headed for the bedroom. A part of me wanted to put a closed door between us, while the other part wondered what I’d be missing out on.

Chapter Eight

Dillon

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IT PISSED ME OFF THAT Kodee always thought he got the last say on everything.

Since when had he been the boss of me, and how had I allowed that to happen?

Fuck, maybe I’d pushed things too far with the girl, but I was only having a bit of fun. After all, she’d been given to us, hadn’t she? That was what she did—she provided men like us with entertainment. Kodee thought he was better than the rest of us, acting high and mighty about some bitch who’d probably fucked more men than we’d had hot dinners.

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