Page 26 of Entangled in Them

Dillon

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RYAN WOULDN’T WANT me talking about him; I knew that much. He was deeply private. It was one of his flaws, but I wasn’t there to fix him. He’d probably argue that my lack of privacy was one of my flaws.

The groaning sounds from Kodee’s room had died away, and I knew both men must have climaxed by now. I imagined them cleaning each other up and collapsing in a bundle together on the bed, while I was standing out here with Rue.

I was horny as hell, and I hated that I’d been left out of their fucking session, but now I had the girl standing here in front of me, wearing only a t-shirt and panties, and I’d caught her rubbing herself to climax while watching Kodee and Ryan. She was the one in the wrong in this situation—something I was unused to, since it was normally me—and I intended to use that to my advantage.

My cock was rock hard in my sweatpants, my chest bare. The material of the pants meant it did nothing to hide my erection, and so far she hadn’t glanced down, but the minute she did, she’d know exactly what I had on my mind.

“No, what is it?” she insisted, not letting my slip of the tongue drop. “What do you think I might have seen?”

Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“Seriously, I think you’ve seen enough.”

Ryan would be furious if I mentioned something that was so private about him. It was stupid of me to even open my big mouth, though opening my mouth was one thing I was good at.

I needed to change the subject, and quickly. “You didn’t climax, back there, did you?”

Her cheeks grew prettily pink. “That’s none of your business.”

“I think I could make it my business. You looked like you could do with a little help.”

“I was doing just fine on my own,” she snapped.

“So I saw.” I couldn’t help my smirk. Even though she was angry, I knew it was a defensive anger. She was only mad at me ’cause she got caught doing something she shouldn’t. Okay, and maybe because I was being a little inappropriate at the same time, but considering who she was, I figured she was used to men being inappropriate with her. It did occur to me that I should perhaps want to be different than those men who had come before me, but I didn’t really give a shit. She was a no one, no matter how sexy, and yet somehow she seemed innocent. Only my bad judgement had gotten her landed on our doorstep, and I was the one paying the price. Surely, I should get something in return.

What would the other two think if I fucked her right now? Would they even be surprised?

I stepped closer, almost willing her to step away and place space between us, but she didn’t.

“You know, the guy who dropped you off here said you’re my payment for a job I did for them. He said I could do anything I wanted with you. Right now, I’m thinking I should claim my payment.”

She sucked in a tiny breath, her full lips parting. Her pink tongue darted out and swiped over her lower lip. “I can’t do anything to stop you. If that’s what you want from me, I won’t say no.”

“What if I’d like you to say no?”

“If that’s what you want...”

Frustratingly, my cock wilted. I didn’t want a woman to have sex with me because she’d been told she had to, or for me to have to force it on her. I was a good-looking guy—I knew that—and there was something about me that people, women and men alike, desired. I didn’t have to pay for it, or work for it, or have to force it. Somehow, that took all the fun out of the idea for me.

I could still feel the dampness of her panties on my fingertips from where I’d pushed my hand between her thighs. I knew the sweet, musky scent of her pussy would be on my skin.

I let out a growl of annoyance at myself more than anything else. “Go to bed, Rue. Forget what you saw. And I don’t want you to breathe a word of it to anyone else, either. Especially not the Capello brothers.”

Her blue eyes flashed with anger. “I wouldn’t tell them anything. Not about this, anyway. They already got what they wanted out of me.”

I paused. “Is that why you’re here?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded. “Yes, but I can’t tell you anything either. And trust me, you don’t want to know. It’ll only get you and your friends in more trouble.”

I wasn’t going to press her. I was already in enough trouble with the others without inviting more in.

“Go back to bed, Rue,” I repeated.

She gave me a final look, one that was curious and a little confused, and then turned and ran back across the apartment, light-footed, and slipped back into Kodee’s bedroom.

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