I nearly railed against her statement. She was incredibly loyal to him, and yet he was out tonight with another woman. Or a man. Had Yasmine told me which? I couldn’t remember. I traced the tattoo. “I think, if you were mine, I’d have a tattoo. Only of you flying.”
She laughed. “Well, tattoos are big commitments. Why don’t we spend the night together first and then figure out if you want to alter your perfect body?” She traced a line down my sternum to my abs.
I flexed them.
She grinned. Then went lower still, dipping a finger into my navel before moving even lower still. With icy fingers, she grasped my semi-erect cock.
Sucking in a breath, I closed my eyes. Her touch threatened to bring me to my knees. Mostly because I was pretty sure she’d only ever done this with one other person. I was rarely someone’s first. Or second. Most of my bed partners were experienced. The idea I was with someone who wasn’t both intrigued and made me nervous.
I opened my eyes and met luminous green ones. Eyes that radiated mischief. I moved in for another kiss, even as her grasp tightened on my cock. “Keep that up, ma chère, and I’ll explode.”
“You speak French?”
“A little.”
“And am I your sweetheart?” She batted her eyes at me.
“I hope so.”
The sound of the click registered moments before the door opened.
“Oh shit.” Yasmine’s gaze shot to mine. “Oops?”
“What the fuck is going on?” Kaden’s voice boomed in the small space.
Yeah…oh shit.
7
Yasmine
I could counton one hand the number of times Kaden had come home early in the past four years. He didn’t know that I knew that sometimes, if he finished his liaison early, he’d hang at all-night cafés. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him I tracked his phone. Likely because I didn’t want to know if he tracked mine. We’d exchanged that feature when we’d first started touring. Had seemed like a good idea at the time. Especially when we found ourselves in strange cities.
“I asked what the fuck is going on.”
Out of a sense of self-preservation, I released my hold of Nick’s smooth and hard cock. He’d only been a little interested until I’d taken him in hand. Oh, he liked my touch. And I’d very much been looking forward to seeing what he could do with his callused, rough hands. My nipples and clit felt particularly neglected right now. I met Kaden’s glare. “I think even you understand what happens when two people get naked together.”
Nick met my gaze before rolling over to face Kaden. “You can stay. You’re welcome to watch—if you can be civil. You’rewelcome to participate—if you play nice. You’re also free to leave and come back when Yasmine texts you that she’s ready for you.”
Kaden’s rage was incandescent. His bright-red cheeks reminded me of when he blew his top. Not often. For all hisartistic temperament, he was actually a focused and dedicated artist. His blowup with Nick the other day had to do with safety. Specifically mine. He put me first. Always.
And I did the same for him. Except tonight I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to see if I could make magic with Nick. “Stay or go, Kaden. Make up your mind.” A bold move on my part.
He held my gaze, his dark-brown eyes blazing fire. “I want him to leave.”
I hopped out of bed and stomped over to him. Not particularly effective given the plush carpeting. Still, I did my best. I stepped into his space. “How many other men and women, Kaden? Eh? And I’ve never complained. Never once asked you to stay home. Even when I was sick, I saidgo.”
“You said you didn’t want me to get sick as well.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I was going to say that—and I meant it. But I also wanted someone to make me chicken soup and read me books. I wasn’t begging then and I won’t beg now.” I pointed to Nick. “But I’m going to enjoy my night. So stay or go. Watch or participate. Just…” I shivered. “Maybe let me get back to what I was doing?”
He continued to glare.
Hold your ground.
The sheets rustled and a moment later Nick’s body heat scorched my skin—even though we weren’t touching.
My body reacted to his proximity. As it always seemed to.