Page 225 of Well Played

She chuckled. “Sometimes we get a little…enthusiastic. Nothing raunchy. Just…playful.”

I cocked my head.

“He likes to come on me and that makes a mess.”

Ah. Not what I’d thought, but definitely an image I could envision. And perhaps wish to replicate. I turned to Kaden. “Marking your territory?”

He glared.

“Well at least he doesn’t pee on me.” Yasmine gazed between Kaden and myself. “Are you staying?”

“Yes.”

“Hell, no.”

Both Yasmine and I turned to face Kaden after his vehement refusal.

He tipped his chin up in defiance.

This time, I laughed. “You always get your way?”

“Hell, no.” Yasmine bit out the word. “Well, he thinks he does.”

Kaden’s cheeks, which had returned to their normal color, reddened again. “It’s a partnership.”

“She lets you win sometimes so you don’t feel your masculinity is being threatened.”

Now he looked puce.

I leaned over to whisper in Yasmine’s ear. “Are you going to be okay?”

She gazed at me. “Yes. But thank you for asking. As upset as he is, he’s not a violent man. Like, ever.”

Do you have a choice? She’s not asking you to stay. He’s asking you to leave. Your motto is to never stay where you’re not welcome.

I grasped a handful of her hair and levered her toward me for a kiss.

The smile she offered just before our lips met assured me she had no problems with my bold move.

After the positively passionate kiss that definitely had my cock stirring, I rose. Without giving two fucks if Kaden saw me naked, I redressed. I could’ve insisted on taking a shower, but I wasn’t a total dick.

Kaden had shoved himself back into his pants and still sat—seething.

Once I was completely dressed, even wearing my boots, I moved over to Kaden. I placed my hands on the arms of the chair and leaned into his space. “I’m not poaching. I only ever take what’s offered and given freely.”

His dark eyes flared.

Then, completely unexpectedly, he grasped the back of my neck and pulled me toward him.

Into a kiss.

I was so stunned that, at first, I didn’t react. I wasn’t gay. Hell, I wasn’t even bi. I’d never kissed a guy.

But his persistent lips against mine, and his thrusting his tongue into my mouth when I opened it to speak, had me reconsidering. Rethinking all my life’s choices.

Because man, could this guy kiss. With as much passion as Yasmine, but not the same delicacy. I could thrust my tongue into his mouth and fight him for supremacy. I could challenge him. He would fight back—but with a sensual assault on all my faculties. I’d spoken of not taking what wasn’t given freely. That should’ve applied to myself as well—that no one should ever take something from me that I didn’t offer up.

In this moment, though, I didn’t hesitate. Kaden awakened something deep within me. Helped me see things from a different perspective.

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