Page 28 of Sugar Coated

Mike pulled me far enough away that the sounds of their sex weren’t so loud, and it was only then that he loosened his grip on my wrist.

“What the hell?” I spoke with a pout. “Maybe I wanted to stay.”

The only thing he did was narrow his eyes down at me and fold his arms over his chest, cock his head at me like he thought I was lying—but he could give me that look as much as he wanted. It wouldn’t change the fact that I was telling the truth.

I didn’t think Fang would care. Kieran probably would, but he wasn’t here right now. It was only me and Mike.

“What?” I huffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know Lola is frigging gorgeous. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind watching.” It’s like porn. Didn’t guys get into that? Why did it make it so shocking that I might be into it, too?

“If you really want to watch, then go watch.”

Mike only said it to egg me on, I knew it. I knew it, and yet I still glared up at him with the fury of a thousand suns as I ground my teeth. “Fine.” I held my head high and marched down the hall, back to the lounge—and then I hesitated before rounding the corner and going into the room.

The sounds of sex filled the room adjacent to the hall, and I could imagine it well enough after walking in on them. Lola knew no modesty. Of course, if I was as pretty as her, I might ooze confidence, too.

I stood in the hall for a few seconds, listening to the grunts and moans, and then I sighed and marched right back to Mike, whispering, “You made it weird by pulling me out of the room to begin with, so thanks.”

All Mike did was roll his eyes, as ifIwas the one being ridiculous here.

Standing there, waiting for Lola and Maddox to finish having sex, time seemed to crawl by. Maybe because it was a teeny-weeny bit awkward. Maybe Mike was busy wondering if I really would like to watch. Maybe I was wondering if Mike would get into it, if it’d get him in the mood, like he was that night I went to his room and found him reading a book.

I did still hate that he stopped us from going further.

After a while—an eternity, it felt like—I heard Lola’s voice yell, “We’re done!” And I shot Mike an annoyed smile before walking away from him yet again… though I did notice he took his time in following me.

He took his time in following me for good reason, too, because as I turned to walk into the lounge once more, I found both Lola and Maddox were in the process of getting dressed. Maddox had his pants on, but I could tell his dick was still hard; it bulged against his jeans, and the muscles in his arms tightened as he went for his shirt.

Lola, on the other hand, was much slower in putting on her clothes. She was in the middle of pulling up her leggings when I rounded the corner, cluing me in to the fact that she wore absolutely nothing under them. I got a nice, long view of her bare chest as she bent to retrieve her shirt and slipped it on—no bra, either.

I did notice a long, ugly scar on her lower abdomen, along with a shorter one on her side, the only blemishes on an otherwise flawless body.

Were girl crushes a thing? I didn’t like girls, but Lola might just be an exception. The woman was stunning in every way possible.

Waving Maddox away, Lola said, “Give us the room.” And then she collapsed onto the couch, right where she’d just had sex, with a pleased sigh. She winked at me and patted the empty space beside her.

Maddox wandered away, probably taking Mike with him, but I didn’t pay attention to them. The only thing I did was plop down next to Lola.

Lola was busy grinning at me. “Sorry about that. You probably saw a lot more than you thought you would. I wasn’t planning on getting bent over when Mike texted you were on your way, but sometimes Maddox is… let’s just say you can’t say no to him.”

I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, “That’s okay. I… actually didn’t mind.”

She squinted her blue eyes at me. “Ooh, yeah? I knew there was some kink hiding behind that fun hair.” As she spoke, she lifted a hand to my hair and twirled some of it around her slender finger.

“You’re very, um—” God, I sounded tongue-tied. Yeah, I definitely had a girl crush on Lola. Who could blame me? “—cavalier about sex.”

“I am. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Her voice quieted. “For years it was a weapon, a weapon I used against men—easily, too. They all think with their dicks, as you probably already know. It’s only with Sylvester, Maddox, and Viper that it feels… different. Good. Addicting, even.”

“I saw your scars. Can I ask?”

Lola stopped fiddling with my hair, that same hand dropping to her stomach and tracing the longer scar there. It took her a minute to say, “The little one was where I got stabbed by a rusty old knife—not fun, let me say. The other… was something that was done to me on purpose, to shame me. To be a constant reminder of what happened and what I can’t have.”

Whatever it was, it sounded like it was still painful for her to talk about, so I said, “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.”

The smile she gave me after that told me she appreciated it. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re here to check on the asshole that kidnapped you. How did that all go down, by the way? Mike was, not shockingly, vague about the details.”

I might not have known much about Lola, but I trusted her, so I decided to tell her everything, sparing no details. I told her about the party, about my Devil reappearing after so long, about how he finally claimed me as his… and then how, after he ran away from me, I tried to find him, only to lose him and decide to go home. But before I could contact Mike, I was taken.

And, of course, I had to tell her about the message Mike got that told him where to come get me.

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