Page 78 of Whips and Chains
He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Please? I really want you to meet them.”
The look on his face was so ridiculously wholesome there was suddenly not one part of me that could refuse him.
And so I found myself saying, “I think I’d really like that.”
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Igot changed three times before I settled on jeans, a white T-shirt, and a backward baseball cap. Variations of the same outfit were strewn across my bedroom, and I’d dropped to the carpet at least three times to do pushups, trying to make my biceps pop.
Levi and Whip watched me from my bed, neither acting terribly impressed by how jacked I was.
I winked at them in the mirror. “Don’t be so depressed! We can’t all have guns like these!”
Whip squinted at me. “I’m not depressed over your arms. I’m depressed by the fact you said you had an emergency, and we needed to get over here now, and really your emergency was you couldn’t count your pushups yourself.”
I stopped in plank position. “I had no idea what to wear, Whip! I can’t make important decisions like that alone!”
“You made us choose between the white tee, the off-white tee, and the cream. That is not a decision that warranted an SOS text, X.”
I grumbled beneath my breath, “I’ll call Reginald next time. He’s less grumpy than the two of you.”
I glanced between them. They were about as far apart on the bed as they could get, neither looking at the other. There was a distinct chill in the air between them.
I dropped my knees down and sat up. “Did you two have a fight?”
Levi glanced over at Whip, but then quickly dropped his gaze back to his lap. “No.”
“Ah.” I nodded to show them I understood. “You had sex, and Whip didn’t call you the next day?”
Whip glared at me. “Why are you so obsessed with me and Levi fucking?”
“We aren’t fucking,” Levi muttered.
Whip rolled his eyes. “Oh, sorry, I forgot the idea of that was so completely repulsive to you. I mean, I can jerk you off, and you can kiss me like you want me to roll you over and take you hard and fast from behind, but no. There’s definitely no possibility of us fucking.”
Levi glared at him. “Fuck off, Whip. You’re being an asshole.”
“I’m being an asshole? That’s rich.”
I glanced between them. “I kinda think you’re both being assholes, because you asked me a question and then didn’t let me answer it.”
They both looked over at me, but it was Whip who wearily asked, “What question did we ask you?”
“Why I was so obsessed with you and Levi fucking.”
Levi flopped back on the bed. “I don’t think I want to know the answer to that.”
I pushed to my feet. “Okay, cool, well, if you don’t want to talk about my feelings on the subject, the least you could do is talk to each other.”
“I’ll talk to him when he stops being a prick,” Levi muttered.
Whip shot back just as fast, “I’ll talk to him when he stops pretending that anything between us is one-sided.”
I moved for the door. “Well, I was going to invite you both to come out with me and Violet tonight, but now you’re killing my vibe, and I think I’d rather lock you in here until you sort out your shit. There’s lube in the top drawer!”
I closed the door behind me and slid the lock into place.
