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“I think I’m starting to get it,” I mulled. “This whole innocent look is just a cover, right?”
“Innocent look? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he smirked before he leaned down and kissed me, all butconfirming my statement. I had no complaints. I loved it when he took what he wanted from me like this, not just sitting back and waiting for me to make a move. In fact, Ajay had been the one to initiate most of our interactions, something that just tore at my heart strings.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to put the moves on him. Because I really, really did. But I had a lot more to lose here. I already had a full deck of cards out on the table between us while he was still holding a full set. I was less certain of how he felt about things escalating between us. It was less of a risk for him when he already knew I was gay and there had been more than enough sufficient hints to know I was also very, very keen.
Very keen indeed.
Ajay moaned into the kiss as I ground his hips down onto me, letting him know exactly how much I was enjoying his company.
“I really want to take you upstairs,” I murmured, breaking the kiss to find that spot just below his ear that had him sucking in a jagged breath.
“I really want to go upstairs with you,” Ajay replied breathlessly.
I was just racking through my brain for options that didn’t involve debauching my brother’s best friend out in the open when a loud knock at the front door called time on our heavy make out session.
“Are you bloody kidding me?” I groaned. Ajay sighed deeply, the weight of the world in that sound before shifting his body off me and settling back down on his sun lounger. He reached down to adjust himself with a deep sigh and I grinned back at him, delighted at how affected he was by me. I knew, I was just as affected by him.
Dane had stopped playing his guitar and I assumed he had gone to answer the door. I had no intentions of answering iteither way. I was not in a particularly forgiving mood with whoever had just interrupted me from having my way with Ajay.
But then, lo and behold, barely a moment had passed before the sliding door creaked in its salty tracks and out onto the deck popped my public enemy number one.
Could the day get any worse? Why yes, as a matter of fact, it could.
CHAPTER 17
ajay
“Kira?” I said, shocked and not exactly pleased at her sudden, unwelcome appearance on the back deck. I cocked my leg up on the sun lounge to try and hide how very, very turned on I still was by what I had just been doing with Nick.
Nick, who was casually sipping on his glass of iced tea, burning daggers at the girl on the deck.
Kira looked contrite, or at least, that was the look she was going for as she glanced down her lashes at me, worrying a lock of blonde hair in her fingers. I’d seen the contrite act numerous times before. To say I was not in the mood for her games right now was the understatement of the year.
“Ajay,” she replied in that low, sultry voice I was long since immune to.
“What are you doing here, Kira?”
“I came to see you,” she replied. She bit into her bottom lip and I almost heard the eye roll from Nick beside me. She was in those teeny tiny denim shorts, the ones that barely covered her ass while her boobs overflowed from a tight pink top that showed off her stomach. All very attractive.
Not a single spark of reaction from me.
I wondered if this was what Rob had felt when Nick had been dared to kiss him. Actually, no, scratch that thought because now I was thinking about kissing Nick again and that was not helping my current predicamentone bit as I shifted on my seat.
I took a sip of my iced tea, intent on making this scene as awkward as possible. I could see Dee and Dane hovering just inside the living room but I couldn’t even spare Dee a wave just now. I was pissed at the both of them for forcing this situation on me.
“Can we talk?” Kira asked, taking a tentative step towards me which I knew was another act. She didn’t have a contrite bone in her body.
“Go ahead,” I gestured with a wave.
“Alone,” she harumphed, eyes flicking disdainfully at Nick.
“Well, it’s Nick’s house so that’s not my call to make. He can stay if he wants.”
“You know what?” Nick said, shooting me a little grin I assumed was meant to be supportive. “I think I’d rather go eat sandpaper than sit here and listen to this bullshit.” I sent him a pleading look which he responded to with a wink, laughing softly to himself as he stepped off the deck and down to the boat shed.
“He’s so rude,” Kira huffed.
“Well, only when he’s confronted in his own home by people he doesn’t want to see,” I answered lightly.
