Page 15 of Insatiable

We all shift on the sofas to make room, and the large coffee table between us fills with everyone’s drinks.

“I think we should spice up these little games though,” Base adds, sitting down and dragging both girls onto his lap. “Depending on how adventurous you all are.”

Kade drops onto the couch opposite me, and to my absolute horror, one of the girls on Base’s lap moves over to him. He pauses for a second, giving her a confused look, before a tattooed hand grasps at her hip. I gulp deeply, trying to ignore my jealousy.

I have no right to feel this way.

“You’re talking about How Much Can You Handle, aren’t you?” Tylar asks, frowning when they all nod. “You’re aware that Stacey and I are here? Lu will freak.”

“Just no one touch Kade, and she won’t kill us.” Dez nudges his friend, but I don’t look at him to see his reaction as I study my nails. “Base can pair up with Stacey. You said you wanted to fuck her, didn’t you?” he asks his friend.

Oh man.

Base shakes his head. “You’re a dick.”

Kade shifts on the couch, lighting a cigarette and tossing the clipper onto the coffee table between us.

“If Tylar accepts, then she can have me,” Dez says, winking. “You game?”

She nods slowly, her cheeks blushing with the alcohol. “I’m game.”

“If you can handle me.” He smirks, slapping his friend on the chest. “And Kade already has Abbie, so there won’t be a riot from the twin dragged from the pits of hell.”

“Stop saying that shit,” Base says. “She’s not that bad.”

“But she’s Satan’s twin? We all agreed.”

“If you want me, then stop talking about my best friend like that,” Tylar says, crossing her leg over her knee and quirking a brow.

I can see from the edge of my sight that Abbie’s hand is high on Kade’s lap. He’s paying zero attention as he takes a draw of his smoke and blows it between us, a cloud coming straight for my face.

She’s pretty. Her body is perfect – wavy brown hair, a nice rack, with long, smooth legs that dangle over his lap. Her dress is tight, accentuating every curve.

But I know he hates it when someone plays with his hair or presses a palm to his chest the way she is. It took ages for him to be comfortable with my touch. He’s either fighting the urge to not cringe away, or he truly has changed.

Have they had sex before? Or is it more? Does he talk to her about… everything?

Tylar tilts her head at me. “I don’t think Base could keep up with this one.” Her elbow digs into me. “She’s had a lot of practice lately.”

I slap her knee. “Hey!”

She winces and apologises with a kiss on my cheek.

Base – a taller, more muscular version of Dez – responds with chocolate brown eyes and a grin. “I’m up for the challenge if you are, Rhodes.”

Oh God. Shitting shit.

He would tear me in half.

And I’m not about to fuck one of Kade’s friends, no matter how much we hate each other.

Kade glares at me when I look at him – if it were possible, I’d be on fire from how angry he appears. Which is stupid, considering Abbie is whispering something in his ear and stroking her hand up his bicep, and he’s allowing her.

I shrug as our eyes clash a little longer, unbothered as Base nods in agreement.

I’ll play along with this for a minute, just to see Kade’s reaction, then I’ll go to bed before anything happens.

Would he even care? Doubtful, since he has Abbie trying to draw his mouth to hers. He isn’t kissing her. He isn’t even looking in her direction.

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