Page 87 of Rebel Revenge

“I can look after myself.”

He sighed, a distinct air of hurt in his tone. “Yeah, I know. You never hesitate to remind me. But just humor me, okay? Don’t you want to get to know him a bit more?”

“Not really,” I grumped.

Fang chuckled softly before putting his beer to his lips. “You’re attracted to him.”

I elbowed him. “I am not.”

“If I put my hand into your panties right now, I wouldn’t find them wet?”

I needed to distract the man because he was hitting too close to home. “You would,” I sassed him back. “But that’s because you’re sitting right next to me, reminding me of the time I nearly came on your lap in front of a room full of people, just because you slapped my ass.”

He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. His breath was warm and smelled faintly of beer. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“How wet you are for me.”

My heartrate sped up. Vaughn sat on the middle of the couch in front of us, his arm around Kiki. She tilted her head back, whispered something to him, and he grinned, putting his mouth down on hers.

Jealousy coursed through me.

Fang’s big hand landed on my thigh. I had ripped fishnets on beneath a short denim skirt, and his warmth easily radiated through the barely-there material. Inch by inch, his hand slid up until his pinky brushed the hem of my skirt.

Vaughn’s gaze was pinned firmly on the same spot, even with Kiki going for gold on his mouth.

I shifted, heat coursing through me from both men.

Fang kissed my neck, and then up to my ear. “He wants you too, you know,” he whispered.

“He does not,” I murmured back. “He’s quite happy over there with Kiki shoving her tongue down his throat.”

“We both know he’d rather be over on this couch.”

I didn’t know that.

But I liked his gaze on me, even as another woman tried to stake her claim.

A rush of power hit me. It was a heady feeling to have both men watching me, waiting to see what I was going to do. What I was going to allow.

All of it on my terms.

Eyes on Vaughn, I uncrossed my legs.

It was a silent signal for Fang to go ahead.

He placed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of my neck, sucking gently, while his hand slid up my skirt and then between my thighs.

He groaned into my skin, rubbing his finger against my clit.

It was so good, I instantly wanted more. More of his touch and his kisses and the way he made me feel.

More of Vaughn’s eyes hooded with desire as he watched Fang rub me in intimate places.

“You’re drenched, Pix. Those panties need to come off. Here or in my room?”

“Here,” I whispered boldly.

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