Page 113 of Lash

I look, and Nico is grinning—beaming, really. "Nico, they're teasing me!”

He comes over to the bed and kisses the top of my head. "Yes, they are. In this group, you must give as good as you get. It is meant with love."

I glare at Kane and Solomon. “You two are just jealous. You do not have your girlfriends here to have a two-day fuckfest with."

Solomon smirks at Scarlett. "Oh, I dunno. I wasn't exactly twiddling my thumbs."

Kane snickers. "You would be correct in my case. But you oughta know, Anj and me's room—" he pauses, frowning. "Anj's and mine? Anj and my? I don't fuckin' know. Fuckin' bullshit grammar. Whatever. Point is, our room is next to his, so you'll get an earful when we get back—trust that, baby girl."

"Anj's and my room," Silas says. "It would be Anj's and my room. Split it up—Anj's room and my room. Anj's and my room."

Kane flips him off. “Thanks for the lesson, Professor Cabot."

Silas returns the gesture. "No problem,dropout."

“You dropped out too, dipshit,” Saxon snaps.

Kane's eyes narrow, and I think the exchange could have taken a turn for the ugly, but Solomon steps between them. "Okay, we have officially spent way too long in close quarters. Let's get our shit and get home."

He shoves Kane and Silas for the door, one hand on each of their backs. Silas reaches around Solomon's back and slugs Kane in the arm. Kane returns the favor, but he's so much bigger than Silas that his playful punch sends Silas stumbling sideways.

Silas rights himself, laughing. "Oh, yeah? Wanna play it that way, you big gorilla?"

Once they're out in the hallway, he launches himself at Kane and puts him in a headlock, and the two men wrestle their way down the hallway…until a door opens and someone shouts something in very loud, very angry Portuguese.

I hear Solomon scolding them before Nico moves the latch to let the door close and lock.

"When did Solomon become our leader?" he muses out loud as he comes to sit on the bed near my feet. "It just sort of…happened, and no one seems to question it."

I shrug. "You are all army men. You look for a leader by nature. With Inez having been a prisoner, you all needed someone to lead. Solomon assumed the role."

Nico nods. "Yes, this I know. It is more curiosity that it was Solomon who assumed the role. We are all capable of leadership. We have been leaders at one point or another. But in this, Solomon seemed to just naturally take the position. There wasn't any discussion, either. It is curious." He tugs at the sheet tucked in under my armpits so it comes loose, baring me for him. "Now. We have thirty minutes and nothing to pack. What shall we do?"

I laugh, playfully trying to drag the sheet from his grip. "Nico, no. I am sore. I hobbled to the bathroom like an old woman."

He laughs as he yanks the sheet away entirely, crawls onto the foot of the bed, and grabs my ankle, hauling me to him. "Sore? Where?"

"You know where!"

He raps his knuckles against his temple. "I must be suffering from amnesia, because I seem to have forgotten. Perhaps you fucked the brains out of me, hmm?" He kisses my ankle. "Is it here?"

I fake glare down at him, playing along. "No."

He kisses the inside of my knee. "Here?"

I shake my head. "No, not there either."

He kisses up my thigh, and I find myself breathing hard in anticipation. His lips touch the silky flesh just beside my sex. "Here?"

"Nearly," I breathe. "But…not quite."

"Mmmmmm," he hums. "I seem to remember…ahhh yes. I know—it is here!" He kisses my pussy, tongue slithering in, breath hot.

"Yes," I gasp. "There."

"Then if you are sore, I shall kiss it all better."

And he does. Slowly, as if we have all the time in the world, he brings me to orgasm using nothing more than his lips and tongue, making me cry out loud as if I was not just teased for having woken half of Rio de Janeiro.