Page 64

SIXTY-FOUR

POISON - Arankai

I’m so hard I’m throbbing inside my pants. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My whole world is crashing around me, and yet I’m here, staring at one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen and getting aroused. And the other attractive man is the asshole in the other room who’s been winding me up all day with all his aggressive comments.

“Do it,” Ronan dares. His gaze is so intense I can barely look away. But I do. Staring straight at his lips. I swallow. “I can’t…”

Then, Ronan’s lips are crushing against mine. He gives me no choice, pressing into my lips and licking at the seam until I open. I open my mouth, and his tongue comes rushing in, licking and tasting and consuming me, tasting of cinnamon whiskey. I’ve never liked it, but suddenly, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

But still, that shame that’s followed me around since childhood continues to follow me. My cheeks burn, and I pull away. Just in time to hear the bedroom door open.

“Have you…” Logan’s demanding voice trails off as he sees us, and I whip my head toward him. Logan looks huge in the doorway. A tattooed blonde surfer stacked with muscles. And against my will, my mouth waters again.

Slowly, Logan starts to smirk. “Oh. I see.”

“Fuck off, Logan,” Ronan mutters, pulling back slightly.

“Yeah?” Logan’s gaze hardens as it lands on Ronan. “You wanna get mouthy with me after all this shit?”

“All this shit?” Ronan sits up straighter, and I can feel the tension mounting in the room. I try to pull away, but Ronan reaches out and grabs the back of my head. “Keep going. I didn’t tell you to stop.” The demand curls through me with a hint of pleasure.

Ronan turns his full gaze on me. “Have you ever sucked dick?”

I suck in a breath, curls of shame and arousal coursing through me.

“Ronan.” The demand from Logan sounds like a warning.

“Have you?” Ronan ignores Logan, staring at me.

I blink, shaking my head slightly. I’m worried about Logan, but I’m even more worried about the man holding me still right in front of him.

“It’s okay. You can be my good boy and suck me off while Logan watches. Right?” Ronan arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to reply. His hand on the back of my head is firm, and I wonder, with a blast of arousal, if he’ll make me do it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ronan asks, and I’m not sure if he’s asking me or Logan. There’s no response, and Ronan yanks down his pants, exposing his dick. His very hard dick.

I swallow. How am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?

“You can do it, can’t you?” Ronan is asking in a half-crooning, half-mocking tone. And I’m ashamed that it does something for me. It does a lot for me. I’m throbbing inside my pants so much it aches.

“Good boy. Take my dick in that pretty little mouth. Let’s show Logan just how much he’s missing.”