"Full of yourself, aren’t we?" He has one sexy smirk that's for sure. Looking up I notice his eyes are on my lips. I can't stop myself. It's like my body is overriding my brain. I step closer pushing my chest flush against his. I bury my nose in the dip at the bottom of his throat. Inhaling his cinnamon scent with a moan. I feel his free hand run up my arm slowly. I'm guessing he doesn't want another incident like earlier today.
My tongue flicks out on its own accord. Tasting the warm salty skin of his throat. I want to taste every inch of him. Hearing the hitch in his breathing makes me smile. After years of being forced to do things, I like being the one leading… for now. I trail my nose up his throat, having to stretch on my tiptoes to reach the helix of his ear. I run the ball of my tongue ring over the sensitive skin. His whole body does a little shiver when I blow on the wetness I left behind. His hand has slid down my side and rests gently on my hip. His fingers kneading the skin softly. I want to touch all of him. Feel his hard body pressed against my soft one. I feel his hardness through his sweats brushing against my stomach. I'm happy to know I'm affecting him the same way he is me.
If he reached down my pants right now, he would come back with a soaked hand. It's been quite a while since I've been this turned on and I have no intention of stopping now. I deserve this after all the bad. A woman should know what a real man feels like. Even if it's just one time. I run my fingers through his soft hair. Massaging his scalp as I pepper kisses over his stubbled jaw and chin. I work up to the corner of his mouth when I finally glance up. Looking at him through my lashes, I can see his stormy blue eyes. He looks hungry, but not for the food we have been working on. I can feel his body tense. I keep my eyes locked with his as I trail the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip. Daring him to take control. Just seeing how far I can push before he loses it.
I'm surprised when he lets me do whatever I want. I nibble his bottom lip and rub my hand over his collarbone and down his chiseled chest and muscled stomach. Stopping at his pants. I glance back up to find he has his eyes closed tightly. He is letting me have all the control and not pushing my boundaries. I think it's time for him to get to explore some. I kiss his lips lightly before taking his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking. When he opens his eyes, I tilt my head giving him access to my throat. Giving him my trust, but cautiously. His eyes light up and his hands climb up my back to press me even tighter to his chest. I feel his hot lips press to my pulse point and his tongue flicks out to taste. BAM! The first aid kit hits the counter beside us.
"What the fuck, dude?" Fletcher and Cole are back from the basement. "You get her over here, are supposed to take care of her, and you take advantage of her while she's hurt?" Cole's face is red with rage. Honestly, I had completely forgotten the pain with the pleasure pulsing in my clit. Sex is a great pain killer… too bad I didn't get that far. So damn close… fucking cock blocking men!
"I was not taking advantage of anyone! Baby Blue here took it upon herself to rub on me. Not that I minded one damn bit, but y'all should know me better than to think I would do anything she didn't want to do." Clint is fuming now… I guess I'll have to be the referee here.
"Clint isn't lying. I did start everything. I'm sorry to him and to y'all. It's been a long day and my hormones are everywhere. Clint has been so sweet and gentle with me today. I was just enjoying this new kind of attention. I'm sorry for getting in the middle of all this. I'll just head back to Old Man's." I never wanted to get between them. I was just having fun for once. I hate that I messed up the few friends I was making. That's just what’s happening though.
I'm about to walk out the kitchen door when Cole puts his hands out in front of him stopping me. "Ayida. We're not mad with you or him. It was just a shock. Please stay." He means it. Fletcher and Clint are nodding along in agreement.
"Well, we were almost done with cooking. I guess I could stay for dinner. As long as y'all are okay with it?" Everyone nods again in unison.
"Can we get your hand fixed up first?" Cole asks from the door. His cheeks stained pink. I'm surprised he is a blusher.
"Thank you. It's starting to throb a little."
Dinner was uneventful. The guys mostly ate in silence after patching up my hand with burn cream and a bandage. If anything, it was awkward. The exact thing I didn't want. "So… What is on the agenda tomorrow?" Did I mention I suck at small talk?
"I guess teaching you more about the business. Maybe take you to the bank and get you put on Old Man's accounts. That's important for the days he decides not to show up to the office door." At least Cole is trying.
"Is this really what we're going to talk about?" I look up to see Clint's narrowed blue eyes looking back and forth between all of us.
"What would you like to talk about, brother?" Fletcher says flippantly. He is trying to aggravate Clint and not hiding it at all.
"Hmmm, maybe how it's none of your business what Ayida does or with whom she does it with?" Tension is rolling off Clint in waves. I'm starting to get nerves building up in my stomach. I might be a badass bitch but arguing makes me anxious. Nothing good ever comes from verbal fighting either. I think Clint can sense my anxiety next to him. Taking a deep breath, he relaxes into his chair and lays his hand on top of mine. "I just mean she shouldn't feel ashamed for anything she does or doesn’t do."
Clearing his throat, Cole turns in my direction. "Ayida, you can do whatever you want with whomever you want. We have just met you, and have no claim to you, and should not, and will not judge your decisions. If you like Clint, go for it… if not that's fine too. We are not some backwoods, hillbilly, rednecks that think a woman belongs to a man. We might be criminals, but we aren't sexist." I'm pretty shocked by the openness of his statement. I didn't think they were sexist… assholes maybe, but not sexist. Holder is a different issue all together.
These guys are trying to protect me from something I don’t need protection from. If anything, they need protection from me. I have a dark spot on my soul, and I can feel it growing daily. It will suck in everyone around me eventually. "Well since we're being honest, and everyone is a feminist here. I like all of y'all. Clint was just the one in touching distance when ‘la chatte’ went all needy and drippy." Cole is bright pink while the other two are choking on laughter.
"That's definitely a first for me. Glad to know I was just a body to rub on." Clint's eyes sparkle with mischief. Okay so not totally true. I do like all three of them, but Clint and I… we click. Who knows, I might click with all them if I get some alone time. They definitely are not lacking in the looks department.
"Okay so you have a thing for all of us. What are we supposed to do with that information? Draw straws?" For being a party boy, Fletcher is sure killing the vibe.
"I don't know, that's up to y'all. I'm not settling down to one person anytime soon. I just got my freedom back and I'm living life to the fullest. If you can't handle that, I'll just cross you off my list of must do's. Cole, you want me to cross you off also or are you cool?" I was expecting to be told “hell no” with all his cute blushing, but to my utter surprise he meets my eyes with confidence.