Then, Ren dropped another one of those infuriating soft kisses on my neck.
Fuck this.I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Jerking back from KC freed my mouth, which let me fucking think.
“Rotten, rotten, fucking rotten.” I was thrashing before they let go, but as soon as my safe word was out there, they dropped my wrists. I jumped to my feet and whirled on Ren.
KC already looked horrified. “Sorry. Did we hurt you?” He stood with his hands out at his sides.
“No!”
“Huh?” Ren’s brow wrinkled. “Why did you safe word out?”
KC cocked his head, more confused puppy than jock. That pissed me off even more for some reason.
“No.” I got in Ren’s face and didn’t care if this ended with me having to wait out the storm in the hallway. “No, and that’s the fucking problem! What did I do to make you hate me? What didI do to make you decide to torment me and never give me what I need? Can you tell me so I can fix it? Because this fucking sucks!” I tugged on my curls, and KC grabbed my wrists again, holding them until I let go of my hair. Only when I dropped the strands did the sizzle of pain fully register.
“Tell me!” I hated how hysterical I sounded, but this had been building for a while. “If you’re going for psychological torture, I promise, you fucking win!”
I hated the way Ren seemed confused because he was supposed to have all the answers. If he didn’t know what was going on, who would?
24
REN
Time stood still.
Confusion warred with shock as I searched Oliver’s face, taking in the distress that washed over his delicate features. His wide brown eyes were clouded with emotional agony. I didn’t understand. Yet seeing him like this took its toll on my heart, my ribs squeezing at the fragile organ until I thought it would snuff the life out of me. It fucking hurt. The crevice of my chest hollowed until I was breathless.
“What are you talking about?” I raised my hand toward him, but he flinched away. Motherfucker, I felt like the biggest asshole to ever exist. What had I done?
KC gave me an incredulous stare, asking me silently what had happened, but I had no answers for him, either.
“Kitten, I don’t understand,” I whispered.
“You’re lying.” Tears flooded his eyes and his lips wobbled, turmoil blazing in his irises. “You have to be doing this on purpose.”
“Oli, we don’t know what’s going on.” KC caressed his thumb over Oliver’s wrist, begging our boyfriend with a look. “Ren doesn’t know what he did. Tell us.”
Oliver’s gaze flicked between us, searching, like we were messing with him, and I hated that he thought we’d do that. Hurt him in that way. Finally, he exhaled shakily. “Why are you being so fucking gentle with me?”
I winced. When Oliver swore, he was really mad or frustrated, but his words came with more than surprise over his cursing. This was what he was upset about?
Fuck.
I thought I was doing the right thing for him.
“I was too rough for your first time. I didn’t want?—”
“Well,I want,” Oliver hissed. “When you lost control, against the car, in Black Out, it was perfect. That’s what I want.” His attention shot to KC, angry and begging at the same time. “I love it rough. I don’t want soft. I won’t shatter if you knock me around. I have my safe word if I want out of it, but I don’t. I fucking don’t. So, bend me, break me,fuckme like you mean it. Both of you.” His chest heaved and he took a step back, straightening his shoulders. “Give me your cocks hard and fast and let me feel you for weeks. I want to permanently feel you in my ass.”
Holy fucking hell. My cock jerked as his words permeated my brain. “I was being too rough with you.”
“Bullshit.” He glowered at me. “I didn’t tell you I was a virgin for that reason. I wanted both of you, exactly how I got you. I thought—I thought you didn’t need me anymore because you were being too gentle. I thought—” His chest heaved. Tears leaked from his eyes and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his feet. He scrubbed his hands over his cheeks, a sob wrenching from deep in his chest. Panic etched into his face.
I shot up, and KC and I crowded Oliver, wrapping him in our arms. I smothered him with kisses on his cheek and was relieved when he didn’t shove me away like I’d expected. He relaxed under my touch, releasing a stuttering breath.
“Fuck, Kitten.” I grasped his chin and jerked his head toward me, and he hissed in a delicious way.