Wild Like Us (Like Us 8)

It thuds at his chest and falls.

Fuck.

38

AKARA KITSUWON

Okay.

Okay.

Breathe.

I’ve seen them flirt before. Shit, I’ve seen Banks eat her out already. Jealousy claws at my heels, but I kick it away fast.

I’m hanging onto my relationship with Sulli. Confident in my feelings for her and her feelings for me and what we share. Regardless of what she has with Banks.

I clear a pit in my throat. “I just ran into Jane.” I pocket my keys. “She asked me if I wanted to crash in Charlie’s RV tonight. So you two could have privacy.”

Sulli rests a hand over her face, hiding from the train wreck I just experienced. “Oh my fucking God,” she mumbles. “Jane.” She drops her hand with a sigh. “Now I feel badly about complaining about the bride-to-be—who is so fucking rad that she’d try to orchestrate a way to get me alone time with the guy she knows I like.”

Banks can’t hold in a smile.

“Now how is this fair?” I ask him. “You don’t see Charlie trying to whisk you to his RV so I can have alone time with her.”

“No,” Banks says, “he’s just the one who’ll probably tweet to the world, Akara and Sulli are in a relationship.”

He has a point.

Still, I’m envious that Jane is playing wing-woman to Banks and Sulli. While I’m scrounging in the depths of every hell trying to find time with Sul. At this point, if a demon said they could give me an extra hour with her, I’d be willing to pay any price.

But I also hate knowing I might’ve taken something from Sulli and Banks. Why am I not jumping for fucking joy that I cut their little floor-flirting thing short? What’s wrong with me? I should be so happy that I interrupted them when I have deep feelings for her.

You care about them, Nine.

Yeah.

And I also just want to be here. I’ve wanted to be here with her all day, and I’ll even take Banks here with us. “So hot springs?”

Sulli comes closer. “Wait, what’d you tell Jane?”

“That I love eating string beans.”

Sulli slugs my side. “Kits.”

More deeply, I say, “I told her that I need to protect Sulli, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Sulli inhales a lungful. I know I might need to reassure her more than Banks will have to, since I constantly have to step out, but I could live forever just coming back and reminding her, telling her, showing her how much I care.

How much I desire her.

Need her.

Sulli moves a step closer to collect the backpack at my feet. The trailer is so small that her body wedges between ours. Shit.

Her skin feels hot.

I’m hot.

Her eyes roam me and him.

My gaze journeys over her six-foot athletic build. Blood pumping down to my cock. My muscles flex, and I glance over at Banks.

He’s giving her the longest once-over, then his gaze lifts to mine. We’re wondering the same thing: are we going to do this again?

Why wouldn’t we?

The moment decrees go for it. Out here, the three of us are leading with zero inhibition. No constraints.

I can only find one reason to stop: someone will be left with these memories to mourn. Me or him, but right now, I push that back.

It’s just the three of us. There is no tomorrow. Just today.

Sulli grabs the backpack but while she rises, her tits press up against my chest. Ass against Banks, and I rake a hand through my hair and lick my lips.

She drops the backpack.

My chest rising and falling heavily against her, I tell her strongly, “Go lie back on the bed, string bean.”

She mutters, “Holy fuck, that was hot.”

I smile, trying not to laugh. “Sulli, go.”

Dazedly, she drifts back until her legs hit the queen bed. She sinks down, and I look to Banks while we both pull our shirts off our heads. “We’re not taking her virginity,” I tell him more commandingly.

Banks slips me a smile. “So now you’re ordering me in the bedroom too?”

I flip him off, my lips rising. We focus entirely on Sulli. She has on loose-fitting pants, and an old Aquatic Club shirt. While we near her, I imagine Sulli stripped bare, her back arched and lips parted—like she’d been in the tent.

“Hold up.” She breathes shallowly, and we both stop a literal foot away. So close that I could reach down and tear her pants off.

Banks rubs a hand across his jaw.

I try to read her expression. All I see is arousal, but to be positive, I tell her, “We don’t have to do anything, Sulli—”

“It’s not that, fuck.” She presses a hand to her temple. “I’d just rather see you two come since I haven’t seen that yet, but don’t feel pressured or…” She trails off because Banks and I are already shedding our slacks.

Down to boxer-briefs, she nearly falls backward on the bed in a pant. “Oh fuck.”