Love Bites

“She’s all right. Now. She was shocked, but she got over it fast.” Again the smirk, and Tris’s stomach tightened. “I distracted her.”

“How?”

Matt arched a brow and shifted to face him, hands sprawled on his stomach. “Sure you want the gory details?”

“The details of how you clearly left my bed and went to hers? Why not?”

Though he wasn’t altogether sure he did. But he’d be damned if they left him out of the loop any longer.

But instead of Matt spilling, he reached for his soda and tipped it back to his mouth for a long swallow. Then he sighed. “She was pretty pissed and just as much hurt. I came down here to try to explain, but we started baiting each other and things went from there.”

Tris rolled his eyes. As if Matt and Caity sniping at each other was anything new. “Baiting each other about what?”

Matt lifted his head and stared him straight in the eye. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. We made it into a competition about which of us wanted you more. And then we circled around wanting each other. I’m still not really sure where we stand on that score. I mean, I know where I stand, and I know she wants use of my dick, but as for more than that, no clue.”

r /> Tristan shook his head, trying to comprehend what Matt was telling him. “You fought over me. Then you fought over each other. And she wants use of your dick?”

“Yours too.” Matt saluted him with his soda. “Our little Cait has her share of needs, it seems.”

Tris picked up his own bottle of soda and rolled it between his palms. “You’re not telling me everything,” he said softly. “And I’m guessing what you’re leaving out involves sex.”

“Things escalated. But no, we didn’t have sex. She wanted to, though, as part of her big master plan.” Matt shrugged. “Let’s just say she had plans for both of us that went beyond quick kisses and fumbling clutches. And before you ask what kind of plans, use your damn imagination.”

“Already doing that,” Tris replied, his stomach roiling with the pictures his mind insisted on forming.

What exactly had happened? More to the point, what experiences had they shared without him?

He released a long breath. No wonder Caity had been so shocked and hurt. She’d been the one left out of things going on right under her nose, and now he was in that role. And he didn’t like it one bit.

“Anyway, the point is this. She’s ready for us, Tris. We just need to do this the right way. My way.”

“You kissed her. What else?”

“Man, you’re fixated, aren’t you?”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

Matt nodded and sipped more soda. “Hell yeah. Let’s just say other parts of her taste as good as her mouth.”

“Not surprised.” With effort, Tristan tried to focus on the conversation and not what parts of Caity Matt had gotten to sample. Lost cause. “You didn’t get her naked.”

“No. But if I could’ve, I would have. And I wouldn’t have felt guilty. She’s been the goal all along. We ended up being a pleasant side trip, but we weren’t planned. Doesn’t mean we can’t alter the plan a bit now, though.”

“Seriously, Matt, I’m way too freaking hungry to try to make sense of what you’re saying. Get to the point, would you?”

And leave me in peace to try to figure out why the hell Caity kissed me.

Beyond the obvious, of course. She was clearly stretching their boundaries, between what had happened with him and from what had occurred with Matt. Whatever the hell that was.

But there was more to it. The kiss this morning had almost felt like a test. He still didn’t know if he’d passed or failed.

Caity had taken off early a short while ago, but she hadn’t said a word about anything but work to either him or Matt all morning. Nor had she flirted or teased or even flipped her hair.

Hadn’t mattered. His dick was still as hard as a damn brick.