Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

I stood there with my mouth hanging open just slightly and still trying to figure out if this was a joke.

Rika didn’t look at all confused, though. She stared at Michael, looking worried.

“You’re very beautiful,” Michael said, turning back to me, his eyes softening. “Rika had Kai. Do you want to have me? And then everyone’s even?”

I was dumbfounded. He wasn’t serious.

“Michael.” Rika stepped up. “I don’t like this game.”

“Am I playing?” he asked her.

And she tensed.

I met Kai’s eyes, and his gaze bore into me. He might be waiting for what I had to say on the matter, but if I chose wrong, he was going to step in.

He wasn’t sharing.

And I fought a smile, but I didn’t want him to.

I watched Rika stare at Michael and him look back, and then his eyes faltered, weakening at the sight of her.

He was playing with me. She was his, and he was hers, and they knew who and what they wanted.

But I still didn’t like Michael messing with me. I could play, too.

I pushed him back. “Screwing you puts me on an even keel with her?” I told him. “I don’t set my sights that low. I want to be on an even keel with Kai.”

His eyebrows dug in, not following me. I met Rika’s eyes.

And she broke out in a smile. “She is clever, isn’t she?”

“What’s going on?” Michael looked between Rika, Kai, and me. “What does that mean?”

Reaching out, Rika took my hand and gently pulled me over to her. “It means, if Kai got to have me, so does she.” And then she looked at Michael. “What? Fair’s fair, right?”

He frowned, turning to Kai who just stood there looking just as shocked.

My heart raced, and I wasn’t sure if I was bluffing when I said it, or I just hadn’t thought that far ahead yet when I ran at the mouth like I always did, but I knew one thing. I loved the feel of Kai’s eyes on my back right now. I loved him watching me, and I knew everything was for him.

She put her hands on my hips, and I opened my mouth to protest. “I don’t—”

“What does he do that you like?” she whispered, leaning in close.

“Um…teeth?” I stammered. “He bites my lips.”

She panted, her mouth hovering over mine. “Yeah, I like it when Michael does that, too.” And she did it, thrusting out and dragging my bottom lip between her teeth.

I whimpered, my breath shaking with my growing desire.

“Except Michael,” she breathed in my ear, “bites me down here.”

And she took my hand and made me touch myself. I smiled excitedly. “Shit.”

She kissed me, and I placed my hands on her hips, kissing her back. What the fuck was I doing?

She closed her eyes, biting my lips again, and flicking my top lip with her tongue, her hot, sweet breath warming me all over. I moaned, a nerve between my legs starting to throb.

“You should see them,” she whispered, nibbling my ear. “They’re about to lose their minds.”