night, but I wanted more than what was offered and the refusal has done nothing but irritate me since I woke up.
Neither man speaks, and I know I’m drawing both sets of eyes. I can feel their heated gazes on my exposed skin. I didn’t bother putting on clothes when I got out of the shower this morning, so I’m sitting with my knees to my chest in nothing but a towel. If either of them cocks their heads to the side, I’m pretty sure they’d be able to see my pussy, but as much as Rocker seems like he really wants to, his head doesn’t move. Neither does Jinx’s, and if I weren’t so annoyed, I’d commend them both for their restraint.
I don’t bother making excuses for my state of undress. They’re the invaders in my apartment and now my room, even if they’re the ones responsible for my getting this better place.
“What?” I ask when neither of them opens their mouths to speak.
“I just want to confirm that we didn’t fuck last night.”
Jinx raises an eyebrow, his focus solely on me with his friend’s outrageous statement.
“You were there, you should know,” I mutter. “I’d say you’d be the first man to have performance issues around me, but you already know that.”
Jinx chuckles, his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to hide it.
“There are no performance issues, and you damn well know it.”
And just how would I know?
“I know you didn’t stick your dick in me last night,” I confirm, feeling ballsy and unable to hide my irritation.
Rocker’s eyes heat, and I feel a little satisfaction at his annoyed state. It doesn’t even come close to how I felt last night.
“I wanted—” He snaps his mouth closed before glaring at his friend who isn’t even bothering to hide the wide grin spreading across his handsome face. “He doesn’t want us messing around until we find out the paternity of the baby.”
I refuse to analyze the caveman statement and stare at both of them. “Messing around? So you fucked up last night when you fingered me and licked my pussy until I was begging for your cock?”
I’m being vile about what happened last night, but I can’t help it. I’ve discovered a rejected woman will say just about anything to level the playing field.
“You’re stronger than I thought,” Jinx mutters, his eyes skating down my bare legs. I can tell he’s tempted to turn his head to get a peek under my towel now, but somehow, he manages to restrain himself.
“It makes him uncomfortable,” Rocker spits, hitching a thumb over his shoulder to indicate his friend.
“Don’t make me sound like the only asshole here,” his friend counters. “You don’t want me fucking her either.”
Since when did this conversation turn into a double rejection to something I’m no longer even asking for?
“That’s because I—” Rocker stops himself before finishing the sentence, and it leaves me wondering just what all is in play here. “We can’t right now.”
“Maybe if we do what got us all here in the first place—”
Rocker growls, making Jinx’s mouth snap shut. I don’t know if Jinx is being serious or if he’s just trying to goad Rocker into punching him in the face. From the looks of it, he’s about to get the latter if he isn’t careful, and that actually pleases me.
“Not going to happen.” Rocker grins with my statement, but I continue to make sure he knows why instead of whatever alpha male possessive shit he’s conjuring in that crazy, sexy head of his. “I can’t drink, and alcohol was the only reason I was able to do something so bold.”
They both frown but it’s not disappointment in turning them down that is making the scowls deepen on their handsome faces. With what I know about these guys, they’re thinking maybe I wasn’t as interested in doing it the first time, that alcohol made me make a bad decision I now regret.
“That night was great, but threesomes aren’t something I do very often.”
Rocker’s frown deepens.
“Or at all,” I mutter. “That was the first and the last. I can mark it off my list and move on.”
“You’re sure?”
Jinx nearly bends in half when Rocker swings his arm back, catching his friend in the gut.
“She fucking said no, so drop it.”
It should be comical, watching these two guys act like barbarians, but my mood is sour and my patience is thinner than it has ever been.
“So now that we’ve settled all of that, what else do