My feet skip after him. “You promised we weren’t insta-love.”
“We’re not.”
“But we’re something. My favorite trope, you said.” Gods, I wish I knew what my favorite was, but I can never decide.
“We’re your favorite trope,” he says with all the confidence in the world.
“But you still won’t tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Which means you can, and you refuse to. Maybe I’ll refuse to put out, Centaurus.”
“You won’t last more than a day.”
“Guess we’re gonna find out.”
“No masturbating.” He smirks.
“That’s cheating.”
Spinning, he snaps my body to him and hits me with a mind-melting kiss that wakes my cock from the dead. “I’ll never play fair. You wouldn’t want me to and even if you did, it’s a bad move.”
“Why?”
“Because Merrick’s not going to play fair.”
He says that with so much swagger and confidence, it succeeds in turning me on more. He’s also glaring murder at the arm that now holds Merrick’s mark.
“You’re not gonna lose me to Merrick, babe.”
“I’m not. No matter what he does, I’ll always be one step ahead of him.”
I’m a terrible person. I love what this competition has ignited in him.
“Because you think you know me better. That could just mean you’re friend zoned.”
“You fuck all your friends like you fuck me?” He raises a brow.
Gods, just remembering the way he fucks me makes me want to give up on my two seconds ago vow not to put out.
We stand in front of the door to the portside bunker, and it opens for us. The bed is probably too small for his large ass, let alone me and his large ass, but he’s not sleeping anywhere else, so he’ll have to deal.
“Zhang, you really don’t have to worry about him,” I say as he roots around for shit to clean us off with and I shimmy out of his jacket.
“And I’m not.”
I think he means that.
The bed dips beside me as Zhang sits with his supplies and gently cleans my own jizz off my body. “You can open our relationship to Merrick,” he says. His eyes flick to the obscene handprint for the briefest of seconds.
If this is permanent, I’ll kill Merrick.
“What? But what about the one-year deal? What about all the hate?”
“I still hate him. He’s arrogant, self-centered, and he’s definitely going to break your heart again.”
“Then why the hell are you approving of him?”
