Loving War(47)
“I had to delay our New York trip. My business associate pushed the meeting back to the next weekend. I suppose that’s for the best. It gives you time to fold,” I tell her cockily.
She’s holding out much better than I am, but I can’t let her see that.
She snorts out a laugh before standing and pushing the remaining part of the popsicle into her mouth. She sucks it hard, cleaning the popsicle stick of anything solid before discarding it into the trash.
My knees buckle, and I might whimper internally, but I grab onto the side of the counter to stabilize my weak and pathetic self. She grins over her shoulder before swallowing the chunk of frozen stuff, and she tugs her bra over her head before tossing it at me.
“Kode, you’re barely hanging on. I’m not too particularly worried about winning this little bet. Right now, I have to get ready. Brin is coming to pick me up for a shopping trip.”
She shakes her ass in shorts that might as well be underwear, walking away with a strut that makes me feel all the weaker. I can’t wait to meet up with my trainer. I need to punch something since I can’t fuck anything.
***
TRIA
Ow. Ow. Ow! Brainfreeze!
It’s so hard not to wince in pain when your head feels like it’s stuck in an artic inferno. How can something be so cold and burn so painfully at the same frigging time?
Now I’m standing under the hot water with my mouth wide open under the flow. Stupid popsicle. Even my ears hurt.
The pain finally subsides, and I flip the water on to be cooler—much cooler. Before Kode, it had been forever since I’d had sex. So obviously thinking I could go a long time without sex again seemed perfectly logical. Only… When you have sex regularly, numerous times a day, with Kode Sterling, and then you stop, but yet you share a home with the man who stars in all your fantasies… It. Is. Painful. Brutally painful. Especially when he spends all his spare time seducing you with every weakness you have.
I swear I don’t know who I am anymore, because the old Tria didn’t wake up desperate to ravage the man next to her. It’d be easier to sleep in another room, but then he’d know how weak I’m getting.
It’s only been three days, yet it feels like months have passed. It’s maddening.
The only good thing is that, without sex, we’ve managed to have very lengthy conversations. Out of all his antics to get me to cave—strutting around naked, brushing his erection against me, talking dirty enough to make me pull my own hair—it’s the times when he just talks about nothing in particular that has me wanting to cave.
I didn’t judge Kode wrong all these years. He’s an asshole. But only to people he doesn’t care about. It doesn’t make it socially acceptable, but it’s the way he is. Unfortunately, I’ve grown rather attached to the complex enigma he is. Too attached.
By the time I finish getting ready and walk out, Jax Marshall—Kode’s friend and personal trainer—is here, and I’m getting a sexy show. The furniture has been pushed against the walls for their session, and mats have been laid down. Usually he goes to Jax’s studio for this, but since he’s trying to make me swoon, he has moved his workouts to the house.
Both men are shirtless and a sheen of sweat glistens on their sexy bodies. Kode is in the process of taking Jax down, scissoring him between his legs after leaping through the air.
Yeah… It’s definitely hot.
Jax struggles to get free, but finally manages, and then he pins Kode to the large black mat with a thud that has me wincing. But Kode doesn’t flinch before wrangling Jax back down, and pinning him.
He winks at me when he sees me drooling, so I decide to ice his triumph while leisurely strutting through the house, swinging my hips just enough to distract him and earn Jax an opening of escape.
“Great way to prove you’re not gay. Invite your sexy male trainer over to have private sessions together.”
Jax’s eyes grow wide in confusion, and Kode pins him again before shooting me a glare of warning. But of course that doesn’t stop me from continuing.
“By the time he leaves, his clothes are rumpled, his hair looks just-fucked, and there’s sweat all over his body. Just saying.”
Jax strangles on air, coughing out a laugh, and Kode stalks toward me a little too scarily. I stand my ground, trying not to look as intimidated as I feel right now. Probably just crossed a line.
“Keep talking, Tria, and I’ll add a public exhibition to my demands for winning the wager.”
My cheeks heat in surprise and embarrassment as Jax rises from the mat, his brows high as his eyes glisten with curious amusement. Kode’s gaze travels down to the respectable amount of cleavage my shirt is showing.