Kali
Momentarily pulled out of my extreme state of arousal, I stared up at him, slack-jawed. “What?” I asked stupidly.
Lightly, he skimmed his fingers across my abdomen, nearly lifting my body from the wall. “Did he ever make you wet, Kali? Did he shove his fingers inside you and rub that sweet little c**t of yours until you screamed his name?”
Shit. I nearly whimpered, but not at the thought of Forrest touching me—simply at the growl in Trick’s voice. Not once would I have considered him a jealous man, but his eyes were practically black as they bore into mine. Nervously, I swallowed hard. “No,” I said honestly.
“So the King doesn’t share? I suppose that means I won’t have to kill Forrest tomorrow for touching you.”
“Not him, either.”
Trick’s fingers stopped their light teasing and
