“Workin’.”

He clucked his tongue. “Kylo, I know you’re not.” His hands linked behind his head as he stretched. His tee and vest rode up, and my eyes clung to his abs and the fucking V that dipped into his black jeans. Saint cleared his throat. I quickly flicked my gaze up to see the satisfied smirk on his mouth.

Motherfucker.

Though it didn’t matter that I was attracted to him. I knew not to get involved with a guy who was just testing the bisexual waters.

“Come to my place tonight,” he said.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Why?”

“Like I said I’m—”

“If you say busy, I’m gonna get pissed. I know you’re not. I’ll pick you up at seven,” he stated and then walked by me.

“Saint—”

“Seven,” he ordered.

“Saint—”

He spun back and snapped, “It’s Zion, and I swear to fuckin’ Christ, if you’re not at your place at seven, I’ll hunt you down, and it won’t be pretty.”

I shut my mouth. He eyed me for a beat longer, probably waiting for me to say something, but I was blank. Utterly blank. He then nodded, turned, and stalked off.

What the fuck just happened?

I wasn’t going to be home when he arrived. I wasn’t. It was fucking foolish to be home waiting to be picked up for God knows what. Admittedly, I kinda did know. He wanted another blow job, but I wouldn’t give one. He wasn’t getting anything from me. I glanced down at my watch. I had half an hour to get out of there. I would leave… I would.

Yet, there I stood in my room, not moving, when a knock came to the door. My heart pounded as if it wanted to race to the door to answer it.

“Kid,” Boom yelled.

It was only Boom…. Fuck, it was Boom. What were they doing home, and how did they get home without my hearing them? “Come in,” I called.

He opened the door and stepped in. “Hey.”

“Hi,” I said a little too high. “I thought you two were headin’ to the compound?”

“Had to drop back ’cause Wendy forgot her purse. She’s out in the car waitin’.” His head tilted as he stared at me. “You all right? I didn’t catch you jerkin’ off, did I? You’re a little panicky and sweaty.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Boom. No, I wasn’t wackin’, and please, for the love of our rides, never ask me that again.”

He chuckled. “Sure, but so you know there ain’t anythin’ wrong with—”

“Boom. Stop.” I shook my head. “What did you need anyway?”

“Just wanted to double-check you still wanted to stay in and not come.”

“Yeah… actually, I might come. I’ll just grab my wallet. Meet you out front.”

“Got it.”

At least then, I could tell Saint that Boom needed me at the compound for some lame reason. Then I wasn’t exactly lying. Why was I even thinking of something to tell him? I wasn’t supposed to care.