Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) by Ella Fox

he’s built an island there.
    “We’ll see,” I assure him. “And I’m betting it will come to a head sooner rather than later.”
    “Just because you want something, doesn’t mean you can have it,” he snaps.
    It’s all posturing. His mouth says one thing, but I’ve spent a lifetime playing this game. Glancing down, I smirk as I spy his obvious erection.
    “You were saying something about not wanting me?”
    “I’m not fucking gay,” he hisses.
    Raising an eyebrow, I shake my head. “Never said you were. I’m not gay, either.”
    “Looks that way to me,” he argues.
    “So eager to label,” I chastise. “I see you need it spelled out. I’m not gay, Ian. I’m bisexual.”
    “What the fuck,” he croaks. “You’re too fucking much. I don’t want to do this right now!”
    Taking another step back, I smile. “But you do want to do this,” I say triumphantly.
    He takes a harsh breath and looks away. “Please,” he says imploringly. “Not now.”
    I take a few steps back and nod. “We’re going to have to talk about it at some point, Ian. You can only avoid it for so long.”
    “We’ll see about that,” he responds.
    The sound of Devon’s heels on the tile put an end to any response I might have made. I know she notices the tension between Ian and I, but she doesn’t comment on it.
    Ian remains mostly silent on the drive to his house. I’d say it sucks, but I’d be lying since it means Devon and I got to talk about something we both love—the Howard Stern Show . Her sense of humor makes her hotter, in my opinion. A girl who loves the Stern show, likes to eat real food and has a slamming body? She’s almost too good to be true. But she isn’t—she’s fucking real.
    On the drive back to Ian’s, Devon peppers him with questions about his USA Today interview. He’s much more at ease with her than he is with me, which makes sense considering how hard he’s trying to keep his attraction to me from boiling to the surface. He’d probably fuck her in a nanosecond. The very thought has my hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel.
    Listening to them talk, I experience a pang of jealousy. I like when she and I are alone together, far more than I should. Turning down Ian’s street, I breathe a sigh of relief. Bringing the car to a stop in front of Ian’s, I turn and look at him over my shoulder.
    “Incubus was great,” he says. “Thanks for the invite. I had fun.”
    He’s stretching the truth, but I appreciate his effort at polite conversation. Drawing attention to whatever his deal is would make Devon uncomfortable and I want no part of that.
    “Just think,” Devon chimes in happily, “the next time we’re at a concert together, it’ll be opening night of the tour.”
    Her words get a real smile out of Ian. “I’m crazy excited about the tour,” he answers. “We’re going to see so many new places. I’ve only been to a handful of states, and I’ve never left the country.”
    “It’s going to be life-changing,” Devon responds.
    I went into this tour knowing life would change—but now I’m getting the feeling the change I was expecting isn’t the only one coming my way.
    The drive to her apartment from Ian’s house is over far too quickly for my liking. I like being around Devon. When we get to the elevator, I take a tentative sniff. Relieved to find it smells fresh, as opposed to foul as it did earlier, I walk in. The doors shut behind us leaving Devon and I alone in a small space. Turning her way, I hold back a groan when I find her looking up at me.
    The sexual tension between us right now could be cut with a knife. I want to kiss her, badly. The flush of color on her cheeks and the look in her eyes is a pretty good indicator she wants me to do just that. If I were a different guy, I’d be all over it right now. But there’s no way I can start something with her alone.
    The lavender and vanilla scent of her tickles my nose as I take a step toward her,