“I could live inside of her forever,” Vex comments.
He and Skipper are already working on their second climax of the night. I wink open an eye and see them massaging their erect dicks in the shadows of the room. My vision is impaired from the desire that’s threatening to knock me unconscious again, but seeing the hazy network of veins straining through their cocks is enough for me to shut my eyes and yield.
Carter swings my body around to the side of the table and lifts one of my legs. He places it over his shoulder and fucks me deep. The man is a fucking Greek God. I stare up at him as best I can. He’s vertical over me, staring down from his impressive height with eyes dark enough to eclipse the whole world.
We make eye contact, and I suddenly feel him everywhere. My stomach flips with an emotion I haven’t felt before. My chest contacts, not with sadness, but with a type of complicated that feels good. One I don’t feel like running away from anymore.
I glimpse his bandaged leg, but he pinches my chin and steers my face back up to his.
Don’t look at that,I feel him telling me.
He grabs my hand and places it above my head, lowering to capture me in a kiss.
I don’t know why he feels the need to lock me in place as he kisses me—I couldn’t run away in this state even if I tried. But I welcome the masculine gesture.
“God, I fucking love you,” he mumbles in that perfect sandpaper voice.
The biological father of my child, I tell myself as we kiss.
His hands interlock with mine as we fuck and kiss. And climax. He finishes inside and withdraws, struggling to catch his breath.
I collapse back onto the metal table, defeated in the best way possible.
“We better get started on the tattoo before nature calls again,” Vex says, rolling my body over.
I’m back where I started—on my front pressing my squished cheek into the table to watch them move behind me. Zip flaps go back up, belts clink.
The sweat starts to dry on my back but I feel far from cold. How could I be when I’m alone in a tattoo parlor, about to receive the next best thing after an engagement ring?
Hopefully that will come later.
Skipper wipes excess sweat off my ass cheek, and Vex goes in with the needle. The fizzling vibrations zap through my veins, doing something magical to me that is starting to make me crave a second round of fun. Already.
Will I ever get my fill with these men? Time will tell.
I relax on the table and allow the needle to penetrate my skin. I hiss when it first dips beneath the surface, and use the edge of the table to anchor myself before Carter notices and offers me his hand.
“Keep still,” orders Vex, passing the needle over to him.
Had this happened the night I first came back to theirs after the auction, I probably would’ve run for the hills after the fun ended, and questioned why I let them do such a thing…
Looking back, moving to New York would’ve been a terrible disaster. I was doing it for Otis, but I probably would’ve dragged the poor boy back and forth across the country and found a way to be selfish all the way from the East Coast.
But I realize now that this isn’t selfish.
Selfish was keeping Otis away from his father, just to avoid the heavy feeling that came with me introducing the man into his life.
Carter releases my hand and is the last to write his name on my ass cheek.
Once done, they cover the area in plastic wrap and pick up my clothes.
I feel pathetic wincing in pain as I sit up and accidently catch the tattoo. Carter is directly opposite me with a bandaged leg and a whole lot of pills to pop tonight in order to ease the pain.
“It hurts. You can be in pain. I’ll give you permission,” he snorts. “Just this once.”
I throw my clothes on in a hurry and head to the exit. I can’t be here all day. Sadie needs me in preparation for her date.
“What’s the rush?” Skipper asks, following me out into the evening. “Don’t think you can get away from us that easily.”
