Maybe. I’d find a spot, though. The heart—pussy—wanted what she wanted.
Also—boyfriends?
“Paint us like one of your French girls,” Mateo said.
Oh god. I rolled my eyes, but led them down the hall to the door. I hesitated for a moment, feeling their presence looming behind me. It was hard to think with them so close.
“What’s wrong?” Levi asked.
“Nothing. I’ve just never let anyone else into this room. There’s a lot of . . .art. . .”
“Well, I for one am shocked that there’s art in an art studio,” Mateo said.
I stuck my tongue out at him. My keys jangled as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I flipped the switch and stepped to the side, allowing them to go in first. Levi sucked in a breath as he entered the room and Mateo planted his hands on his hips in awe.
Mateo let the bag drop to the floor. It made a heavy thud. “Goddamn, Avery,” he whispered. “You’ve been painting these the entire time?”
“Yes.”
I let the door shut behind us and hung my keys on a hook on the wall. I hugged myself as I walked to the center of thestudio, looking around and seeing my space through their eyes. Windows let in natural light during the day and I made damn sure they were the kind no one could see through from the outside. An ornamental rug spread over the wood floors, one of my favorite thrift finds I’d hauled all the way from Austin. A couple plants that were thriving, my ADHD stacks of random books and art supplies scattered around.
Then, there was the art. The erotic paintings combined with regular landscapes and a few experimental pieces too.
“These are so fucking hot,” Levi whispered, gravitating toward one in particular.
“Jesus. Is that a self portrait?” Mateo asked, following after Levi.
I blushed so hard I thought I was going to faint. Itwasa self portrait of me on my knees in front of a mirror. I’d tied myself up and was fingering myself, my head tossed back in ecstasy.
I forced a slightly panicked chuckle. “I don’t know what it says about me that I did a self portrait of me having an orgasm.”
“I want this,” Levi said.
“It’s not for sale,” I said.
“If he gets one, I also want one,” Mateo said. “I’ll hang it in my closet and look at it all the time.”
I laughed. “Nope. It’s all mine. For my eyes only. Well, and I guess yours now too.”
The two of them continued to walk around my studio as I approached my canvas. I stole nervous glances at them as they murmured to each other.
“Conspiring against me?” I asked.
Mateo turned slightly and I caught the outline of his erection in his pants. His heated gaze met mine and any coherent thoughts disappeared.
“What exactly do you want the two of us to do?” he asked.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. Was I really going to ask them for what I wanted?
Preemptively, I’d put a twin mattress on the floor right in front of my canvas. It had blankets and pillows and would be good for . . .posing.
Levi turned around and was just as hard as Mateo. His attention moved to the mattress, an eyebrow raising. “I think she wants us there. Naked.”
“Modeling, huh?”
“If you don’t mind,” I whispered.
The tension in the air was electric. My blood hummed with lust as I watched Mateo turn to Levi. He reached up, knotting his fingers in Levi’s hair, and led him straight to the mattress.
