Page 71 of Wristlocked
I risk a glance at Gia, and in the fearless ocean of her eyes, I see it all: Her monster and his demons, and the unshackled inferno between them. I can feel the edges of it licking over my skin.Hurt and guilt and anger, wrapped up into something exquisite.And Gale, low against my skin—let me in.
Let me in.
“Hurtme.” The words fall out of my mouth. His eyes snap to mine.
“I don’t want to fight, pretty boy. I want to fuck and make itbleed.”
“I know.”
His eyes narrow. Gia wraps her arms around me from behind and presses her forehead between my shoulder blades.
“You’re not gonna like it.” He steps closer. His voice is a savage promise, his eyes are lethal, and the heat of his body is a forge. I think about safewords and rage and belonging, and I don’t look away.
“Try me.”
I think he’s going to lunge at me, and I brace myself for the onslaught of his hands, his mouth, something. Instead, he does the last thing I expect.
“Smalls.” It’s a command and a hint of a question, and at the nickname, some of the tension leaves my body. It’s Gale underneath the violence, coming back to us the only way he knows how.
Gia moves out from behind me, trailing her fingers along the small of my back. She reaches out and hooks her other hand inthe waistband of his jeans, dragging him the last few inches until she’s trapped between us and tilting her face to his.
“If you get to have him,” she says, low and smoky, “then he gets to have me.”
My dick comes fully awake now, chasing away the last remnants of fear.
“Is that what you want, pretty boy?” Gale asks. “You want to finally fuck that tight little ass of hers while I’m balls deep in yours?” The words are filthy, but his tone is pure silk, and a small sound escapes me as I rock my pelvis into Gia’s hip and bury my face in her hair. “Was that a yes?”
“Yes.” I drag my eyes to his and show him my desire. He takes it and turns it into a kiss, first dropping his mouth to Gia’s and then, when it reaches the edge of pain to watch, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in to join them.
It’s something new, this three-way tangle of tongues, messy and luxurious and intimate. I snake an arm around Gia’s waist, pulling her even closer, and hook two fingers in the belt loop at Gale’s hip, tugging gently. I take a step backward toward the bed, forgetting that it’s currently covered in the debris of Gale’s destruction. He pulls back, breaking the kiss.
“Fuck that,” he growls. “Up against the wall.”
Gia doesn’t hesitate, shedding her sleep shorts and tank top and pressing the lush line of her body against the wall. She stretches her arms up over her head and turns to look at us over her shoulder, a slow smile spreading across her lips as she drinks in our expressions.
“Fuck, Shadow,” I breathe. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“That’s my job,” Gale says, and I tear my eyes away from the pale slope of Gia’s back and her dimpled ass to find him watchingmenow, his jeans unbuttoned and one hand stroking his thick shaft. “Take your clothes off, pretty boy.”
Oh fuck.
I strip my shirt off over my head but pause with my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats.
“Lube,” I manage to choke out. Gale raises his eyebrows.
“I thought you were ready to play with the monsters,” he taunts, stepping up and palming my dick through the cotton. His dangerous fingers curl around my balls. Gia whimpers, pressing her hips into the wall at the corner of my vision, but before I can get distracted, Gale grips my jaw and tugs my face to his. “We do it raw.” Then he sinks his teeth into my lower lip until I taste blood. Even as my vision darkens, I can’t help thrusting into his hand, his dark chuckle sending a ripple of gooseflesh down my spine.
“Besides,” he continues, backing me up toward Gia’s waiting body. “I’ll bet Smalls here has already made plenty of lube to go around. Haven’t you, sweetheart?” He slides a hand between her legs, eliciting another whimper as she presses greedily into his touch. Smacking her squirming ass, he withdraws his hand, showing me the wet shine on his fingers before using it to coat his cock. “Now lose the fucking pants.”
I do as I’m told. My hands tremble as I slide the elastic down my hips, fear and lust beating inside me to the throb of my cut lip. I keep my eyes locked on Gia’s, clinging to the love and excitement there. The hunger pulsing from her skin mirrors mine, and I fall against her lavish body with a groan. Sliding my hands up the sides of her arms, I lace my fingers into hers and breathe in the spicy scent of her arousal.
Gale’s grip in my hair yanks my head back as he moves in behind me.
“I go first, pretty boy,” he says into my ear. “I don’t want you to feel anything but me when I fill you up. No safety net, and no fucking safeword.”
Everything short-circuits, my body blinking between alarm and arousal faster than my brain can keep up. My skin aches and prickles andwants. Gia holds herself still against me, only her frantic breathing and the barest tremble along her skin betraying her own eagerness.
Gale is a vicious angel at my back, sucking on two long fingers without letting up on my hair. I watch with desperate fascination as he slowly pulls them from his full lips, and shudder as he trails the wet tips down my spine and into the crack of my ass.
