Page 91 of Wristlocked
“I can’t go back.” I sigh. “Not right now.”
“Fuck that.” Lyot sits in Gia’s vacated spot on the bed. “Celeste won’t make a peep. Gia handled that shit.” He smiles at her and tells me how our woman shut Celeste’s sorry ass down when they went to her house looking for me.
“Fuck, I wish I could’ve seen that.” I kiss her again, quick and fierce. “But that’s not the only reason.” And then I tell them about Jamie and what the lawyer is trying to do, and how I promised to be there for his court date. Gia hugs me through the whole story, her head resting on my chest.
“When is it?” Lyot asks.
“Next Monday. I need to get a hold of Zara and get what’s left of my money from her. With that, I should be able to make it through with enough left for a bus ticket back to Vegas after.”
“Fine,” Gia says. “But I’m getting us a better hotel room if we’re gonna be here a whole week.”
“You want to stay?” My heart lurches in my chest. “What about classes?”
“Seriously?” She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at Lyot. “You think we’re letting you out of our sight again any time soon?”
“And you don’t need to go through this alone,” Lyot adds.
“Then you’ll stay and lick my wounds?”
“Always,” he growls. “No more disappearing.”
“Still want to inflict a few?” I tease, my pulse accelerating. Gia smiles against my skin and turns her head to bite my nipple through my shirt. Lyot leans back, resting on his palms.
“I could be persuaded.”
“Something about not being able to feel my legs?”
“I remember.” He spreads his thighs, smirking when my eyes immediately drop to the bulge in his gray sweats. Not to be outdone, I roll my lip ring between my teeth the way I know drives him crazy.
“Right now?”
“Soon.” He reaches up and tugs Gia down on his lap, facing me. “First, you have some more groveling to do.”
44
Gale
Gia gives him a heated smile over her shoulder, then shimmies out of her shorts and underwear, wriggling on his lap. Lyot strips her of her tank top as I drop to my knees.
“Spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” I say.
“No.” Lyot shakes his head. “You don’t get to give orders today. You get to beg.”
I rock back on my heels, studying them. Gia’s eyes are bright with challenge, and Lyot’s flicker with lingering storm. His fingers drift down her hair, brushing her freckled shoulder, and she gives me a wickedly sweet smile, pressing her knees together like butter wouldn’t melt in her slutty little mouth. My heart trips painfully over itself, and I realize I’d crawl at their feet forever if it meant I could deserve them.
I wrap my hands around Gia’s ankles, squeezing lightly, and trail my fingers up the backs of her calves. When I dip into the sultry crease behind her knees, she lets out a sigh but doesn’t relent. I slide my palms up to her hips, placing a soft kiss on each knee.
Then I rake my nails sharply down her thighs.
She gasps, her legs parting as her head falls back on Lyot’s shoulder. I smirk at his scowl and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Blood beads to the surface of her pale skin, slippery as silk, and I smear it over her hips and down into her exposed slit. She’s slippery there, too, and her clit swells as I circle it.
“Gale,” she says, and her hand flutters to my head. She trails her nails through my soft stubble and widens her thighs. Holding her hot gaze, I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. She rumbles with pleasure, and Lyot shifts under her, looking away, as I chuckle darkly.
Is this making you uncomfortable, pretty boy? Or is it making you hard?
I kneel up, ignoring him for the moment, and offer my mouth to Gia. She kisses me with intoxicating urgency, sucking her blood from my tongue like the greedy little monster she is. When I pull away, Lyot’s watching again.
Thisis how I worship her. Don’t forget who we are.
