Page 66 of Phantom Faceoff
A lump forms in my throat, chest tightening like someone has physically wrapped their hand around my heart and started squeezing.
When Zander looks at me, I can see the honesty on his face, but he’s quick to cover it with a teasing smile. “You’re kinkier than I thought,Daddy.”
He’s half bent over my lap already, so it’s easy for me to smack a palm on his bare ass hanging out of the towel.
“Shit!” He curses, jumps back, face contorting in discomfort.
“And Zander calls me Daddy because he wants to be punished.”
Zander glares, but the blush on his cheeks and the chub tenting his towel betrays him.
It strange; no part of mewantsto hurt him. I don’t even find spanking him like I just did particularly thrilling.
It’s his reactions that spur me on, that have me trying out things I was convinced I had no interest in.
“Jules, baby, your turn to shower.”
I ruffle his hair and usher him to the bathroom, smiling as he pecks Zander on the cheek before disappearing.
Now that it’s just the two of us, I find myself eyeing Zander with much more appreciation than I’d allowed myself previously.
He’s got tight, toned muscles with a soft center. His dirty blond hair is short but just long enough to fall into his face. The way he watches me watch him—the grin that unfolds—I almost want to say to hell with tonight’s plan.
Pin him to the bed and make him beg for release.
I love the way his voice breaks when he says,“Please, Daddy.”
Zander leans back on the bed, body on display like something out of a magazine.
“I have a request,” he says, voice low and a little breathless.
“What’s that?”
He licks his lips, eyes darting up and down my body before returning to mine. “If Julian and I are going to cuck you, I want to tie you up.”
We didn’t come prepared for bondage, so we have to make do.
Zander pulls the laces out of one of his shoes and makes a loose knot around my wrists. They’re tied behind my back, my clothes lost to a pile on the floor except for my underwear.
Zander’s breath fans across my shoulder as he finishes his knot, pulling back to let his amber eyes drink in the sight of me. He eyes the tattoos and grabs hold of his cock through the towel; I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped it yet.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he says huskily, and the blood that rushes to my face makes my entire chest feel warm.
“Ooh, has Daddy been naughty?” Julian comes practically skipping out of the shower, copper curls thoroughly dried and pulled back into an elastic, and donning a pair of tight red briefs.
The shoe laces aren’t tight enough that I couldn’t get myself out if I wanted, but I tug on them just to be safe. They give slightly, and I do my best to relax.
“Are we ready now?” Julian whines slightly. “I may have spent the last ten minutes opening myself up, and I amhorny.”
I chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Ready, Wildfire?”
The heat in Zander’s eyes rivals the nickname, and without a word—standing in the space between the two beds—he yanks Julian to him and slots their mouths together.
Immediately, my heart starts skipping like a scratched up CD—not out of jealousy but white, hot arousal.
Zander is passionate, malleable when we kiss. He’s claws and teeth and tongue, but ultimately he gives in to however I guide him.
With Julian, he’s in control. Hands sliding down his neck and shoulders as he makes a wreck of Jules’ mouth. Their lips are spit-soaked as Julian’s hands glide down Zander’s abdomen to the godforsaken towel.
