Page 35 of Open Road (Tattooed Hearts Duet 3)

Slade whimpered, his cock jumping in my hand at the thought, but I needed him to say it. Not once since we’d been together as a group had he let me take him with an audience. For some reason, it was too vulnerable for him. I didn’t know if it was because of his brother or Lennox, but something always stopped him from crossing that line when it was all of us.

“Ro-om,” he panted, opening his eyes. Smiling at his bravery, I kissed him, pulling my hand out of his shorts.

“Good choice,” I said, praising him for being brave.

He quickly fixed his shorts and grabbed his shirt off the bench he’d placed it on. We both exited the room in a flash, and I could tell he was close to bursting; the complete submission was a high for him, and he was chasing it. Thankfully, the elevator arrived quickly, and I hit the button for our floor. I stood far away from him, too worried we wouldn’t make it to the room if our skin touched at all. We were live wires, waiting to explode on contact.

An eternity later, the door opened, and we bolted out, racing to our room. Laughing, I pulled out my key card, swiping it in the door. We tumbled in, and I regained control, pressing him against the wall. Slade went willingly, his hips rocking forward to meet mine. Taking his mouth, I delivered an aggressive kiss, our tongues waging a battle. Nipping his lip, I drew back, staring him in the eyes.

“Hands and knees on the bed. Go see if you can stir our other lover.”

Slade swallowed, and I grabbed him outside his shorts, squeezing. He groaned, his body trembling with need, and he nodded.

“Yes,” he rasped, licking his lips.

Slade kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks as he went, dropping his shirt and shorts before he turned the corner. His tattooed backside beckoned me, and I groaned, rubbing a hand down my face. Pulling my clothes off, I grabbed the bottle of lube and a plug from my suitcase.

When I made it to the bed, I found Slade’s beautiful ass perched high in the air as he kneeled on the bed. His hands roamed Lennox as he stirred her, and they began to kiss, lost in the moment. Rubbing my hands over his backside, I drizzled some lube on his hole, loving how it puckered at the sensation. Coating the plug in it, I slowly began to prep Slade.

Since I didn’t top him very often, I had to prepare him more, and I found the plug worked better to get him there. I was half tempted to make him wear it all day, but since we had things to do, I wouldn’t. But the thought crossed my mind, bringing a smirk to my face.

Focusing back on the job at hand, I squeezed some on my own cock, groaning at the contact. Leaning forward, my front met his back as I reached down and squeezed him. He moaned into his kiss, his hands working in Lennox’s pussy as she writhed on the bed. Thane had woken as well, his hand covering her breasts as he kissed and nipped at her neck.

Pulling back, I began to fuck Slade with the plug, his legs trembling from the sensation. When he felt ready, I pulled it out, watching as his hole stretched and quivered for me.

“Lennox, hands, and knees. Suck Slade while Thane fucks you from behind,” I ordered. The other two stopped what they were doing, eagerly obeying what I said, and got into position. Slade moaned when her lips wrapped around his cock, and I grabbed his neck, pulling his head to me.

“How does it feel to surrender, babe?” I whispered, edging my cock into him.

“So good,” he wheezed as I let go, spreading his cheeks so I could push the rest of the way in. Once I was fully seated, I gripped his hips, holding him. His body was trembling again, and I moved one of my hands back to his throat, taking control.

“You ready?” I asked, and he nodded, the only movement he could manage as I began to pull out and slam back into him. I watched his tattoos move, trying not to focus on how tight his backside was. When I felt him begin to tense up, I knew he was close to erupting. Letting go of his throat, I smoothed a hand down his spine before gripping his hip tight, hoping to leave little fingerprints to remind him he’d been owned by me.

With a breath, I slid in and out, grunting each time I bottomed out in him. When I hit his p-spot just right, he came with a roar, and I watched as Lennox swallowed him down. She licked her lips, letting him fall out once she had her fill, and Thane pulled her back, moving in and out of her quicker.

Pushing Slade down to the bed, I focused on my release, feeling it close. Throwing my head back, I thrust into Slade one more time, unable to hold it back. My balls drew up, and I shouted as I released everything into him.

“Shit,” he cursed, his legs quivering from the force. Once I was done, I slowly pulled out, walking to the bathroom to clean the plug and grab something for him. He lay panting on the bed, watching Lennox as she came apart around his twin.

Carefully, I wiped him down, giving him the care he always did for us. When I crawled back into bed a few minutes later, I pulled him into my arms, kissing his shoulder. He didn’t fight me being the bigger spoon, letting me stay top for a bit longer.

As Lennox and Thane settled down, he tilted his head back, looking me in the eyes. They were clearer now; his demons successfully chased for the moment. He kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you, Fish.”

I smoothed my hand over his cheek, kissing him back. “Always, babe.”

Glancing at the time, I saw we still had a few hours before we needed to be up, so I closed my eyes, snuggling back into bed, knowing there was nowhere else I ever wanted to be if these three people weren’t there.

ChapterSeventeen

LENNOX

We’d already been greetingand mingling with people for an hour, and we still had an hour to go before we selected our contestant. The Memphis crowd was a lot different than Branson. For one thing, the venue was bigger, meaning there was a larger crowd. There were more booths, too, meaning more competitors. I recognized some of the studios from the last one, but there were a lot of new ones making me a little uneasy.

“You’ll be fine,” Slade said, pulling me to sit on his lap. I went willingly, finding comfort in his arms.

“It’s just a lot more people.” I shrugged, watching onlookers walk by. Our tables hadn’t had as big of a crowd today, and I wondered if Inkjection had anything to do with it. They were two booths ahead of us and were standing out, catching people as they walked by, giving them temporary tattoos.

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