Aiden groans and flops back against the couch. His voice takes on a dreamy quality, “She was so fucking tight. I could feel just how much she was enjoying everything that happened to her today.” He absently rubs the bulge in his jeans. “I’m half tempted to go and hunt her ass down right now just to get a little relief. It’s been so damn long,” he groans.
He’s not fucking wrong. Before today none of us had it in us to have some meaningless hookups. Not after meeting Jessa. She never talked about having a man in her life. Even if she did, that doesn’t mean we would have gone out and gotten some random pussy.
We might be slightly unhinged. We might want to see our woman writhing in pain. We might not be willing to listen to what she wants when it comes to what happens in the bedroom, because we know better. That doesn’t mean we’re not loyal as fuck.
Cameron especially. There were times when he was tattooing a beautiful woman and he would cringe. He hated even touching someone who wasn’t Jessa and having gloves on wasn’t enough for him. Every day he came home from work and scrubbed himself clean, as if it would rid him of coming in contact with any woman who wasn’t Jessa.
It’s one of the reasons I was so fucking thrilled when Jessa approached him to get a tattoo. It looked so damn good on her skin too. I can’t wait for it to heal so we can spray it with our cum. The thought of our seed dripping from her the same way the gems are hanging on her piece almost has me jumping up and getting in the car to go get her.
“We’ll have her again,” I reassure Aiden.
Cameron’s voice is gruff, probably having a similar mental image as I am, “We just bring her home and that’s it? You think she’ll just fall in line? Just that simple?”
I shrug one shoulder. “I think she will fall in the end, but I don’t think there’s anything simple about it. We need to get past her defenses and then we have a chance.”
“More than a chance,” Aiden quips.
I roll my eyes and flip him off. “I think she might be a little ashamed of what she likes.”
Aiden scoffs and Cam scowls at me. I’m not going to sugar coat things for them. They know it too which is why, moments later, Aiden and Cameron are relaxing back against the couch.
“We need to help her get over it,” Cameron’s voice is fierce. “We’ll chase away any shame she might have.”
“We will,” I promise.
Aiden claps loudly, “I say we just bring her here, whether she likes it or not, and make sure she understands she’s not going anywhere. Then we can prove to her that we’re not going anywhere either.”
I stare at the man like he has a second head, but, at the same time, it’s not the worst idea. We’ve already warned her, in a way, that we’d be coming for her. Hard. Would she expect us to chase her? Does she want us to?
The thought of her struggling today on the tattoo chair almost has me coming in my fucking pants. That would be embarrassing as hell. But she looked so damn delicious as she tried to thrash out of Aiden’s hold.
“She’s a feisty one,” Aiden points out with a diabolical grin on his face, more than likely thinking the same thing I am.
I arch an eyebrow at him, noticing the wicked gleam in his eyes as he thinks about her. I’m suspicious as hell, “What are you planning?”
Aiden muses, “Is it a kidnapping if the person is willing, whether they want to admit it to themselves or not?”
Cam snorts quietly. Which is about as close to a laugh as we’re going to get from him, I’m pretty sure. He was much freer today with Jessa around us. She’s the key to everything and she has no idea.
“We can’t bring her here,” Cam’s voice is strained, as if he hates being the one to say it.
Aiden’s head snaps over to look at our friend and his eyes narrow. There’s a lethality in his voice that has me wishing Jessa were here, “What do you mean?”
Cam lets out a long-suffering sigh, “We need to take her someplace where we can, safely, push her boundaries and show her everything we need to show her. We need it to be neutral ground. Then, once she knows everything,” he arches an eyebrow in challenge, as if we should already know this, and he’s not wrong, “we can bring her home.”
Aiden whines, “I want to bring her home right now. My dick is so fucking hard,” he huffs out the last part and I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re not the only one,” Cameron grumbles.
“So where do we take her?” I can’t let these guys get too off track, which would be a disaster. “We need a solid plan and then we need to put it into motion because I’m telling you right now that she’s going to try and push us away.”
Aiden flops backwards dramatically and covers his face with his hands. Cameron shoots me a devilish grin. Uh-oh.
“Club Sin,” Cameron hums the words as if they’re obvious.
Aiden shoots up, his spine straight and his mouth falling open as he looks at Cam. His voice is suspicious, “How do you know about Club Sin?”
Cam rolls his eyes. “I’m someone who likes inflicting pain and doesn’t have a full-on playroom because I didn’t have a regular plaything. Of course I know about Club Sin.”