Page 181 of Entangled

We talked a few hours ago, and he insisted on me wearing the plug tonight. I know it’s going to be a distraction, but he swears it will help with my plan to talk with Lucky and Jayk. Worse, after we talked, he bent me over and wrotesomethingon my ass in black marker—then had the audacity to order me not to look or else I would be in “big trouble.”

I spent the whole time I was getting ready wondering what “big trouble” actually meant. Then telling myself I was a grown woman, and no man can really tell me not to look at my own body, and who is he to give me sexy threats anyway?

I didn’t look, though.

“I wasn’t writing to you, little notepad,” Beau tells me with an affectionate smile. His hands tighten over my soft dress, and I gasp lightly, grasping his biceps for support. “Now tell me—are youwearingit?”

I bite my lip as I shiver. “I’m wearing it.”

“Wearing what?” Dom asks behind me, and I jump, catching Beau’s wrist and awkwardly pushing his hand off my ass.

But that doesn’t go down well.

Beau yanks me against him with his free hand, then spanks my ass hard, twice. The thick plug, slick with lube, presses deep inside me as I clench, and the metal ball inside it jangles hard with the motion. It’s not like the first day I tried it. Now, the sensation is quick to rewrite to brutal pleasure, and the sharp sting of Beau’s palm licks into the throbbing ache of the plug.

Instantly wet, I press my head into Beau’s firm chest and whimper needily.

He tunnels his hand into my hair. “Good civilians let their protectors touch them however they want.”

I draw in a shaky breath and nod. This was one of many things we talked about—negotiated—over the last week. Putting it into practice is just a little... different.

“So you’ve discovered Beau’s love of roleplay.” Dom’s voice is dryly amused, and I twist to stare at him.

He’s leaning against one of the porch posts, lusciously imposing in his red Henley. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. There’s something wicked about the scarlet against his dark coloring, something vibrant and raw that demands attention. Admiration.

I haven’t quite found the courage to ask where Dom used to fit into Beau’s elaborate fantasies, though I’m desperately curious.

Mentioning Dom in front of Beau at the moment is the quickest way to end a conversation.

Dom’s eyes travel down my body. “As yourfriend, let me know if you want some tips.”

My cheeks flush.

The idea of him coaching me on how to please Beau has my body clenching helplessly again. The dual emptiness of my pussy and the obscene pressure in my ass is still confusing. What would it feel like to be filled everywhere?

I glance between Dom and Beau, one dark and dangerous, the other golden tanned and patient.

I’m busy picturing being impaled between them when Beau’s hand tightens on my ass. “She doesn’t need any tips. She’s not your friend. Eden doesn’t need you at all.”

The improper image bursts.

“Eden and I are BFFs now,” Dom deadpans, then his expression sours. “My last one bailed on me, so I had an opening.”

Beau’s muscles become rocky under my palm. “Seemed to me like you found a replacement for both of us with no trouble at all. Just how longwasit before you told Eden she didn’t measure up to your ex and dumped her on her ass?”

Dom’s brows drop like a heavy falling tree, and my heart aches for him.

I lift my chin. “Beau, enough. I told you that’s not what happened. Don’t use me as an excuse for your fight, because he and I are getting along just fine.”

Beau continues to glare at Dom as if I didn’t speak at all.

“Have either of you seen Lucky or Jayk?” I ask firmly before he can start in again.

Beau has been utterly unreasonable—he won’t hear that Dom didn’t “break up” with me. He won’t even hear that there was nothing to break up. It’s not like Dom and I ever really started in the first place.

As I look over the sea of women, desperate for a distraction, the music changes, slipping into something dark and vibrating with suspense. The easy energy of the crowd shifts, and people begin looking around.

Beau pauses his argument, looking over as the crowd behind the bonfire parts, then his muscles relax slightly.

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