Page 92 of Ensnared

Right.

God,Ineed a distraction.Isn’tit enough to have my past, my wants, and my soul flayed open, examined, and discarded?Ihave to rot away in front of everyone else too?

“I’mhappy to see the two of you,”Isay rather than lying outright.

IdrawBeau’sarms around me more firmly, sure—fairly sure—thatBeau, at least, has no interest in rejecting me.Myhips nestle into his stirring interest, andBeaulaughs low in my ear.Thesound sluices over my stinging insides, drawing out the hurt like his very presence is enough to heal.Ishiver as his hot breath tickles the sensitive skin below my ear.

“Youhave no idea how happyIam to see you,”Beaupurrs, then he snags my earlobe in his teeth and a furious roll of pleasure tumbles through me.

Isquirm against him, and my gaze tangles withLucky’s.Thefrosty disbelief lingers, but curious heat begins to melt it.Hissky-blue eyes flick to the man behind me, a questioning light to them.Beau’snod has his stubble catching the strands of my hair, sending quivers down my spine, andLuckyedges round the table.TakingBeau’slead, he takes my chin and tilts it up farther, helping his friend get better access.

Beaureleases my ear, and his lips move to my neck, like a whisper over my skin, and my eyelids droop.It’sokay, isn’t it?Tobury my pain in someone else?It’sokay ifIwant to use them as a cure for my loneliness and hurt pride?Afterall, they’re using me too, right?

Wouldthey want me without this deal?Ifthey had to answer all the questions they want to hide?Ifthey had to reveal themselves as nakedly asJasperjust did?

“I’msorry if he hurt you,”Luckywhispers to me. “Iknow how he can be.”

There’ssomething in that.Somethingthat niggles at me, but my thoughts are starting to slip away under their hands.Theirlips.

Lucky’sthumb rubs across my mouth.Bothof them move slowly, leisurely, not like they’re trying to stir me up, but more like they’re exploring, worshiping me with their hands and mouths.

Ithurts.

Ithelps.

IkissLucky’sthumb.

“You’reso pretty like this,”Luckytells me on a sigh, resting his forehead against mine.

Everythingin me grows soft and warm.Inthe next instant,Beau’stongue slides, slow and silken, over my sensitive flesh.Igasp, knees weakening, andLuckyducks his head to brush my mouth with his, kissing the sound, rubbing his lips against mine.Thecompeting sensations are too much—the wet heat against my neck and mouth, their bodies all over me.Iremember the way they pinned me, sweaty and shirtless in the sitting room.

Iwhimper in pleasure.

Dom’sclipped voice cuts through the snuggly, slick fog. “Isdinner ready?”

No.Idon’t want dinner.

Iwant kisses for dinner.

Luckypresses one more brief peck to my lips, then pulls back.Iattempt to frown at him, but he just winks, twinkly eyed and flushed, and leaves for the kitchen.

Beaumakes a frustrated sound against my neck—andIswear he mutters, “Likeclockwork.”

Whateverthat means.

Henips me lightly before straightening, though his arms stay wrapped around me.

Iclear my throat. “Yes, sir.Lucky’sjust finishing with the potatoes.”

Mypulse quickens at the electric flash inDom’seyes.Oh.Icalled him “sir” again.It’sslipping out as naturally as breathing now.

Andhelikesit.

The, ah, pressure in his jeans tells me so.NotthatI’mlooking.Itisn’t my fault it’s just... there.Demandingattention.

Prettydamn worthy of it too.

Realizingmy attention has drifted—and not at all subtly—Isnap my eyes back to his face.He’sstudying me in that intent way of his.

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