Page 29 of Inked Beasts

LEXY

Gage hasn’t even come yet, and I need to do something about that, but part of me wants to run and hide. I want to crawl alone into some dark corner where I can soothe my heart, which feels like it’s just shed a hard outer shell, exposing something new, raw, and fragile.

It’s so intense with him. I knew it would be, and that’s why I tried to wait. I trust him completely, but I’ve also never felt so vulnerable.

When he was inside me, he wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me. There’s no other way to describe it.

It was so different from my first time with Kai, so slow and sensual. But more than that, it was tender. That’s what gets me, the tenderness.

It’s far too much to process, and I don’t want to think; I just want to feel.

When I trace over one of the tattoos on his arm, he pulls me closer, but I don’t want to cuddle right now. I slide my leg over his thigh and use the momentum to shift positions, bringing my hips over his, straddling him as I push him onto his back.

God, this man is gorgeous, and I need him to smile, not keep looking at me like he’s afraid I’ll cry again.

A large percentage of the skin on his torso is covered with ink, but I take inspiration from a bit that’s not. Before I can overthink it, my fingers reach for one of his nipples and give it a light pinch.

His mouth drops open in response to the surprise move, and his eyes go wide before they crinkle at the corners. Retaliation comes swiftly.

Before I know what’s happening, he has me on my back, and now he’s propped over me, his eyes dancing with mischief. He has one of my hands trapped in his, but before he can restrain the other, I aim to give him another pinch, laughter bursting out of me when I’m successful.

“You’re being a bad girl, Lexy.” He’s on the verge of laughing, too, but there’s a deeper edge to his tone that sends more heat straight to my core.

“Iambeing bad,” I agree, as he cages both of my wrists above my head in one of his big hands. “What are you going to do about it?”

His eyes search my face, and I’m fairly certain that this isn’t how he intended the night to go, but to my relief, he plays along.

Glancing around the room, his gaze settles on a nearby chair. “Bad girls lose privileges,” Gage says. Releasing me for only a second to leave the bed, he returns with my scarf and uses it to secure my wrists to the headboard.

My mind flashes back to my night here with Kai, when he acted as thoughhewas tied up, but I hastily push those thoughts from my head. It’s too confusing for me to think about both men, and what it means that I’m having sex with each of them.

I spent years crafting a well-ordered life for myself back in Atlanta—a couple of nights back in Vegas, and it’s suddenly all kinds of complicated.

“What else happens to bad girls?”

He’s on his knees next to me, his long, thick cock dangling between his muscular thighs, and though I’m excited to be tied up, I’m already frustrated that I can’t reach out and touch him. I think I spot the beast tattoo he told me about earlier, the one he got when they opened their shop, but I’m helpless to explore it.

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he scans my naked body. “Bad girls need to be taught a lesson.”

Every inch of my skin heats under his appraisal, and fresh arousal drips between my thighs as I watch him watching me.

As punishment, he leaves me lying there far too long—long enough that I’m squirming restlessly and twisting to attempt to wrap my legs around him. It’s not until I say his name, my voice full of need, that he finally touches me.

I thought his hands would offer relief, but they only bring more delicious torture. He strokes every part of me, slowly and thoroughly, from my feet, up to my hips, over every curve, my face, my arms, and even my hands in their binds.

He finds a few spots I never knew were ticklish, and many more that build my desire until I’m a whimpering, begging mess. “Gage, please.”

My old friend’s stubborn side has come out to play.

He brushes his lips over mine, allowing his hard chest to graze my rock solid nipples before he pulls back. “Gaaaaage.” His name stretches out on a pleading moan.

His cock, which is now hard and appears to be as achingly ready to fuck as I am, nudges my hip, and I bite my lip, thrashing my head side to side, not sure how much more I can handle. My pussy throbs for him.

His fingers tease my inner thighs, which are already spread so wide for him, and I scream his name, hoping like hell that the walls are soundproof. If I’m kicked out of this hotel for causing a disturbance, it will one hundred percent be his fault.

“Gage!”

He kneels there, looking down at me as he strokes his cock.

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