Page 39 of Inked Beasts

Thorn wraps his arms around me, delivering a big, warm hug before shifting me into position and feeding his cock into my pussy, filling me from behind, slowly and thoroughly.

“Mmmm. This is exactly what I had a taste for,” I tell him, and there’s a chuckle rumbling in his throat as he starts to fuck me.

“You can order this anytime. I also offer twenty-four-hour room service.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” I say, and then I can’t say anything more because he starts to pound the breath out of me.

It’s so good. So, so good. And when he reaches around to rub his thumb on my clit, I come apart.

But I’m not alone. Incredibly, Thorn joins me again, a desperate-sounding “oh fuck” falling from his lips as his cock stiffens and swells deep inside me before filling me so full that his cum runs down my leg.

* * *

I stay the night, not that there’s much left of it. In the morning, we shower together, because I regretted passing up that experience with Gage, and also because time is tight and I really need to wash up.

We do, of course, make time for shower sex, my back pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around Thorn’s middle as he rocks into me, slow and steady, the perfect pace for a morning fuck.

Maybe it’s because we’re both tired from lack of sleep, but the vibe is entirely different from the night before. There’s no teasing or playfulness, and it’s somehow much more intimate, the water running down our bodies, the steam building up around us.

His expression is tender but serious as he looks into my eyes, and it leaves me feeling vulnerable, though I try not to show it.

While I get dressed, Thorn whips up a quick breakfast that is nothing short of amazing. It seems simple, just thick-cut bacon on toast, but each ingredient is high quality and perfectly made, and there’s a creamy, buttery spread that makes me want three more of his breakfast sandwiches.

“What’s on here?” I ask, licking my lips. “It’s so good.”

His teasing tone returns when he says, “Come back when you can stay longer, and I’ll show you.”

He takes me back to the resort in a dark blue sports car that hugs the ground, its engine a low rumble as he zips around traffic in the already-crowded streets of the city.

There’s a reserved parking spot waiting for him in the Belle Epoque garage, and before I can get out of the car, Thorn is there, opening my door for me. His arm is around me as we amble along the walkway that leads from the parking area to the hotel, and just as we’re about to go in the door, Kai comes out.

My body instantly stiffens. We’re not doing anything wrong, and Kai has actually talked to me about this very thing, me being with his brotherandwith Gage. He’s the one who originally brought it up, but I still somehow feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t.

“Morning, brother,” Kai says, staring straight at Thorn, and I’m listening hard for his tone, trying to find out if there’s resentment there.

I brace myself for some kind of confrontation, until I notice one corner of Kai’s lips turn up, ever so slightly. His focus turns to me then, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me like it’s the two of us who just spent the night together.

I don’t get a sense of competitiveness, though, or feel like he’s trying to claim me. He’s just giving me a warm—very warm—greeting, and when he’s done, he releases me and steps back, leaving me next to Thorn.

“Have a good night?” Kai asks us both.

“Yes,” I say.

“Good. Got any plans for tonight?”

I feel awkward again. Is he actually asking me out right in front of his brother? Something inside me curls up, but when I become aware of my automatic reaction, I stop and try to shift my mindset.

I have nothing to apologize for. This is my fantasy come to life, and the men all know they’re sharing time with me. Since they all seem to be okay with it, I’m going to keep enjoying this alternate reality for as long as it lasts.

“No, I don’t have any plans.”

He nods, his dark eyes flashing. “Then I’ll see you later.”

LEXY

Three weeks later

I look out the window of my room at Belle Epoque at a sheet of gray. Las Vegas has decided that its one day of rain this month is going to be today, on Thanksgiving. At least it’s supposed to let up by this afternoon, when the Sanchezes are hosting all of us—including my mom, who’s flown out for the holiday.

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