A glorious, blue-eyed, heavily tattooed man looking like he strode straight off the cover of a naughty romance novel steps out from behind Jett, and Mickie trips over a strappy something that has fallen from the big bag. She bumps into me to stop her fall, but after how many drinks I’ve had, I’m not prepared to keep her upright, and we both topple onto the couch, giggling, surrounded by sex accessories.
“And Ithought the party intherewas good,” the man says. He’s easily four inches taller than Jett, with carved muscles, a bit more mass, and wavy brown hair that falls halfway down his neck. His tattoos are loud and colorful, the complete opposite of Jett’s. Then he laughs, grinning like he’s hit the jackpot.Holy, holy shit! He’s Australian.“Sorry, ladies, Ijust met James Hetfield and Max Morningstar. I’m a little starstruck, and now I’m struck again.”
“Silas, this is Mikayla and Matilda,” Jett says in a ludicrously formal way.
“Mickie and Maddy!” Isnort. “Oh! Silas? Your tattoo artist?”
“Mickie and Maddy, meet Silas, yeah, he’s my tattoo artist but also one of my best mates. He had his last appointment cancel, and reached out to see what Iwas up to—I’m sorry, did we interrupt something, darling?”
Mickie is redder than a tomato, and Igrab the nearest paper to fan her with.
“No!” she squeaks. “Just two totally normal besties checking out a perfectly average shopping haul!”
Jett leads Silas in front of the couch, where the floor is littered with lingerie and bottles of lube. The boys shake their heads as they sit in front of us in black velvet armchairs, looking better than any porn video I’ve ever watched. Mickie takes the paper and starts fanning me.
“Don’t be shy, girls.” Jett grins. “Did you miss the part about Silas being one of my best mates? That means he isn’t interested in normal; he’s most definitely one of us. Sy, do show them your calf tattoo Ilike so much.”
Silas pulls up the leg of his dark jeans and turns his leg to show us the back of his calf, and Mickie and Ilegitgasp.Ahyper-realistic full color piece of a redhead with big blue eyes looking up through wet lashes with a ball gag in her mouth. Acarbon copy of Mick, Iswear to fuck. Ilook at Mickie, and her chest is literally heaving. Ijump up and immediately bring whiskey and ice back to the couch. She doesn’t even like it, but she needs to chill out. Iam not letting her blow this.
Silas drops his pant leg, gives Mick a sizzling glance, then grins at me. “Maddy, you have no idea how much I’ve heard about you from Jett. Are you sure you can’t get just one or two pieces done?” He takes my arm and studies it. “Your skin is so silky, Maddy, I-it’s screaming for me to put ink on it.” Itake a long slug of whiskey to cool down, and Jett chuckles into his glass. Silas is looking intently at Mick now, and I’m concerned she may spontaneously combust.
Why does she look so much like the sub on his leg? This is insane!
“Mickie, please tell me you’re close to finishing?” Silas asks.
Mickie coughs up whiskey through her nose and sputters. Ipat her back, and Jett rubs his forehead like he’s accidentally entered a loony bin. “Finished?” she repeats, clearing her throat.
“Finished with book three? Final in the Palace of Lies series? I’m a huge fantasy reader and Ilove your books. Love Maddy in your show. Isat down to write one myself, but Ikid you not, it came out more like sci-fi. Six hundred pages of insanity.”
“Y-you’re a writer?” Mickie downs the rest of her drink, and Ipray she can keep her cool a bit better now.
He grins like she’s been personally designed for him by God or maybe even the devil. “Looks like it. My agent is starting to shop around for publishers next week.”
They start talking about novel writing as if it were foreplay, and Jett pulls me aside, “What do you think, babe? Mick likes my gift?”
I do my best whisper, “Are you kidding me? What even a little bit straight woman wouldn’t likethat?He’s seriously a single soft dom, likes her books, and is a writer himself? Is he just saying that or—”
Jett rolls his eyes, “Darling, Idon’t associate with liars. So … how kinky are we going tonight? All the old people are starting to head home. Mum and Dad will probably be passed out in an hour.”
“Like, use the new bed restraints or hot tub sex?”
“Like, they use the restraint system in here, and Ifuck you in the hot tub. Or, if you like, all four of us go in the hot tub and see what happens.”
“Like, he fucks Mickie in the hot tub on one side and you fuck me on the other?”
“Only if you’re into that, Baby, we have plenty of lube and the hot tub is enormous.”
Jesus Christ, this kinky boy.Ipeek over to see Silas slide his tattooed fingers over her knee and rest on her thigh. Iwant Jett to myself a thousand percent, but having that while hearingthosetwo enjoying themselvesiskind of hot. The idea of playing maybe truth or dare or something, and then things start to happen, it doesn’t soundbad.It’s not like we’resharingor anything.
“I’m willing to go in and hang out and see what happens,” Iwhisper, trying to stay cool, wondering where Mickie’s boundaries start and end, and whereminedo.
“My dirty little princess, do you know how badly Iwant you?” Isneak my hand down to search for Keane, and I’m rewarded with a thick, heavy erection under my fingertips.
“Badly enough,” Ismirk, telling myself Ican wait till everyone’s asleep, hoping I’m right.
Chapter 27
Maddy
