Page 47 of Boneyard HEA

Folding his arms, making his biceps bulge, Tomás gives me his scar-twisted smile. “We figured that was so.”

If anything, them trusting me is a bigger ask.

“Well?” Mr. Loxland regards me from above.

“This is like stepping off a cliff.” I swallow nervously.

“We’ll catch you,” Tomás says, and somehow that makes all the difference. He’s given me a gift, a promise of protection.

“Yes?”

Tomás snorts. “That was a question. More.”

“Yeah, it was a very, very dodgy yes. On your knees.” He releases me then comes around and points to the floor.

Crap. Do I? Do I really, really want this?

I guess I do.

We’ll catch you.

I slip from the chair and kneel.

“Again,” he says. “Do you agree to be owned, forever, or until we mutually dissolve this? To trust us to take care of you as well as giving up the right to say no to anything. Anything.”

Am I insane? I guess so.

I squeeze shut my eyes, open them, then I say it, “I do. And just to be sure. If I do actually disobey?”

His mouth twitches. “Then we also get to do anything we want to you, Miss Brat.”

“Good.” I smile, because that last part is essential. I don’t even understand why I’ve said yes, but I feel whole. Is this the beginning of a new kind of life?

“I hope this works,” my voice wobbles on the final bit.

“Here.” Mr. Loxland scoops me up, then goes into the bedroom where he drops me onto the bed then promptly joins me, spooning in from behind. I am shivering, I discover, somewhat ashamed of that. Then Tomás kneels on the bed and lies down at my front.

I stretch my arm so I can touch his face, somewhat hesitantly. He takes my wrist, puts my hand in his mouth, and gently bites.

“Are you going to say something deep and grand?” I nudge up an eyebrow, daring him, pouting as he nibbles.

“Just making sure you taste good enough.” Then he tongues my palm, sliming it with saliva.

Snatching it away doesn’t work, he maintains his grip and studies my face. “This is going to be fun. Life is too short to be sad and murderous all the time.”

“There it is.” I grin. “You said something grand.”

“And there’s the brat,” Mr. Loxland rumbles, licking my ear then pushing me onto my stomach. “Too early to fuck her?”

“Hell no. Want the front or the back?”

“Both?”

Which is when I get onto all fours and try to jump off the bed. That they drag me back under them and hold down my wrists and legs while they decide who gets what first…it’s a strange kind of bliss, being used and taken whenever they want me.

He adds, “We’d better be fast. I told the hotel they could send the cleaner in soon. Should be here in a few minutes.”

“What? No!” My squeaks of protest are thoroughly ignore, and my bikini is no protection at all.