Page 59 of This Reckless Home

“These beautiful tits are ours,” he says in a low, gruff tone, bringing his hands up and cupping her breasts over the top of her tight crop top. I rumble in approval when he takes them away and two large orange handprints cover her tits.

Nox hands me the blue paint, and letting go of her hand, I paint one of mine, stepping into her. “This sweet fucking pussy belongs to us too, Bloom.”

She gasps as I cup between her thighs, and the heat that seeps into my hand has me semi hard.

“Do I get to mark you too?” she asks in a breathy voice that does not help make my dick go down.

“Of course, Bloom,” I answer, removing my hand and giving her the blue paint.

She paints her hand, then looks at me, her gaze practically eating me fucking up. Her lower lip — which has been bruised since last night, no doubt Nox’s doing — disappears into her mouth. Then with a small smile, she places her hand right over my dick.

“Mine,” she whispers, and fucking hell I’m going to be hard for the rest of the night, not great in loose shorts which don’t exactly hide anything.

“Yours,” I agree in a deep tone.

She turns to Steele, doing the same, and I watch the indulgent smile on his face that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before. And then she turns to Nox, who watches her like he plans to devour her right there. She pauses, waiting and he gives her a nod, taking an inhale while she places her hand over his dick and removes it quickly.

“We’ve marked each other now. We belong together,” he states, and something solidifies in my chest. Like it’s now official.

She nods, then giggles, which should probably be a warning, because seconds later, blue paint is splattered all over Nox’s front and a bit across his cheek.

“Princess…” he warns, but she darts behind Steele, laughing and I let out a laugh. “He won’t protect you from me, baby.”

“Yes I will,” Steele rumbles, and he looks deadly serious, when suddenly a smirk comes over his lips. “Did you just mark my ass, Flower.”

“That’s mine too,” she replies, her tone mostly serious, then her eyes land on me.

She steps away from Steele, handing him the blue paint and grabbing some red from the table. I wait, seeing what she plans to do, watching as she paints her hand again, then hovers it directly over my heart, which I swear stops beating.

“Is this mine too, Ant?”

I grasp her delicate wrist, closing the distance so that her print is right over my heart.

“Yes, Bloom. It is.”

She gives me a smile that is full of something I’m not sure I’m ready to name yet, then goes up on her tiptoes, presenting her lips to me. I oblige her, what else am I to do? Closing the distance, when our lips make contact it’s like the whole club melts away and it’s just us two.

I never want to kiss another person, don’t need to. Because she is my very fucking oxygen and without it, I die. Simple as that.

She gasps into my mouth, and I pull away to find both Nox and Steele using their hands and fingers to cover her porcelain skin in paint. Wet fingers trail across my cheek, and I find her using her fingers to mark me up more.

I fucking love it. Would let her do pretty much anything to me if it made her happy.

I dip my fingers in her pot of red, drawing a heart on her cheek, not giving a fuck if it’s corny as shit.

“You look like a night goddess, Flower,” Steele tells her, and I can’t help agreeing with him when she steps back, the light making all our marks flash.

“Our goddess and we will worship you forever, Petal,” Nox adds, and she turns to him, taking the red paint and marking his face with a heart, just like I did hers. The red compliments the deep bronze his skin is under the club lighting.

Perhaps she did mine too?

Paint hits me in a splatter on the other side of my face, and I turn to find Steele with a paintbrush of green, smiling like a fucking lunatic.

“Oh, game on motherfucker!”

I grab the orange, then start flicking it at him, Blossom laughing and squealing when she gets caught up in our paint fight. Of course Nox joins in, and soon we all look like a rainbow troll vomited up all over us.

“This Is What You Came For” by Calvin Harris and Rihanna starts to play and Blossom hops up and down.