Page 115 of Off the Rails

“And?” I pressed.

“Spiderwebs are delicate, intricate. They’re so beautiful and so deadly. If you let yourself get caught in them, you’ll ruin the pattern and suffer the consequences.”

My mind flashed back to the Bible. I’d spent far too much time studying it at Heirs of Promise to forget what spiderwebs meant in those old fables.

There, they represented the fragility of human life, the danger of deception, or being trapped by sin.

I liked Nash’s definition better.

Blade lifted her shirt, the ends of the rope on her palm dangling and lightly grazing her skin. “Ribs hurt too.”

Of course, I knew that.

Before I knew it, Blade had grabbed my other hand and placed it on her bare skin. Braless underneath her black tshirt, I could see her hard, pierced nipples.

“Yeah, especially when you’re just muscle and bone.” Nash scoffed.

Licking my lips, I couldn’t stop my fingers from tracing the abstract lines along Blade’s ribs. Once my hand was following the black ink, Blade took her chance to pull her tshirt over her head.

In the dim light of her bedroom, the tattoos along her body looked like shadows swallowing her whole.

“Mine don’t mean anything. I just like them.” Blade lowered her voice, her body trembling as she tried to control herself under my touch. She grabbed the ends of her rope with her free hand, tugging on them to stop herself from grabbing me.

Nash’s gray eyes looked me up and down, like I was a piece of wagyu and she’d been starving for two decades. “Do you have any?”

I pulled my hand back to my body. “Yeah, but they’re lame.”

“Bullshit!” Shaking her head, Blade launched across the bed and started grabbing at the hem of my shirt. “Tell us where they are or I’ll find them myself.”

A part of me was surprised she hadn’t noticed already.

But I stood firm, looking instead to Nash. “Show me more of yours and I’ll think about it.”

A smirk took over Nash’s face, knowing that I just wanted to see more of her. As desperate as she clearly was for me, my hunger for her was growing too.

Will Blade be okay with sharing?

Grabbing the back of her deep green shirt, Nash pulled the shirt over her head and revealed her rippling abs. Her skin glowed a deep amber in the dim light. I licked my lips as I followed the strikes of lightning down her body toward her pussy.

The bolts formed into one, powerful strike that narrowed along that muscular V that led to her center.

Her jeans cut off my view, stopping me from seeing where the lightning may have struck.

“Have I earned one?” Nash asked, her teeth gritted as she tried to contain her excitement.

Nodding, I lifted my sweatpants from my ankles, revealing a small clover. “I needed a little luck.”

“It’s so dainty.” Blade chuckled, reaching her fingers to the sensitive spot. A tingle ran up my leg at her touch, a desire to thrash against her.

And I knew if I did, that she’d find a way to hold me down.

Nash reached her hand out, tracing the edges of the clover with her blackened fingertip. “That one must have hurt.”

“I don’t remember, too much to drink. Show me another.”

Lifting an eyebrow, Blade was surprised. All that was left was their pants. Eager to appease, Blade grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down while leaving her boxers in place. Her hands were red from the rough red digging into the flesh.

My throat tightened as I saw the bulge in her underwear.