Page 225 of Barinov

Chapter 57

CADE

My parents’ house

15 days since we got our girl back.

My heart is beating at a rate rivaling that of a damn hummingbird’s as Lex loosens his hold on my waist.

Desperate for a distraction, I turn to my station, my hands shaking as I squeeze dollops of paint onto the wooden palette—a heavy black, a rich crimson looking a little too much like blood but I’ll fix that later, and a thick dollop of midnight blue that glows under the studio lights. I try to focus on the colors and the familiar weight of the wooden brush in my hand, but my other urges are currently winning this battle by a fraction.

My dick twitches in my jeans the second I look back. Lex’s icy gaze is locked onto Bella with a fierce, possessive hunger. In one fluid motion, Lex grips the collar of his shirt and rips it over his head, tossing it right on top of Bella’s before adding his jeans and boxers to the pile.

The afternoon light highlights every hard line of muscle on his back as he closes in on Bella. Before she can even draw in a breath, Lex hooks his hands under her thighs and lifts her effortlessly, setting her back on the flat surface of the heavy wooden worktable.

“Paint, Cade,” Lex orders, his voice a rough command as he steps between her thighs and fumbles with the buttons on her jean shorts.

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling around the paintbrush as I stand there watching them. Lex presses his lips against every inch of her legs as he drags her shorts down.

He leaves her completely bare, her thighs spread wide on the dark wood of the table. Lex’s thick fingers slide over her clit and circles twice before stretching her open to test how ready she is for him. Bella whimpers when he slides two fingers deep inside her, working them in a pace that has her dripping onto his knuckles.

I know I’m supposed to paint. I’m supposed to capture the light, the shadows, even the damn curve of her spine. But watching the way Lex bends her back. The way his mouth slides hungrily all the way up her body while Bella arches into him with a soft, breathless gasp…

I can barely keep the brush steady.

Lex notices. “Having issues, baby?” he laughs against Bella’s breast before sucking her nipple into his mouth.

“Ahh!” Bella moans.

Which absolutely is not helping my own straining dick situation.

“Just focus on us, Cade,” Lex growls, though he never removes his gaze from Bella.

My eyes instantly snap to his hand as he reaches down, gripping his heavy, fully-veined shaft and guiding his monster of a cock to her entrance. He rubs the wet head of his dick against her clit first, making her hips shoot up at the sensation.

“Don’t look away, Cade,” Lex continues. “Paint what you see.”

God, I could use a drink of water right about now. I can’t move. Hell, I can barely breathe.

When Lex drives forward, sliding his cock fully into her in one deep and unhurried thrust, Bella lets out a cry that echoes off the glass. Her back arches off the wood once more, steel eyes closing shut as she grips Lex tighter.

“Fuuuuck,” Lex groans, biting at her shoulder as his muscles lock tight.

“Lex!” she breathes his name again.

The sound of her voice—not in pain, but entirely consumed by pure pleasure—incinerates something frozen deep inside me.

Suddenly, my hands decide to move. I dip the brush into the midnight blue, and before I can even think, I drag it across the canvas in a long stroke.

Creak. The heavy wooden table groans under them as Lex begins to move with slow, sensual thrusts. Each one drawing his name from Bella’s lips.

Swoosh. I sweep a shadow of black across the canvas, capturing the dark and possessive tilt of Lex’s head as he devours her.

Each and every breath they take becomes a line. Every wet, sliding sound of skin meeting skin becomes a smudge of my thumb on the canvas, blending the hard lines into a soft, burning heat. I dip my brush straight into the crimson, my pulse racing in a beat that matches Lex’s thrusts as he nears his end. The red bleeds into the black, bright, violent, and beautiful.

Just like us.

Bella’s head thrashes to the side, her eyes fluttering open as they glitter with tears. She locks onto me through the haze of her high.