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I shake my head at how over the top Thorn’s being. Of course he’d be the one to freak out. Ace loves women with weapons – he’s told me before in training – and Jax would just love the challenge of dominating an armed woman. Rebel’s aroused and curious. But Thorn probably still has PTSD from when I cut his hair off. Ooops.
“Whatever. I’m practically PG now. Happy?”
“Little bird, that body could never be considered PG.”
“Get on the bed,” Jax orders. I huff at how bossy he is even as I squeeze my thighs together a little and do as he says. Ace vacates my seat but grabs me and kisses me passionately as he goes. As soon as I’m on the bed, Rebel pulls me down and pins me with his bulk. He kisses me too, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with a promise of how he’ll fuck me later.
The rope wrapping around my ankle distracts me from his tongue fucking, and Thorn takes the opportunity to claim my mouth too. Is it possible to feel like a sexy piece of meat? Like the last prime rib on the grill that three hungry men are willing to fight for?
Jax ties the other ankle like a twisted human gift-wrapping service, and a second later he tugs the rope sharply. My legs splay in opposite directions, bearing me wide before them. Thank fuck I wore underwear tonight.
“Boo, you wore underwear,” Rebel complains, sliding his hand under the gap where my dress has fallen open on my thigh.
He doesn’t let that barrier stop him though, slipping his fingers under the elastic of my panties and brushing against my clit.
He distracts me so well that I don’t even notice the rope around my wrist until it’s too late. When I see I only have one free limb left, I hide it behind my back like that’ll save me. Ace chuckles. Thorn tickles me until I’m writhing and gasping, easily stealing my hand and pulling it out while I’m begging for mercy. Traitor that he is, he holds my wrist in place while Jax trusses it and loops it around the headboard. Another sharp tug and I’m spread eagled in the centre of the enormous bed and vulnerable.
Or am I?
As their heated gazes roam my body, I dare to believe I might still hold some power. Ace reaches over, and with deft fingers undoes the tasselled belt that holds my dress closed. He peels it open as slowly and carefully as a treasured possession.
When my skin is bared to him he grins and leans in to feather kisses all across my stomach. It tickles but in a way which makes me breathless and tingly. And I can’t get away. Eventually he moves up to my lips and I kiss him as dirty as I can, all tongue and a promise of what I’ll do to him if he puts his cock between my lips.
He groans, and Jax snaps, “Ace! That’s enough.”
Reluctantly he pulls away. I sigh and glower at Jax. Damn boy is going to spoil all my fun tonight, I can just tell.
“Touch her,” he orders, walking back towards the closet. I’m not super intrigued as to what’s in there, not believing for a second that it holds just clothes. I crane my neck to try and see, but Thorn steps into my line of vision and blocks me.
“Dick,” I snap.
“Not until you beg,” he retorts.
Then suddenly there’s three pairs of hands running over my clothes, my stockings, the lace of my underwear, my bare skin. My eyelids flutter closed as the sensations overtake me. It’s soothing and arousing at the same time, like gentle brushings bring my hot blood to the surface, awakening my senses.
I’m nice and warmed up when the door clicks. I glance over to where Jax disappeared but I can’t see him.
“Eyes this way, princess.”
I almost expire at the sound of Baxter’s dark voice, my head whipping around to feast my eyes on him. He’s coming out of the bathroom, his gaze fixed intently on me with the promise of delicious menace on his face. I squirm in my bonds and he smirks when he sees my pile of weapons on the floor.
“Aww, goddess, did you dress up for me?”
The gentle warming sensation that the others created with their teasing strokes ignites into a blaze of anticipation when I take in his grin.
I expect him to come over to me, to join us, but he doesn’t. He takes a seat in the armchair in the corner of the room that I barely spared a glance at earlier. Disappointment lances through me but he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, steepling his hands and resting his chin upon his fingers, and he stares.
Wordlessly, the others get back to work, replacing their fingertips with soft lips and drawing me back into their bubble until I’m distracted once more by Jax reappearing.
A nervous giggle escapes my lips when I see what he’s holding.
“Something to share with the rest of us, princess?” he asks, raising a brow.
“You keep coming out of the closet,” I snigger.
“Oh laugh it up, princess,” he says cracking the whip so that it snaps in the air and makes me shiver. He repeats the action again, this time bringing the tapered tip down on my abdomen with a surprisingly soft kiss against my skin.
I let out a surprised breath. Jax smirks.
