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It feels like the after. The beginning of the reconciliation. And maybe it’s strange that this naked art show is making this bridge between Emerson and his brothers, but all I care about—
I let out a laugh. All I care about is that they stay together. My heart is in it for all three of them.
“Yeah,” I say to Will, who hasn’t looked away, who hasn’t stopped massaging my wrists. “I do.”
He gives me a subtle nod and stands up. Will puts both hands on my shoulders and turns me around as Emerson and Sinclair saunter back toward the empty frame. I’m facing them as Will takes my hair in his hand and arranges it over my shoulder.
And then he leans down behind me and puts his lips to the side of my neck.
Emerson’s eyes blaze. He crosses his arms over his chest, but he makes no move to stop Will. He and Sin watch as Will puts kisses down the curve of my shoulder and back up again. They have to be in pain. They’ve been hard all this time.
Will kisses the place at my neck where my pulse beats. Warmer this time. Lingering. He’s breathing me in now. Will smells good. He wears a hint of cologne, but underneath there’s a scent similar to Emerson’s. I mean, what the hell is that? How can they all smell so good?
Emerson’s brother lifts his head, his fingers skimming over my shoulder. They find the faint marks where Emerson grazed me. Will inhales.
And then he sinks his teeth into that flesh, making those marks real. I gasp at the pain. It doesn’t last for long. Even now, he’s not trying to leave any permanent bruises. Emerson’s jaw tenses. It’s not out of anger, no. He wants the same thing. His teeth in my skin instead of his brothers. But he allows it, because this is the game we’re playing. The filthy, delicious game. This is part of the sharing. Emerson offered this to Will, and Will accepted.
I can almost see the bond between them growing stronger.
Or maybe I’m just hallucinating from all the pleasure and pain.
Will stands tall again and soothes the spot he just bit with his fingertips. “What’s next, gentlemen?”
“Come here,” Emerson orders.
I go, new relief washing over me. My skin is hot and prickling with the energy in the room. My heart flutters in my throat. I have no idea what’s going to happen next, only that I’ll agree to it. It feels dark and intense, even in my mind. I don’t have any experience with this. Emerson and I have only fucked a few times.
Is that why they like this so much? Is that why I like this so much?
Emerson takes my face in his hand and turns my head so he can survey the bite mark Will left. “Show me how this piece looks on her knees.” I sink down to the floor. “Good,” he murmurs, and the praise lights me up. “You’re going to practice, little painter.”
He unzips his pants and takes his cock out.
Emerson is so hard that the skin around his crown is tight. He’s leaking from the tip. I glance up at him to see if he’s pissed about this—that I’ve done this to him without offering him any relief—but he’s calm except for that fire in his eyes. He reaches down and tugs at my lower lip, opening my mouth for him. Then he runs his fingers through my hair and tilts my head back.
“See this, Sin?”
“Yes,” Sin says. His voice is strained.
“I’m getting her ready for you.” It’s a small gift. Emerson, telling me what’s going to happen. I’m going to have his brother’s cock in my mouth, too. Heat flares between my legs. It’s so bad, but it’s so good. In the context of this game it’s the only right thing to do. I’m art. I’m just a piece of art. “She’s never done this before,” Emerson says to Sin. “The first attempt requires special handling.”
He pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth, holding me open for him with his thumb.
Emerson is enormous, and he’s also losing his patience. I didn’t think this would be easy, necessarily, I just didn’t think there would be so much of him. And he can’t wait. The salt from his tip meets my tongue. This draws a noise out of Emerson. I feel it through his body.
Oh, Jesus. I want to please him. I want to do this right. But I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Fear rises. That I’ll suffocate, for one. Or that he’ll be disappointed.
But then his hands are in my hair. “You won’t suffocate, little painter. Mmm. Yes. Use your tongue like that. Don’t fight. A little pressure—there. I’m going to go deeper.” I make a panicked noise around him, but he shushes me. Holds my head still. “Swallow when it scares you,” Emerson says, and then he’s at the back of my throat. I swallow hard, once, twice. Emerson grunts, his fingers tightening, and then he pulls out. “Breathe,” he orders. I get half a breath before he’s in my mouth again. I’m making a mess, struggling, and I’m mortified to find that it’s because I’m trying to take him deeper. I’m trying to be the best he’s ever had. “The tip—” Emerson manages, “of your tongue.” I tease the underside of him with the tip of my tongue and he answers me by taking my throat with a thrust that makes me gag.
Sin curses.
“It’s good,” Emerson says to his brother.
“How good?” asks Sin.
“Difficult to describe.” Emerson’s breathless now. I add pressure, like he said. I explore the hard ridges of him with my tongue. I taste more of him. I’ve never been this thrilled. My heart has never beat so fast. Emerson fucks me with a few more strokes, and then he pulls away. Tears streak down my cheeks. Emerson’s hand tenses in my hair, matching his gritted teeth. But he controls himself. Reaches down. Takes my shoulders and turns me to face Sin. “Show Sinclair what it’s like when this piece takes a cock down her throat,” he says.
He keeps one hand on my shoulder, moving behind me as Sinclair undoes his zipper. Bright fear flashes across my skin. Emerson rubs his thumb across my shoulder blade. He’s making me do this. I belong to him, and this is what he wants from me.
