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He huffs out a little laugh and presses a kiss to my sternum. “Sorry, sweetheart.” His lips trail up my neck to my ear. “But I was figuring something out.”
He rolls off the bed and strides to my bathroom, returning a moment later with a lip liner pencil, before kneeling next to me. “May I?” He motions at my torso.
I cock a brow at him, but give him a nod. “Is this some kind of sex kink I’m unaware of?”
I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, his brow creases in concentration as he uncaps the liner and starts drawing on my skin. I don’t watch what he’s doodling, choosing to watch him. The intensity in his eyes, the slight frown that mars his face. I’ve always loved this look on him, the same one he gets while studying, when he’s been working out a problem or on an essay and he finally, finally reaches the answer or conclusion he wants.
When he’s finished, he sits back on his heels and swears almost viciously. “What’s the matter?” I start to sit up and look down at what he’s drawn. But he gently pushes me back into the pillow.
“Don’t move. You’ll smear it.” He hops off the bed and pulls on his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned. While he grabs his phone and starts typing on it, I look at the lines of pink across my chest. He’s connected my scars. Not the one given to me by the surgeon when he’d opened my chest to fix the damage to my heart.
But the ones given to me by my father.
The result is a series of symbols, almost like a sigil. I have no idea what they mean, but Gideon seems to. And whatever it is, he doesn’t like it.
“The guys are on their way.”
I start to get up again, but Gideon shakes his head at me. “Stay put, sweetheart. I want them to see.”
My eyes widen. “You want me to just lay here totally naked waiting for them to join us?”
He smirks down at me. “I’m not complaining about the view.” Then he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I can either take pictures of you in all your glory, or you can lie there so that they have a chance to see these.”
My cheeks turn pink. “I hate to break it to you, Gideon, but all of them have already had the chance to see these.” I reach up and tweak my nipples just because I know it’ll drive him crazy.
His eyes darken and he crawls over me slowly, like a panther stalking his prey, being careful to keep his chest from brushing against mine. “When you and I,” he says, bringing his face close to mine, “are in this room alone together. I don’t want to fucking hear about the others.”
I arch a brow. “Jealous?”
“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, inching closer to me. “I am jealous of every second you spend with them, because you’re not with me.”
“You know,” I say, running my hands up the muscles of his chest to grip his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. “You could always join us, then you wouldn’t have a case of FOMO.” Holy shit. Did I just say that?
He lets out a growl, as if the idea of a threesome with one of his best friends isn’t the worst idea in the world. I feel him grow hard against my belly, straining against his jeans. “Is that what you want?” He asks, skimming his nose along my neck. “You want me to fuck you while you’re sucking Ezra’s cock?”
I flush and heat pools in my core. I’m finding it hard to swallow. My throat is so tight at the idea of it.Fuck yes,I do want that. I nod, wordlessly.
“Or maybe you want a little ass play?”
I whimper and shift under him, feeling hot and needy. “Gideon,” I moan and he kisses me, hot and deep, all the while keeping his chest off of mine. God, I need that slide of skin against skin, that heat, that tingle. But he’s so damn in control that I know he won’t give it to me. He wants to keep the symbols on my chest un-smudged. “Fuck,” I gasp when he pulls back. “This is really, really unfair.”
He smirks down at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t start something that you know we aren’t going to be able to finish.”
“I tweaked my nipples,” I grind out. “I didn’t crawl all over you and whisper dirty things in your ear.”
“I don’t know if you fully understand the effect you have on me, on us. I call that even.” He kisses me again and then climbs off me again as the front door opens, adjusting the front of his pants.
Fielder strides in a moment later. “What was so important you pulled me away from my protection… spell?” The word sort of trails off when he takes me in, laid out on the bed naked with pink inked over my chest.
Lust flares in his eyes for a moment before he physically forces it down, focusing instead on the symbols, stepping over to the bed to trace them with his eyes the same way that Gideon had traced them with his finger first and then the lip liner.
“That interesting, huh?” I say, fingers curling in the fabric of the sheets. I’m not entirely sure what this means, but Gideon does, and Fielder does. At some point, I’m sure they’ll tell me. Hardin and Ezra appear. Fielder’s green gaze flick to Ezra. “Come look at this.”
He doesn’t hesitate to obey the obvious command, coming around to stand by the bed, his amber eyes all but ignoring my breast and focusing on the symbols, his brows drawn low. I know that something big is going on here, but, I mean, it hurts a little that he’s not even a little affected by my naked body.
“Well, well, well.” Hardin crawls up onto the bed on my other side and stretches out next to me. “Who would have thought it would be so fucking sexy to see runes painted on your skin, eh, love?”
“What?” I ask, looking back at Ezra while Hardin plays with a strand of my hair.
