Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,128

and pulled my hair around to bare my left shoulder. “You’re a part of me, remember?”

The heat of his hand tracing my tattoo made me shiver, and then he pressed a kiss to it and I closed my eyes. “I remember, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“And you never have to prove anything to me.” Head bowed, I settled my hands on my thighs. “I’m yours, Jake. I’m all of yours.”

He let out a little groan and gripped my shoulders gently as he pressed another kiss to my throat. Everywhere his stubble rasped, the burn prickled my skin. It would leave redness behind, but right now, I craved every mark he would give me.

“Let me have you?” he whispered against my throat, and I smiled, relief and desire combining to turn me to putty against him.

“All of me,” I promised. “Anything you want.”

He nipped my throat, and maybe I shouldn’t have been so open with the offer, but I had zero regret. Nothing they could ask me for would be too much. If Jake wanted to be who I needed, I wanted to be who he needed. He moved me back to the sofa and urged me to lean against the cushions with a pillow beneath my knees and another under my hips. It had my ass jutting out, and with my legs spread, it allowed him an unimpeded view.

He stroked a hand over my back and then over my ass and back up again.

“Don’t move,” he murmured before leaving a kiss on my shoulder over the tattoo again and vanishing from behind me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the cushions, even with the cooler air blowing on me and leaving me a little chilled. I wasn’t in a hurry. I meant it when I said I trusted them.

He didn’t keep me waiting long. He ran his hands up and down my back, massaging and soothing. I swore muscles I hadn’t even realized were tensed unlocked, and I melted down against the sofa. Then he landed a crisp slap against one ass cheek, and heat flared through my whole system. Then another. The spanks came in an uneven rhythm, never quite letting me anticipate when it was coming. He’d massage the heat, spread it out, and then land it again. Lips pressed against my shoulder as a lubed finger teased my ass and began to press past the ring of muscle.

He eased a hand between me and the cushion so he could trace his fingers around my clit as he worked a second finger into my ass, and then there was another slap and my whole body vibrated.

Three hands.

Jake didn’t have three hands. He pinched my clit though, and an orgasm hit me out of nowhere as another hand landed against my ass. This time, the spanking felt far more familiar and it pushed, the sting and the heat and my body softening to all of it as tears slid down my cheeks and gasps broke from me.

“So good for us, Angel,” Ian crooned, and I swore I melted. Jake had three fingers stretching me, even as he toyed with my pussy, and I was soaking my thighs. “Such a good girl.”

Jake had gotten Ian, and I let out a little sigh as he massaged my ass, then Jake pulled back and eased his fingers out. The familiar snap of a condom rippled over me, and when I would have lifted my head, Ian closed his hand on my nape.

“Condoms for ass play today, Angel,” Ian murmured against my ear. “Keep your hands where they are and stay loose for him. Jake wants to have your ass first, but we’re all suiting up for that so we keep your pussy nice and safe.”

They were all planning to have my ass today. Oh, a shudder rippled up and down my spine. Oh yes please. I swore wetness slicked my thighs and I wanted to rub them together, but I didn’t dare.

“Do you remember the word to use if it gets to be too much?” Ian asked, and I shivered again.

“Yes. Stop.”

“That’s right, just that one word, and everything stops until we know what you need.” Another kiss. Then something soft passed over my eyes as he lifted my head. With gentle thumbs, he swiped away the tears. “You ready for more, Angel?”

I grinned. “Yes please, Sir Ian.” He nipped my earlobe. “And yes, please, Sir Jake.”

There was a soft chuckle behind me, followed by a, “Fuck that’s