Page 7 of Apricity
I don’t know. Maybe Cole is onto something with the further exploration of our sexual fantasies together. That might help settle my mind when it comes to the jealousy factor. I can see how she is with each of us and how we’re all equal in her eyes. And it would give us all something newto look forward to. Or maybe I just have undiagnosed ADHD and I need to go for a run to work off all this excess energy. Regardless of the matter, I find myself becoming more and more territorial where Aly is concerned. It’s not like I’m about to piss on her or whatever but I’m finding myself drifting closer to her proximity, wanting to bury myself in her at all hours of the day just to make sure these two fuckers know. She’s mine too.
I take another second for myself, to hold Aly just a little more, rubbing my stubbly beard all over her neck and shoulder, marking her with red streaks that make me smile when I see them.
Mine.
I only get to do it a few times before she reaches behind her and swats me playfully on the side of my head.
“Ouch! Hawk! You know that hurts when you rub your fuzzies all over me!”
“Yeah, but you love it when you see my marks all over you.” I give her my best panty dropping smirk as my words make her blush. She bites down on her lower lip just before I capture it, and the rest of her mouth, with mine, kissing her silly. It's not until we're both out of breath that I finally stand, lifting her with me,and make our way over to the table.
Normally, it’s Jax that likes to leave his little marks. Bites, bruises, beard rash. If it can leave a mark, he would probably do it. From what I’ve learned since he started joining our little grouple, the man is as primal as they come.A walking talking pissy-ass bear. I wonder if he’s into all that prey/predator chasing stuff.
Nowthatcould be hot….
Note to self: bring up “chasing” or “hunting” to Cole when we do our Kinky Fuckers Anonymous meeting.
Cole and Jax are already comfortable in their usual seats, with Aly taking the seat next to Jax and across from Cole, as I take the one on her other side. My hand drifts to her naked thigh, still unable to keep away from her.
She’s wearing one of Jax’s t-shirts that’s about eight sizes too big and resembles more of a dress or a night shirt but it doesn’t matter, my sweetheart still looks absolutely beautiful. I don’t even care that it’s Jax’s when I’m able to slowly graze the soft skin of her inner thigh, teasing her throughout our entire dinner.
It flies by, and before we know it, we’re all in bed together, scrunched as tightly as can be but cozy nonetheless. My thoughts still bombard my overactive brain but my shoulders lower slightly, my muscles relaxing from their tense state, and I release a sigh of contentment as my sweetheart, our beautiful woman, chooses to slide just a little bit closer to me.
Chapter 5
Alessandra
“How do you even pronounce this name?” Hawk lifts the book he’s reading and holds it outstretched over me towards Jax. He takes a look at it and pronounces the name phonetically.
“Vay-gah-tor-uh.” Jax pauses after, his eyes darting to the ceiling and around the room for a second before nodding and repeating his pronunciation. “Yup, that’s it.”
“Oh, that’s just bullshit. It’s not even spelled with any letters a sane person would think to use to make that name. What’s with freaking fantasy novels having the weirdest fucking names? How am I supposed to enjoy the book if I spend an entire half an hour just learning how to pronounceonename let alone the fifty others they just introduced in the first damn chapter?” Hawk waves the book around aggressively before slumping back onto the pillows next tome in a huff of frustration. “I swear, for books this intricate, character guides should be mandatory… just saying.” He ends his rant by growling menacingly at the literary culprit –as if that’ll fix the problem- before relenting and continuing to read where he left off.
I smile and return my eyes to the sentence just above where my finger is pressed. After dinner, we all washed up and decided to end the night cuddling in our regular dog pile and read until we fell asleep.
The candles the guys placed all over definitely help illuminate the room, allowing us to see the pages, but I can already feel my eyes begin to droop. The heaviness pulls at my lids as the wicks’ flames dance around the room, lulling me to sleep.
Before I drift off, however, I reach a rather interesting scene in my book and force myself to stay… the fuck… awake. I’ve been waiting for this scene since we fell into bed and I’m not about to let drowsiness ruin my fun.
It’s not a why-choose romance like I’ve been reading, but a male/female sex club mafia romance. The male main character just put the female protagonist into wrist restraints and is fastening her to a St. Andrews Cross, effectively immobilizing her arms and upper body so he can explore her to whatever extent he so chooses.
And now I’m awake… Jeez it’s hot in here…
I’ve never thought about being restrained but now that the idea is right there in black and white, I can’t help but imagine the guys doing that tome. And now that Cole has brought up the idea of divulging our deepest, darkest fantasies, I’m even more curious.
Turning to Jax on my right, I point to the excerpt. “We should try this someday,” I whisper. Jax takes a peek at what I’m referring to, his eyebrows meeting his hairline at what he sees.
Cole notices Jax’s reaction from the foot of the bed and perks up, his own curiosity getting the better of him. He lifts himself onto all fours and crawls up my legs and chest, letting his entire body weight fall onto me as he captures the book to read the page for himself. “Oh… we can definitely do this.”
At Cole’s words, Hawk throws his book across the room, earning him an audible gasp from me at his recklessness with such a treasure. He goes onto his knees, waving his hands in front of him in agimmemotion just before Cole turns and places the book into his anxious hands. I don’t think his eyes could bug out of his skull anymore if he tried, but he regains control of his composure before nodding. “Oh yeah. Let’s do this. We’ve gotta have some shit here, right?Right?” He looks pointedly at Jax who gets up to go find whatever it is they’re talking about.
I try to watch him as he leaves but Cole, still lying on top of me, captures my face in his hands, pulling my attention to him. “You sure you want to do this?”
My head dips, slightly hesitant but curious, before I answer. “Yes. I want to try.”
His lips tilt into a smirk as he lifts his body from mine. Bracing himself on his one forearm, his other hand drifts down my chest, my side, my hip and ultimately falls over my pussy. He doesn’t touch where I crave him most, however, just hovers over the area teasingly. “Got this beautiful pussy all hot and bothered just by reading about it,huh? I bet if Hawk touched you right now, you’d be soaked. Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”
My eyes automatically turn in Hawk’s direction, capturing his lust-filled gaze as he turns his towards my desperately soaked pussy, joining Cole’s locked stare-off with my most intimate of areas. That book had me in a chokehold and I’m about to be the lucky girl that gets to reap the rewards of having three virile men to take care of me immediately after reading a spicy scene.
