Page 61 of Wristlocked
“I have to leave now, Smalls,” Gale murmurs, using his hands on Lyot’s hips to draw me tighter against him. “But I want you to go to lunch with Mommy Laurent today thinking about how my tongue tasted like your pussy the first time I kissed him.” He leans in to put his lips to my ear. “Cinnamon,” he whispers, then claims Lyot’s mouth again, inches from my own, and my world is filled with the hot tangle of their tongues.
They’re both rock hard again, and I roll my hips, reveling in the contrasting textures of Lyot’s silky gym shorts and Gale’s rough zipper against my naked flesh. This time it’s Lyot who pulls away first.
“You’re having lunch with your mom?” he asks, a little breathless. I groan and drop my head back on his chest.
“Yes. We didn’t have time to talk to her or my dad last night after the show because we wanted to get back to you and Jamie. But they were there, and my mom made me promise I’d see her today to ‘debrief.’ Believe me,” I add, “it’s the last thing I want to do right now.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, I’ll be okay. I just need to get it over with. You should stay with Gale and Jamie.”
“I don’t need any help,” Gale says, pulling away and reaching for a clean shirt from the folded pile on top of his dresser. Lyot and I exchange a look.
“Sure,” Lyot says. “What are you planning to do with him?”
“Get coffee.” Gale’s walls are back, and Lyot’s face is edged with frustration. Moving back to the bed, I start stripping off the sticky, rumpled sheets. “And I can do that.”
I round on him with a huff.
“Try not to be too much of an asshole right now. You let Lyot help last night, and it was a good thing. You haven’t seen Jamie in two-and-a-half years. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into with him?”
“He’s my fucking little brother. I can handle him.”
We glare at each other until Lyot steps between us. “Look,” he soothes. “Let Gia and me change the sheets. Take Jamie for coffee. I need to go shower and get into my own clothes, and Gia needs to get ready for lunch with Chloe. Unless you were planning to send her off painted with your cum?”
Gale’s lips twitch, and some of the tension leaves his body. I blush and busy myself with the bedding. He probably would have loved to do exactly that. Satisfied that neither of us is going to start snapping again, Lyot continues. “Feel Jamie out. If you decide you need backup, you can text me.”
“Fine.” Gale grabs his phone from the nightstand, giving my still-bare ass a smack on the way. I stick out my tongue at him. “What’s your number?”
Lyot gives it to him while I roll up the dirty sheets and toss them in the hamper next to the closet. When I move back to the bed to pick up my discarded tank top, Gale grabs me and pulls me in for a swift but thorough kiss.
“Don’t forget,” he purrs, squeezing my hips. “Cinnamon.”
I swat at his ass when he heads for the door. “Okay, but I want to take you guys shopping later this afternoon if you can get away.”
“Shopping? What for? Gonna put us in matching collars?”
“Don’t give her any ideas,” Lyot says, rolling his eyes. I give them a mischievous smile.
“It’s a surprise.”
30
Gia
The restaurant my mom chose for our lunch date is actually more of a café, warm and crowded and surprisingly nostalgic. It reminds me of Chauncey’s, where she and my dad used to take me after shows when I was little. They’d break their normally strict dietary restrictions and let me get a strawberry milkshake, which I would drink while listening to them recount every second of my latest achievement in vivid detail. Or at least, that’s how it felt to me at the time. As I got older, it started to feel less like a tribute and more like a dissection.
She bustles in a few minutes after I’m already seated in a booth by the windows, chic as ever in a fur-trimmed jacket and matching hat.
“Sorry I’m late, darling,” she says, bending to press a kiss to my cheek before sliding onto the padded bench opposite me. “Are we having milkshakes?”
I gape at her in surprise.
“Don’t look at me like that. I haven’t forgotten. Don’t you think you deserve to celebrate today?”
“I do,” I say cautiously. “But—” I stop myself, shaking my head.
“You thought I wouldn’t agree?” Her eyes soften. “You were splendid last night, darling. Your father and I never thought we’d see you this inspired again.”
