Page 100 of For Your Heart
His agreement is enough that I grin. I stick the phone into its cradle and force myself not to watch it as I drive. Though, I can hear his breathing in the earbud. He’s so fucking gorgeous.
He’s all mine.
The thought makes me grin so stupidly sappy that it’s still hanging on when I pull up to the cafe just outside the subdivision where Sage lives. Declan’s frowning at me, shaking his head as he leans against his car with his arms folded over his chest. “There’s something wrong with you.”
Leaning into him, I press my lips to his, making him catch his breath. “I’m going to tie you up someday and we’ll see if you hate it.”
He can’t hide his response. His heart thumps loudly.
“Only if you let me spank you, brother,” he mutters.
I’m not sure if we share a bit of each other’s kink or if I’m responding to his mental image of me leaning over the bed, bare, as he leaves his handprints all over. Marking my body with his hand. Making sure everyone knows that I belong to him.
I shudder and glare at him, throwing him an image of himself fucking tied up and exposed to me. Legs spread, so his hole is always open and available. He’s restrained, immobile, and begging for me to fuck him until he comes screaming my name.
“Sick fuck,” he mutters, but he also can’t hide how hard he is.
I smirk and lean against the hood of his car with him while we wait for Simon. He leans into me as I pull my phone up and tap the button for the vibrating butt plug. I know the second it turns on because Sage starts trying to hump something. His muffled cries fill my ears and I groan.
“You’re going to be jerking off under the table, aren’t you?” Declan asks, shifting to adjust himself.
Grunting, I think he’s probably not far off. I’m pleased to know he will be too.
“You’re not really going to leave him like this, are you?”
“No,” I say as I watch Sage squirm and whine while I play with the intensity of the vibration in his ass. “Let’s go order while we wait for Simon.”
Simon pulls in a second after we leave the cafe, having placed our order, and approaches. We pull him into our arms and hug him fiercely. When he steps back, his gaze locks on the earbud and he raises a brow. “What’s with that?”
“He’s torturing his boyfriend,” Declan says.
I nod. “It’s true. And I’m enjoying every moment of it.”
Simon laughs and shakes his head. “Kinky motherfuckers.”
“What did I do?” Declan asks as we head back to the café.
“Right now? Nothing, I suppose, but you did tell me you like to whipyourboyfriend.”
“Did I actuallysayI use a whip?” Declan asks, sniffing dramatically.
“I looked up impact play.” He levels Declan with a look. “That’s exactly something you’d do.”
Declan huffs, but he doesn’t argue. Which is good because I recall,specifically, a moment not long ago where he did just that with Zarek.
It’s not long before we gather our hot subs and then head back to Sage’s house. As soon as we’re inside, I move back to Sage’s bedroom. His face is streaked with tears, eyes shut tightly. He’s so damn beautiful.
Very gently, I touch his shoulder. He doesn’t respond. So I lean down and ask him if he’s okay. He gives me a moan in response, and I kiss his temple. “I love you. I’ll be in the kitchen, Najee. Watching and listening. It’s okay if you need to stop.”
Sage shakes his head, saying something around the gag, though I’m not entirely sure what. He’s not in distress, though I’m regretting the gag right now. I can’t hear his words. But he was excited about that part, so I don’t take it off him. I’ll just have to watch him closely.
I shut the door quietly behind me and I join the others at seats around Sage’s kitchen island, sitting far too close to Simon, squishing him between us. He sighs in contentment. For a minute, we sit quietly and listen to the dull sounds of kids playing outside and the sounds of cars driving by. I absently press the on and off buttons on the devices via my phone and listen to Sage go wild for several seconds before turning them off.
Pretty sure my dick is leaking enough that I’m going to have a wet spot on my pants by the time we’ve finished lunch.
“Serves you right.”
Yep. And so will you.
