Page 72 of For Your Heart
His hands tangle in my shirt as he presses his mouth hard to mine, pouring every built-up emotion inside him. I know how he feels about me. I know the parts he hasn’t said out loud. This man wears his feelings in his eyes. On his sleeve. Written across his gorgeous face.
Sage Rossi loves me.
The feeling of his rough hands moving from my shirt up my neck to hold me to him, have me kissing him harder. Wanting to devour him. Own him. Make sure he knows that he belongs to me and me alone.
“Don’t kid yourself. He’s mine too.”
I ignore Declan’s tease, though I know he’s right. We share everything.Everything.I’m seriously fucking curious and anxious to see how we handle each other’s lovers. There’s no jealousy yet. I think that’s because we have our own guy to focus on while our twin concentrates on theirs. But as I told Sage concerning Simon, knowing about it and seeing it is a very different thing.
Am I going to like Declan looking at someone other than Simon? Touching someone else? For the longest time, it’s always been us and Simon. UswithSimon.
Feeling him touch someone like I’m the one doing it while he does is different. Seeing it through his eyes and thoughts is different. Experiencing it as if I’m him is different. There’s a strange, detached sensation about it. Much like when we hook up with guys in clubs together.
It happening in front of me knowing how he feels about a man that’s not Simon? I might lose my fucking mind. I’m not even sure why but it’s a very real possibility.
And yet, I might also just fall in love with Zarek myself. Who the fuck knows?!
I also might be in love with Sage too. It’s not that I don’t know how I feel. It’s more that I’m not sure I can bring myself to examine those emotions yet. I can feel Declan’s love for Zarek though, even though he’s ignoring it in the same way I’m ignoring my maybe-love for Sage.
Taking a breath, I break our kiss.
“You’re going to share your brother with me,” he says, breathless.
I feel Declan inhale at the words and chuckle. I’m not sure which I’m laughing at because I know Declan heard the words that Sage didn’t mean the same way we took them. And yet, I answer, “Yes. I’m going to share Declan with you.”
Declan shakes his head, muttering internally. I don’t miss the way his excitement jumps, though. We’ll have to talk about this later. I wonder how this is going to work between us. Not just the four of us, but the six of us. Declan is step number one. Number two is Simon, which I know is going to be a fucking hurdle.
My brother and I need to talk about the idea of sharing, though. Like, truly sharing. We need to be prepared for whatever comes up.
But for now, I kiss Sage’s lips again and then climb out of the car. I round the front to open his door and pull him to his feet. “Ready, Najee?”
Sage nods, his cheeks flushed from kissing.
Taking his hand, I pull him toward the door to the store and open it, letting him step inside. His eyes widen. He sucks in a breath. His skin—his entire body, I swear—turns bright red as he looks around.
“What is this?” he asks, his deep voice turning into a squeak.
“Adult toy store,” I say. “We need to find a cage that fits your monster cock. Maybe a ball gag, since I don’t want to keep ruining your ties. Then we’ll see what else we find that you might enjoy.”
Want me to grab a chastity cage for Zarek?
There’s a moment of amusement before an image of Zarek’s soft dick floods my mind. “Find one that fits. They can wear them together tomorrow night.”
I groan, blinking away the sudden rush of heat that sears through my body.
Twenty-Three
SAGE
I shift uncomfortablyin the car seat and grimace at the way my dick is being tortured. After a very intense orgasm—following what felt like the entire morning that Damon wouldn’t let me come—I woke up with my cock trapped in the metal cage that he’d bought when we went to that adult store.
Admittedly, I was instantly fascinated with it. One bar went under my balls while the cage itself wrapped my entire dick inside. There’s a little lock at the top with a key that dangles on a chain around Damon’s neck. I immediately spotted it as soon as I looked up from my trapped dick.
He was sitting in front of me, smiling in the most sexy way. It made my dick twitch, and I was immediately terrified of becoming hard in this thing.
Damon took me to the bathroom to wash me, dry me, rub my entire body with lotion, and then led me back into my bedroom. Then he dressed me. He. Dressed. Me. I have never felt so damn taken care of in my entire life as he dressed me.
But now, I’m sitting in his car and everything feels really tight. The way my jock presses against my trapped cock. The way my pants stretch and the outline of the ribs of the cage hint against the fabric. How the seat belt presses uncomfortably against my dick.
