Page 16 of Satan's Naughty List
“I’m not sure what’s going through that pretty head of yours. It may have been a surprise, sure. Crashing into our lives hasn’t been easy for any of us, but I will continue to tell you that you’re worth pursuing.” Nomad brings the finger of blood to his mouth, sucking it in and licking it clean. I don’t know whether to be disgusted or turned on.
Definitely both.
Without thinking, I practically throw myself at Nomad, slanting his lips over mine. His hands automatically clasp on my hips to keep me from moving, a comfortable heat radiating from him.
Is this a shitty time to admit that I’ve never kissed anyone before?
Neither of us move. My eyes slammed shut when I pounced, so I have no idea if his are open or what Techy is thinking.
Shit. You just assaulted his husband.
Jerking back quickly, I realize I didn’t ask for permission. If someone did that to me, I’d have screamed bloody murder. I shove myself off of him, limping slightly at the impact on my leg. A sharp zing levels through it, but it doesn’t stop me from backing up until I bump into the wall. Neither guy moves. Nomad’s eyes are closed, hands fisted next to him while Techy just looks stunned.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, my mental barriers slowly pushing themselves back into place.
You practically raped him, stupid girl.
Just like they did to you, you did to him.
“Woah, Aspen,” Techy starts, bringing his hands up in surrender. “No one is mad at you. We’re all just surprised.” He stands, cautiously walking toward me. The metal on my fixator bumps the wall, the clang signaling that I’m not going anywhere.
“I didn’t…he didn’t…” I can’t form any words to try and explain myself. Running my hands through my hair, I force myself to relax.
Neither of them are mad at me. If they were, they’d have dragged me down to their imprisonment and tortured me. Right?
Using that mentality, I continue to work myself into relaxing. In theory, if they were going to hurt me, they already would have.
“Can I?” Nomad asks, standing closer to me than I remember. He must have made his way over while I was working myself out of loony-ville. His arms are outstretched. I don’t hesitate. Nodding, he scoops me up in his arms and gently wraps me around his large body. Techy takes up the rear, laying his head on my shoulder as I snuggle into Nomad’s chest.
His pinewood smell mixes with something else, like a manly musk I can’t really identify.
I’m being carried back over to the offending couch and plopped onto Nomad’s lap with Techy right there with us.
“I’d brought you up here to go over club stuff,” Techy mumbles into my clothes, nuzzling my neck. The stubble tickles my sensitive skin, forcing me to laugh at the feeling. Both men tense up, before I realize that I’m practically grinding my crotch onto Nomad’s. Stopping instantly, I nibble on my bottom lip while avoiding eye contact with either of them.
I can’t think about sex without having nightmares, so why is it that I want to jump both of their fucking bones.
Whores can’t have their cake and eat it too.
Rolling my eyes at the bitch in my head, I contain my initial urge to get down. Something I’ve learned about the two guys in the past month, is that if they want something, they’ll say it. The fact that Nomad hasn’t forced me onto my feet stops me from wriggling out of his arms.
“We wanted to talk about making you an official member of the club, even if you’re not fully patched in. Kind of like Maggie.” I swear my heart stops. That would mean stability.
Would I be able to leave when I want? Could I run iftheyfound me?
“I don’t know what goes on in that beautiful head of yours, but I want to continue to tell you that you have no need to be scared of us.” Techy’s words heat my skin and sink into my body. My brain rejects them, but my heart…it takes them, twists them, and forces them into my veins. It wants to be happy. My entire being is more than ready for a little bit of happiness.
My mouth opens to respond, but nothing escapes. Not even air.
“Maybe when you’re able to buy yourself back you can have some freedom,”Ravi’s voice echoes in my head.
“Fuck off,” I snap, burrowing my head further into his chest. Nomad leans away while Techy tilts my head up. Both men stare at me with worry.
“Do I need to call Doc?” Techy asks again, leveling me with a single look. My throat constricts as I try to figure out what I’m doing. I’ve never been able to iron down what I want to do, but being here with these two? It’s like everything is falling into place.
It’s almost too damn perfect.
“No,” I mutter, flicking between the two men. There’s a passive curiosity on Techy’s face while Nomad looks about ready to take me to Doc himself. “I promise I’m fine. It’s just…” I pause.
