Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I’d like that,” Madison told me, answering quicker than I expected. “Honestly, being with multiple people is one of the fantasies I’ve been thinking about lately.”
Dirty girl. That drove me crazy.
“Feels like you’re teasing me, doll,” I chuckled as I leaned closer to her. “You know, me and the guys would be more than happy to check those dirty little fantasies of yours off your list.”
“Well, there’s quite a few,” Madison replied with a small laugh. “I’ve never told anyone about them. Not even my ex.”
I turned to face her better, our eyes locking.
“Tell me,” I told her as I took her hand, giving her enough comfort to smile more boldly.
“So… I want to feel like I lose control. Like I can stop everything, but I don’t have any control. Sorry, it’s hard to describe,” Madison said, sounding a bit flustered.
I gave her hand a squeeze.
“So you can completely let go. I understand,” I assured her, already feeling my cock start to harden just from thinking about pinning her down and having my way with her while she cried out in ecstasy. “What else?”
Madison pressed her teeth into her bottom lip for a second before replying.
“Um… I want to try… anal sex,” she admitted, her cheeks nearly turning cherry red.
I could make her ass look the exact same way with one hand, restlessness gripping me as every fantasy she told me filled my mind with dirty thoughts.
“And?” I coaxed her.
“And I want to see myself in a mirror,” Madison replied. “Those are the ones I’ve been thinking of. And dreaming of.”
I reached up and gently brushed my fingertips along her warm, flushed cheeks.
“And what do you think about me and the twins fulfilling a fantasy or two of yours today at the tattoo shop?” I asked her, knowing that would be the ultimate surprise for Baker and Bryce.
Madison thought for a moment before sitting up straighter, her dark, manicured nails resting on her soft thighs.
“I think I have an idea.”
Chapter 11
Bryce
Today was an off day for the tattoo shop. Usually, a few of us hung around the shop and cleaned up the building or prepared for the next day, and it was just me and Baker today.
Ti was looking after Madison, and the others were resting from their shifts. I had been looking forward to seeing her again after so many weeks, but I was worried for her too.
What asshole would scare someone like her?
I hoped one of us found the guy and scared him back to within an inch of his life. Since Baker and I were taking the next shift, maybe that would be us. I didn’t care if my life was put in danger or if I could get hurt. She didn’t deserve a single ounce of all this trouble. Not when she was one of the kindest souls I had ever met.
I had done reckless things and hurt people in my past for stupid reasons, but tapping into my take-no-shit attitude was necessary when it came to making sure that she and Chloe would be okay.
As I drew myself out of my thoughts, I lifted my eyes to see my twin brother sitting on the stool at his station with his drawing pad in his hands, probably sketching something up for a client.
“You finish cleaning up the back room?” I called out to him from the front desk as I did a few appointment confirmations.
Baker lifted his middle finger in response, making me smirk and shake my head. That was a yes. Tidying up was definitely the most boring part of the job, but we liked this little art oasis. We were going to keep it in tip top shape, or Marlo would have our asses.
I put the computer to sleep and wandered over to him, nodding my head to “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC as it played over the shop’s speakers. I mindlessly fidgeted with my lip ring with the tip of my tongue as I stopped near Baker’s side, peering over his shoulder at this drawing pad to see a sketch of a dragon.
“I’m guessing that’s for that biker dude that came in the other day?” I asked.
Baker parted his lips to answer, but the sound of the front door being opened made our eyes shoot up. The blinds on the front window and the door were closed, and our outdoor neon sign was off, so it was obvious that the store was closed. We tensed and prepared for maybe a robber to come barging in until we saw Ti and Madison walk inside.
“Damn, I was about to start wielding that baseball bat Marlo keeps in the back,” I warned Ti as they approached. My eyes shot to Madison who had her gaze locked on me and my brother. That bubbly demeanour she had before didn’t seem to be as prevalent this time for some reason. “Hey, Madi—”