Chapter Forty-Six
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
LEENA
I hop up to sit on the pool table then bite at my nail. I don’t like this plan.
Even though we’ve thought this through and it’s by far the best option, I still don’t like it.
After days of digging, we came up short on information. We don’t know which Card took Kathryn, or where they’re holding her. Because the entire Deck wants the both of us, which makes sense. If you want to control the Deck, then you need leverage on The King of Hearts. What better way than to kidnap his children, one of which he is apparently training as his successor, and the only two people he pretends to care about? Well, I suppose he might actually still care for mom, but knowing her she probably ran off to Italy or something the second all of this started going down.
We knew that asking around about my sister would only put a greater target on our backs, so we came up with a plan to get into one of the Card’s computer systems.
It’s no secret that the Queen of Diamonds keeps their eyes and ears in everyone’s business, even though The Queen herself generally stays out of it. And like the rest of the Deck, she owns territory here, which means that if Kathryn was anywhere near this island, and we have good reasons to believe she was, then The Queen would know about it.
The only problem is, Ryan can’t hack the servers remotely without drawing attention. Which means someone has to go in.
I obviously couldn’t go, not that the guys would let me anyway, and everyone knows who Luke and Sebastian are after the mess with Jack of Spades. Ryan and Ava aren’t trained for this sort of thing and Colton’s already been shot, which just leaves Jace.
I watch as Colton finishes drawing an intricate version of a queen of diamonds playing card between the other tattoos already on Jace’s toned back.
Suddenly, this all becomes very real.
“Jace, are you sure about this? We can figure something else out.” He turns back to look at me, but I don’t find his smile reassuring.
“There’s nothing else. You know this is the best plan. I’ll be okay Leena, really,” he says calmly, and I’m concerned he’s not as worried about this as he should be.
“But what about the tattoo? That’s permanent. What if you wind up in the wrong Card’s territory?” I say.
“I won’t. And I’m not worried about the tattoo, boss. Colton can fix it up later,” he replies, then moves on, jumping right back into conversation with the guys.
I take a breath, because I know he’s right, about all of it.
Then my mind starts to wander. I watch Colton’s smile, his laughter. I watch his expert fingers as they prep the tattoo gun.
I think about his tattoos. About the first time I caught a glimpse of them on Christmas Eve. How they looked when he was on stage, all oiled up and in that harness. How his skin felt when I finally got to run my fingers over them in the bath. How… my thoughts are suddenly interrupted as Sebastian walks over to stand beside me.
I’m quickly distracted again, my eyes fixed on where Colton is now sliding a thick black rubber glove over his large hand, snapping it into place. I’m brought back to the crack of the flogger at The Club and think about how those very same fingers gripped my hips, how his thumbs trailed over my … Sebastian clears his throat.
I look up at him sheepishly, giving him a little smile. I love when his arms are crossed like this, all big and bulging. Reminds me of how just this morning, he reached over and wrapped his large hand around Colton’s–
“Oh, sweetheart. How much have you had to drink? I can see that pretty little brain of yours working overtime. And I know for a fact, it’s not about the op,” he whispers, placing a hand flat on the pool table behind me and leaning in close.
I stare up at him, his stubbled jaw and deep blue eyes making my heart jump a little.
“Not that much, I just…” My eyes wander down to his lips. Fuck I’m horny. And I’ve barely had one drink. Maybe it’s just exhaustion, or the quickie the three of us snuck in the shower when we first got here. Or the fact that this thing with Colton is just so new and I’m eager to explore it.
Explore him.
Fuck.
“You just what?” Sebastian leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing mine. And thank fuck the sound of the tattoo gun breaks us out of this moment before I get the chance to beg Sebastian to fuck me right here on this pool table.
Sebastian moves to sit beside me and I lean into him, watching with fascination as the muscles in Colton’s forearm flex from the control and pressure he’s putting on the needle as it runs against Jace’s skin. Luke is standing over them, chatting as he watches.
I don’t have any tattoos, and I’m realizing now that I’ve never even seen this done before; at least, not in person. I stare, watching as what looks like blackish blood rolls down Jace’s skin before Colton wipes it away and keeps on going.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask, fascinated.
All four men glance over at me quizzically, looks of amusement on their faces. It’s at this moment I realize how many tattoos I’m surrounded by right now.
So many. So, so many. I swoon internally.
“She’s right,” Jace says, turning to smirk at Colton. “You could do that a little harder, boss.” He raises an eyebrow.
Colton backs away, holding up the tattoo gun in his gloved hand, and glares at the man in front of him. He’s clearly unamused by this request. Beside me, Sebastian puts his face in his hands. “Fucking masochist,” he grumbles under his breath.
“Lu?” Colton gestures toward Jace, his hands still raised so as not to get them dirty.
Luke slaps Jace on the back of the head, and the man lets out a surprised yelp. “Okay, okay, I’m good.” He holds his hands up in surrender, then turns back around, settling his arms on the back of the chair he’s straddling.
Colton shakes his head and leans in, getting back to work.
I stare.
Luke comes to sit beside me, sharing glances I don’t understand the meaning of with Sebastian.
“Do I want to know what the fuck that was?” I say so only they can hear.
It’s Luke who answers. “Let’s just say you don’t need to worry about him. The kid is tougher than you think.”
—
Ava and Ryan wandered upstairs to bed nearly an hour ago. I watch as Colton finally finishes up the tattoo. Jace stands in front of the mirror, admiring it. It’s really beautiful. It kind of makes me sad that Colton will have to cover it up when we go home.
“Thanks, man,” Jace says, slapping a hand into Colton’s gloved one.
“You’re welcome.” Colton smiles.
“Night, guys!” Jace waves at us as he leaves the room. I wave back, watching him go.
I’m still worried about tomorrow.
Luke must notice, because he pulls me against his side, kissing the top of my head. I breathe in the scent of him, loving the way it feels to be wrapped under his arms. I place a hand on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. I think about all of his, Sebastian’s and Colton’s tattoos. How much I like them. I wonder why I’ve never gotten one. I suppose I was always too busy, and didn’t want to spend the money on it. There’s also never been anything important enough to me that I would want it on my body forever.
Then I think about how Colton’s are weaved around his scars. Taking this horrible thing that happened to him and turning it into something beautiful. I think about my own scar…
I slide off the table and wander over to Colton, placing a hand on his shoulder. He stops what he’s doing and his piercing green eyes look up at me.
“Would you draw one for me?” I ask him.
“You want a tattoo? And… you want me to draw it?” He smiles softly.
I nod my head. “Around my scar, like yours.”
He looks a little in shock over it, smiling up at me.
Then I look over at the guys. “If… that’s okay?” I ask them, and they both smile.
“You don’t have to ask,” Luke says simply, and there’s so much love in his words.
“Colton’s done a lot of ours,” Sebastian adds with a shrug.
“He has?” I look between them, then back at Colton.
“I have.” He smirks, taking off the gloves.
“Which ones?” I’ve been obsessed with the designs on their skin since I first set eyes on them. They mean so much more now knowing that Colton was the artist.
“I can show you, if you like?” He smiles, and my eyes flit back over to the gloves he just discarded on the nearby table. He notices, then chuckles. How are these men so goddamn observant?
Or maybe I’m just that transparent.
Colton reaches over, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly pulls on a new pair of gloves. He holds out a hand and I take it, my breath hitching when the texture of it touches my skin. I help him to his feet, and we make our way over to where my men are sitting on the pool table.
Colton stands in front of Sebastian, then reaches out, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling forward until Sebastian is standing.
Then Colton fucking helps him out of his shirt.
Slowly.
Fuck. Me.
Actually, I need them to fuck me. Because watching Colton undressing Sebastian? My god.
Colton turns back to me, taking my hand. It feels so different touching him with the glove as a barrier between us, and somehow that turns me on too. He places my hand flat against the center of Sebastian’s chest, his fingers on the back of mine. The two of them share a look that I don’t understand, and I can feel Sebastian’s heartbeat begin to quicken under my palm.
Colton moves to stand behind me, keeping one hand on the back of mine and sliding his other into my waistband against the bare skin at my hip, pulling my body against the hard length of him already growing beneath the fabric.
He leans down to speak softly, “This is the first tattoo I designed. And the first larger piece I ever did.” I glance back at him in shock. Then I turn back to study the tattoo spanning Sebastian’s entire chest. It’s so intricate, you would never guess this was a first design. It’s stunning. So is the body it’s decorating. I suddenly can’t keep my eyes off Sebastian, studying every muscle, every tattoo.
I wonder which one I will get to touch next.
Colton brings his hand down, dragging mine along with it. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve touched him, I still love the feeling of his skin beneath my fingertips. He continues around to Sebastian’s side, stopping over another one of my favorites.
“This one I did,” he whispers, then moves my hand up just a little to a smaller one. “And this one.”
I can feel Sebastian is breathing heavier now, my light touch causing his skin to pebble. Colton’s gloved hand moves mine back up Sebastian’s abdominal muscles, his chest, then over to one of his biceps. “This one, too.” Colton kisses that tender spot beneath my ear and I quake.
We move around Sebastian’s body until I feel like I’ve probably felt every inch of his torso. I love touching this man, love that Colton is the one making me do it.
When he’s finished, we move over to Luke who’s still sitting on the pool table. I’m a little sad he doesn’t have as many tattoos as Sebastian, which means I don’t get to touch as much of him.
Colton takes my hand, then runs it up Luke’s forearm. Luke turns his arm so the tattoo there is facing up. I let my fingers trace over it. I’ve stared at this tattoo so many times before, but it has so much more meaning now, knowing that Colton put it there.
I marvel at how this man I’ve somehow fallen in love with, is already permanently attached to my men. He has been since before I met them.
“This is one I designed, and I did this one.”
Luke raises his shirt as Colton presses my hand over the one at his ribcage.
I study it, suddenly worried. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to sit through a tattoo. How much does it hurt, actually?” I ask.
“It depends on where you put it, sweetheart. But you already took a bullet. I think you can handle it,” Sebastian says encouragingly.
“Do you want to feel it? I can do a small one?” Colton offers.
“Right now?” My eyes go wide with panic, but he just smiles. He’s serious. “But what would I get?” I look between the three of them, my fingers still lingering on Luke’s skin, even after Colton’s fall away.
“Whatever you like,” Luke says with a smile, reaching up to take my hand in his.
I think for a minute.
I take in Sebastian’s loving gaze, Luke’s hand in mine and feel Colton’s fingers trailing over my skin under my waistband.
I think about those first moments alone with him at the cabin. And suddenly, my mind is made up.
I look up at Colton, he watches me curiously.
“How about a heart?” I say.
I watch the slow smile spread across his beautiful face, see his jaw tightening with emotion. Because the heart is what he told me I am, and my whole heart is what I’ve given to them. All of them.
“I can do that,” he whispers. And I can’t hold back from kissing this man any longer.
I slide my hands up his body and around the back of his neck. When my lips find his, and his arms wrap around me, we lose ourselves in this moment. His body softens with the understanding that this kiss isn’t about attraction, or lust, it’s about how much I care about him. How grateful I am that he’s in my life now too.
The kiss is slow, and when we finally part, his green eyes meet mine for a long moment.
I’ve only kissed Colton in front of Sebastian and Luke a couple times, but I suddenly realize this kiss was different. I turn to them, needing to know their reaction, but any worries I have are immediately dissolved when I see the way they are watching us. How Sebastian’s hand is over Luke’s, holding it on the table between them.
I smile.
“But you guys pick where it goes. Not on my face.” I chuckle.
“Hm, I can’t really see any good places . Can you, Lu?” Sebastian asks, crossing his arms over his bare chest and leaning against the table to study me.
“No, I definitely can’t see any good place to put it either.”
Colton smirks at them, clearly picking up on their little game. He steps behind me, his gloved fingers whispering over my neck, making me shiver, then to my first button. Slowly, he works his way down, then spreads open my blouse. His breath hitches when he looks at me, and I can feel my cheeks reddening. Not in embarrassment, but because I want him to touch me there.
But he doesn’t.
He slowly slides my shirt off my shoulders, removing it completely, and I’m left standing half naked in front of all three of them. I take in a breath when I feel the air across my skin.
“Keep going. I haven’t decided yet,” Sebastian grits out, and my eyes flash to him. We stare at each other, the anticipation of the moment suspended between us.
Colton places his gloved hands on the bare skin above my leggings, then slides them down my body, taking the fabric with them before I step out of them and he stands behind me. His fingers and lips brush over my exposed skin.
“Shoulder blade,” Sebastian states.
“I agree,” Luke adds.
I narrow my eyes at them. “And you needed my pants off to decide that?” I stare between them.
“Yup.” Sebastian smiles, his eyes raking over me appreciatively.
Then I hear Colton’s voice. Not his normal voice, that deep, dominant tone that would have me soaking wet if I wasn’t already.
“In the chair. Now,” he growls. I turn to look at him, finding his fists clenched at his sides, his breathing heavy and his obvious arousal outlined by the fabric of his gray sweatpants. The ones he stole from Luke’s bag before I could. Damn him.
Before following his orders, I decide to tuck the one strand of hair that came loose from his bun behind his ear.
He scowls at me, then raises an eyebrow at my men.
“I know. She’s not very good at following orders,” Sebastian states.
“Interesting,” Colton says, and the way he says it has my insides clenching, wondering what he plans to do about that.
I sit down in the folding chair, letting out a gasp when the cold metal is pressed against my bare ass. I press my knees together as Colton sits in the chair in front of me. He studies me for a moment, then smiles slowly, glancing at the two men behind me.
“I need your back, beautiful. Turn around and straddle it.” He points to the chair.
“Can’t we just turn the chair around?” I ask.
The synchronized “No” coming from the men behind me answers that question.
I take a deep breath, then stand, turning to face my men who are all fucking smiles. They just love seeing how much they can get away with when it comes to me, and I’m always happy to rise to the challenge.
I hold their gazes, then straddle the chair, sitting down and trying not to wince from the parts of me that are now touching the chilly surface. Leaving me spread wide-fucking-open for their viewing pleasure.
The looks on their faces and the way they’re all breathing, tell me exactly how much they’re enjoying this. I guess that makes it worth it.
I gasp a little when Colton’s hands press me forward in the chair and my breasts are pressed up against the metal. I cross my arms over the back of it.
“How long is this going to take?” I ask the man behind me, feeling the tip of the marker against my skin.
“Maybe twenty minutes.”
I let out an exasperated breath, glaring at the two men who are fucking smirking at me.
It doesn’t help the situation that Sebastian is shirtless right now. Or that the man behind me is wearing Luke’s sweatpants.
Or that Luke… well, Luke’s just fucking gorgeous all the time, no matter what he’s wearing.
Or not wearing.
Fuck. I have to keep my thoughts under control, because there will be absolutely no hiding my arousal while my pussy is spread out like this, and I’m already wet.
“You ready?” Colton asks, turning on the machine.
“Yes,” I breathe out, but my body goes rigid.
“Relax, sweet thing. Tensing will only make it hurt more,” Sebastian says.
Well that makes me fucking panic.
They must notice, because Luke glares at Sebastian as they both hop off the table and Colton switches the machine off.
“Stand up, sugar,” Sebastian says softly.
“But–” I start to say, Luke offers his hand out to me rather than answering. I take it, and he helps me up so Sebastian can sit in the chair. He smiles up at me, then pats his thigh.
I smile back, grateful, then settle back down on his lap, straddling him instead of the cold chair. His sweatpants are soft against my skin and he’s shirtless. I immediately cuddle into him and he wraps his arms around me until my panic subsides.
When he lets me go, Luke is there, taking a knee beside us. I look into those light blue eyes, how his blond hair is disheveled and falling over his forehead, how his lips smirk up in a smile.
He leans in, brushing the sweetest kiss against my lips.
“Relax, we’re right here. We’re all right here,” he says, and I do. The combination of his words, Sebastian’s touch and Colton’s presence helps me relax.
Luke pulls up a chair so that he’s closer. I sit up straight, my arms wrapping around Sebastian, my face nestled in his neck.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I tell Colton. And this time, I mean it.
Colton repositions my left arm, placing it at my side where Luke’s hand is waiting for mine. Our fingers interlock just as the machine clicks back on.
Colton kisses my shoulder near where my tattoo will be, which makes me smile, distracting me for a moment. Then I feel the tip of the needle touch my skin. I can feel my body tense a little, but Luke and Sebastian are still right here, reassuring me, so I take a breath and force myself to relax.
I wouldn’t say this is painful, per se, it feels more like Colton is scraping the needle across my skin. Sebastian looks down at me questioningly, and I quickly nod that I’m okay. I see him pass that message silently along to Colton. And seeing how much they care about me, how much they love me, makes me realize that Sebastian was right.
I can handle this.
—
“Okay, beautiful. I finished the outline. I’m going to fill it in now, so it might sting a little more. You ready?” Colton asks, and I nod, not only because of the soothing way he’s been talking me through this entire process, but because I really have been doing just fine up until this point.
But when the needle touches me again, the pain and vibration hits me somewhere deep in my core. I guess one could consider this painful, but holy fuck. It’s the best kind of pain.
I let out a gasp, closing my eyes.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” I hear Sebastian growl out. I look up to find him and Luke staring wide-eyed at me.
Shit.
I knew this was a bad idea.
“What is it? You okay?” Colton asks, pausing the needle on my back.
Suddenly, I miss the pain and the attention his fingers were paying to my shoulder.
I want it back.
“Oh, our girl is just fine.” Sebastian chuckles, smirking at me and shaking his head like he can’t fucking believe it.
I ignore him.
“Don’t stop,” I say, breathless, turning my head to glance back at Colton.
He stares at me, his mouth parting as he glances down my body.
“Shit, are you fucking with me right now?” he whispers.
“Please… Colt…” I beg, because I am so wound up I can hardly stand it.
“Fuck, Leena,” he breathes out. “Lu, a little help?”
With what? When I feel Sebastian’s sweatpants being pulled out from between us, I understand what’s happening.
I meet Sebastian’s excited eyes as I place my hands on his shoulders and lift myself up. When he lets out a groan, I have an idea what Luke might be doing.
When Sebastian’s mouth falls open, I can tell he must be doing it well.
“Sit down, baby girl,” Luke says, a little breathless himself.
I lower myself slowly, quickly finding where Luke is holding Sebastian’s thick crown against me. I keep going, feeling him slip inside me that first inch, then two, and three, before I pull back up and down, enjoying the feel of him slick inside me.
Then I fucking sit down.
Sebastian and I both gasp. The way he completely fills me up is so comfortable and familiar that it nearly makes me come apart.
“Grab Luke’s hand, and hold the fuck still,” Colton says, his voice commanding, and I do.
My fingers intertwine with Luke’s just as I feel the needle press into my back again. I clench around Sebastian’s cock, letting out a gasp that’s more of a whimper. Because I need to move. But I can’t.
“Oh, fuck, sugar,” Sebastian growls out, tipping his head back in pleasure, his large fingers digging into my hips while he works to hold still too.
The pain shooting out from where the metal feels hot against the skin in my shoulder rushes through my muscles, the vibration pulsing straight to my pussy and making me so fucking aware of every inch of Sebastian’s cock that I’m wrapped around.
I focus on not moving, not wanting to mess up my tattoo, but holy fuck. My core aches as I clench in an effort to stay still. I need some sort of release from this pressure.
“Are you going to come for us, beautiful? Because I’m almost done,” Colton breathes, but I don’t want him to be done. I want this feeling to keep going.
I moan.
“Fuck,” Colton grinds out, then the vibration against my shoulder blade disappears, and that pressure in my lower belly is gone. But then I feel Colton’s gloved fingers sliding up my inner thigh, just as the needle continues it’s relentless torture against my aching skin.
Did he switch hands? I think, but I don’t fucking care.
I grip Luke’s hand in my left, trailing my right hand over Sebastian’s abdominal muscles. He stares at me, mouth parted with the same level of pleasure and pain as I feel right now.
Luke leans in closer, our tongues tangling while Sebastian kisses my neck. I love the feel of them. I let out a moan against Luke’s lips when I feel the textured rubber of Colton’s skilled fingers circling my clit.
“Oh, god. Colton,” I cry out.
“Come on. Be a good fucking girl and come for us,” Colton urges, then he pinches my clit, hard . I cry out in pleasure as he rolls it between his fingers.
He continues this torture, with his fingers and the needle at my back, until I fucking come apart and my pussy is shuddering around Sebastian’s cock.
All three men let out a groan as the release of my orgasm absolutely soaks Sebastian’s lap, but I don’t fucking care.
I know he doesn’t either.
A second later, the pressure at my shoulder blade stops, and I hear Colton switch the machine off. As soon as he does, I practically melt into Sebastian’s bare chest, finally getting to relax in the aftermath of my rather violent orgasm.
I stay like this, trying to catch my breath, even as Colton wipes off my tattoo. I smile, enjoying the way he soothes the throbbing pain away, spreading the cool gel across my skin.
I’m still suspended in this fog of pleasure as Sebastian starts to slowly roll his hips, grinding his cock into me.
“Hey Colt?” I hear Luke ask. “What kind of gel is that?”
My eyes shoot up, finding Luke’s as I try and get a read on the purpose of that question.
But when I glance at Sebastian’s devastating smile, I have a feeling I’m about to find out.