I struggled in Luke’s arms, only getting a chuckle and a kiss on the back of my neck. Finally, I stopped trying to pull away. It was clear he wasn’t going to let me go yet. “I would like to be consulted on the rules next time.”

“That can happen,” Kade said, kneeling in front of me and Luke. “But next time.”

“I lied just a little, Esme,” Luke said. “We’re going to start right now.”

My stomach flipped, every part of my body standing up and paying attention. “What are we doing?”

“Kade is going to claim his prize, and you’re going to be a good girl and let him.”

Kade’s hands were already at the waistband of my pants, tugging them down, and not stopping until they were gone. My thong followed, and Luke widened his legs so I was entirely on display. He still held me fast.

“Luke.”

“Shh. Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

I obeyed, moaning as Kade’s tongue met my skin. The arousal he’d teased me with before raced back to the surface in full force.

Strong hands on my thighs, pushing them further apart, and the scratch of his beard as he ate my pussy for his prize.

“Mmm.” The sound nearly made me come. My hips jerked toward him, and he pushed my legs back. “Remind me Luke, not to go so long between meals.”

“Noted.”

He hadn’t tasted me since the heat. It hadn’t been that long. Kade licked into me, curling his tongue inside me and sealing his mouth over me to suck.

“Don’t hold back, Esme,” Luke said. “We’re not edging you now.”

My eyes still closed, I released the breathless tension in my body, and fell into bliss. The climax shattered through me faster than the next dart could hit me, and I moaned. It was one of those deep orgasms that shook you inside and out, pulling you down and holding you close.

When I opened my eyes, Kade was licking his lips and my chest was heaving. “You both planned it?”

“Sort of. Didn’t know it would happen like that, but we knew it would happen.” Luke released me slowly. “Hope you don’t mind.”

How could I mind when they made me feel like this? And Kade…

I looked at him, and his already dark eyes looked nearly black. “You’re mine, baby. Tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Our Saturday.”

The studio was open on weekends, since most people didn’t have time during the week to get tattoos. They closed on Tuesday and Wednesday instead.

“What do I need to do?”

“Wear clothes you don’t mind getting ruined,” he said. “And be ready. That’s all.”

My heart skipped a beat. I would be ready. That was for damn sure.