Inked (Tattoos and Leather) by Jaymie Holland Read Free Book Online Page A

“Continue.”
    Megan’s anxiety climbed another notch. She wanted Nick and Sean next to her, controlling her with their hands and bodies, not their words. She felt close to freaking out, wondering what it would take to pull them to her, to make them touch her like she needed to be touched—and that need was doubling every second.
    The skin around her lace-clad breasts burned from the oil, and she didn’t think she could stand it much longer. Nipples puckering and aching for attention, Megan reached behind her and grabbed The Satisfier, wanting to use it to stroke the tingling flesh and give herself some relief.
    “Our most popular vibrator.” Megan made herself glance from twin to twin as she ran her fingers up and down its length, hesitating on the head and feeling trashy and excited and panicked all at the same time. “Thick and pleasing. Just what women want.” She lowered her head and slid the tip into her mouth and pulled it back out.
    Smile , she thought. Drew told me not to forget to smile .
    Megan raised her head and smiled. And she turned on The Satisfier.
    For the briefest moment, Nick’s expression shifted to surprised. Sean’s lips parted before he got control of himself again, and Megan felt a rush of power. She caressed the thrusting dick with her tongue, then lowered the vibrator and ran it across the burning tips of her breasts. The humming sensation on her nipples made her want to scream. Quickly, she moved The Satisfier lower, to her belly, then lower again, to the thin fabric barely covering the curls between her legs. The vibrator hummed against her, and she moaned, her whole body shuddering from the pleasure of it.
    A split-second later, Nick and Sean were on the stage.

Chapter 8
    Megan switched off the vibrator and dropped it on the table behind her, scattering bullets and beads. Nick grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him so fast and hard that he lifted her off the stage.
    She melded herself to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on tight as he kissed her fiercely, feeding her desperate desire with each thrust of his tongue. He tasted like mint and man, and she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t even want to breathe, and she never wanted him to stop, but he did. He pulled back and spun her firmly around, and Sean took her by both wrists.
    Sean yanked her closer, rubbing the length of his hard body against hers as he claimed her lips, letting his erection press firmly into her belly. Sean tasted like wine, something red and tart and exquisite. He slid his hands down and cupped her ass, and he squeezed the flesh again and again.
    Tongue to tongue, chest to chest, he kissed her, then he kissed her again and she moaned into his mouth as Nick moved in behind her, pinning her tighter to Sean. She felt her bared, oiled nipples strain against the silk fabric of his shirt.
    “You shouldn’t have touched yourself like that, honey,” Nick whispered in her ear, proving he could do erotic menace every bit as well as his brother. “That was way past naughty.”
    Megan’s body stocking shifted under Sean’s palms as he stroked her ass. Then he broke the kiss and spun her toward Nick.
    Nick stepped away like he had planned to get out of the way, Sean propelled her forward, and that fast, Megan found herself bent over the toy table, her arms pinned behind her by Nick or Sean—she couldn’t see which. Her face pressed against dildos and tubes of oil, and her ass was sticking up in the air, totally vulnerable except for thin lace and tiny bows. Her lips pulsed from where the brothers had kissed her, and she was so wet between her legs she could feel the moisture slipping down her thighs.
    “I’m going to punish you for that insolence,” Sean said as he turned her loose.
    Before Megan could gather her thoughts enough to even remember her stupid safe word, she heard the pop of leather and cried out from a searing flash of pain on her right cheek.
    What was—oh, God!
    Another pop,