Page 143 of Pretty Broken Wings

I wait for him, unbuttoning my shirt. His eyes go wide, staring at me as I strip down to my bra.

“Gage?” I say, leaning into him.

“Huh?” he asks, eyes locked on my tits in my bra.

I lean into him, whispering into his ear. “You can touch me.”

I feel his body respond, pulling against the ropes, but he can only move the smallest bit. He makes a sound of distress. A whimper, really. And it shoots straight down to my clit.

Then, Gage’s lips are on my neck, kissing and nipping until I pull away. He tries to clear the stricken look from his face when a sound pulls my focus away.

“Damn, you’re cold.” Axel nods at me with an approving look in his eye. And suddenly, I feel awkward again. I’m sitting on his brother with my shirt off for both of them to see. Are they going to get mad? Jealous?

I glance back at Gage, but he’s only focused on me, and his eyes look hungry. I’m too scared to look at Axel, although I can feel his smoldering gaze all over my skin.

“Come here,” Gage says in a low voice.

“I’m right here,” I say, reaching around to unclip my bra. When it falls away, both men pull in a breath. Then my tits arethere in Gage’s face, but not quite close enough for him to lean his head forward to touch.

He tries though.

“Raven,” he strains at the ropes.

“Hmmm?”

Gage fights the restraints, his large body twisting and bucking. For a second, I worry he’ll get out, and that just makes me get even wetter. But the ties hold, and he remains where he is, chest heaving.

“Raven, please.” There’s a note of desperation in his tone. A pretty sound. One I’ve been aching to hear this whole time.

“I want your pants off.” I start to try to take them down, but it’s difficult with him secured in the chair. He can get some clearance off the seat, but not enough to clear the thick band.

Axel moves beside me, leaving the room and coming back with a pair of scissors. I eye the sweatpants sadly. I like these. Gage will have to get more.

I move to the band, and Gage stills, eyes on mine.

“I won’t cut you,” I promise.

“Booo,” Axel says. I glare at him. He just winks. “You can cut me anytime you want.”

“Not happening,” I mutter, slicing through Gage’s pants after some considerable sawing. As soon as I’m done, I clear his underwear too. Gage’s dick pops out, hard and bobbing. My mouth waters at the sight of it, remembering how it felt, throbbing in my throat last night. I slide my own pants down, pointedly ignoring Axel right beside us. My cheeks heat, and I try to focus just on Gage. I shimmy out of my pants.

“Damn,” Axel says, all traces of joking gone from his voice. I risk a look at him, and he swallows hard, the mask he usually wears gone. Instead, he’s looking at me with unfiltered lust.

I sit on Gage’s lap, feeling his warmth against my now naked body.

“Condom,” he gasps.

I glance down at him. I’m clean, but I’m not on birth control. I haven’t needed it since I left Max.

“I’m clean.” He bucks his hips as much as he can. “Axel, top drawer in my bedroom.”

As Axel leaves, I lean into Gage while he’s gone, embarrassment curling up my spine.

“God, Raven, you make me so fucking hot.” There’s a throaty sound in Gage’s voice. “Fuck, Axel, hurry up!”

“Easy.” Axel returns, laughing. He drops a packet between our chests, the packaging scratching as it falls between us.

I glance over at Axel while unwrapping the condom. He just lifts an eyebrow.