“Babe, just look at it,” Leo says. “He already designed the whole thing. It’s fucking perfect. Why would I change it?” He looks at me and then frowns. “Or maybe you’re not down with the whole idea at all now.” Lifting his fingers to my cheek, he says, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I force a smile and shake my head. “Really. It is beautiful. You should definitely keep it. I’m just a little overwhelmed by how amazing all the photos are. Seeing them again just makes me really self-conscious.”
“No shit, they’re amazing, and you’re fucking beautiful in all of them. Though I think some of the ones he picked out are definitely more for your enjoyment than mine.” He skips back a few to a series that focuses on his impressive tattooed back and bare ass. One in particular is the moment when I’m on my knees in front of him, and my fingers are just venturing up between his ass cheeks. There are others of his face and his body flexing while he fucks me. But he lingers on the series of my ass spread across his hips and his hands digging into the pale flesh. “This is my favorite.” He gives me a teasing grin.
I roll my eyes. “Maybe you should get that tattooed on you.”
“Maybe I will. You know what, I’m going to call Mad Dog now and tell him to redo the artwork. I want this.”
He reaches for his phone, and I smack his arm. “Don’t you dare!”
He holds his hand out of my reach and starts to dial. He apparently has Maddox on speed-dial. The man is serious about his tattoos, so it isn’t surprising that he has his favorite tattoo artist so readily at his fingertips, but it still gives me a shot of hope.
I call his bluff and huff out a breath. “Fine. You want a second butthole, be my guest. The two of you clearly got off on ogling it. Maybe he’d like a tattoo of it himself. You can have matching tattoos of my asshole and call yourselves the butt brothers.”
Leo belts out a laugh that melts my annoyance and has me giggling for all its exuberance. Dropping his phone, he pushes the laptop aside and pulls me into his lap. He nuzzles my neck, and his hands coast down my hips to land on my ass. Squeezing hard, he rumbles, “Baby, if you’d just let me have a taste, I could get it out of my system. Just humor me once and try. If you hate it, we never have to do it again.”
If it weren’t for the fact that he never begs or negotiates this way for anything, I’d shoot him down again. It isn’t that I think it’s gross—obviously, I love how much he enjoys it when I finger his ass—it just feels like too much of an invasion, not to mention he’s huge and the idea is a little frightening. His fingers stray between my cheeks, grazing the more sensitive skin through the thin fabric of my pajamas.
With an exasperated groan, I clench and push his hands away. “You know what? If you want it so bad, you try it first.”
He halts his groping and leans back, giving me a lazy, lusty look. “You already tried it, ángel. You know I get off on you fingering my ass.”
Tingly warmth floods my insides as an idea occurs to me. I’m halfway certain he’ll shoot it down instantly, but if he doesn’t, it’ll be worth it. I shake my head. “No, I mean for real. You first. Not my fingers. Full anal, for real.”
He goes still and narrows his eyes, processing my proposal. “You want to wear a strap-on and fuck me? That’s kinky even for you, but I’m game.”
My body flushes, and I swallow, then go for broke. “No, Leo. I want you to let someone fuck you. I want you to let Maddox fuck you. Then I’ll let you do whatever you want to my ass.”
He starts to shake his head, but his erection is a bruising lump pressing into my hip.
I grab both sides of his head and stare into his eyes. “How much do you want it?”
A nervous laugh stutters out of him. “You’re bluffing.”
“No, you were bluffing about the tattoo. I know how seriously you take your ink. Even having my precious rosebud as a tattoo would be too tacky. I’m not bluffing. The idea doesn’t appeal to me for a variety of reasons, but I need to know exactly how serious you are about wanting it. You ask Maddox for this, and I’ll let you have what you want. I went through with the photo shoot. I’ll go through with this too.”
“Why Maddox? What if he says no? Dude isn’t even into me that way.”
“Because we trust him. And I think you’d be surprised. You know he enjoyed photographing us. Don’t you think he’d have enjoyed being part of it?” I’m fully on board with the scheme now and ready to do anything to convince him. So far, his lack of complete rejection of the idea gives me hope. Maddox already admitted to me how he feels about Leo, and I have a feeling Leo at least harbors deep affection for Maddox. I love them both so much, I have to try, because if I don’t, I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering if the three of us could have had the kind of love my parents tried and failed to have with Amador.
“Yeah, fucking you maybe, but not me. No man in his right mind would look at you and not want a piece.”
I tilt my head to the side and pose a question I would never have asked had I not already opened this particular can of worms. “Would it bother you to see that? Him fucking me, I mean.” I go a little breathless, searching
