Page 53 of Diary from an Inked Throne

Even though it had sent me into a dark, downward spiral to see that footage plastered on every news channel.

I needed my son’s face out there, but every time that video played, it cost me something.

My phone buzzed with an incoming message I was grateful for because it gave me something else to do, other than sit in my grief. Violet’s invitation to join her and her men for a dinner out came at exactly the right time. I flashed the screen at the guys. “Dinner with Violet and crew? X’s mom was apparently desperate for some grandkid time. She’s convinced them to get out of the house for a night.”

Apart from Levi and Lynx, my guys weren’t particularly close with Violet’s, but all three of them nodded eagerly. I suspected they were feeling as closed in by these four walls as I was. Especially after barely leaving them for the last few days in an attempt to avoid the paparazzi who had stalked us endlessly.

“It’s probably about time we showed our faces,” I mused. “It’s been fine to keep them guessing for a few days while we recouped, but we want the story to stay alive for as long as possible.”

“The four of us being seen out together should do the trick.” Dax stood, put his finger beneath my chin, and tilted my face up so he could kiss me. “Mmm. Your lips taste like jam.”

“You could call in sick to work and see if other parts of me also taste good,” I whispered.

He groaned, deepening the kiss so our tongues stroked together. But he eventually pulled back. “Tonight. After dinner, I’m coating your pussy in that jam just so I can lick it off.” He walked backward toward the door. “See you all tonight.”

I turned to Lynx and Luca. “What about you two? Got plans for the day?”

Lynx eyed me with a wicked grin. “I had none until Dax put the idea of licking jam off you in my head.”

Luca sniggered. “Same. But then I started looking at all the other food out here and wondered what else could go with it.”

He eyed the fruit bowl in the middle of the table and then winked at me suggestively.

I laughed at them both. “You just trying to make a fruit salad out of my body?”

Luca tilted his chair onto its back legs, folding his arms across his chest while he studied me. His collared shirt was rolled to his elbows and enough buttons undone to show off the patch of dark hair on his chest. “I was kind of thinking more about what sorts of fruit I could eat out of your body.”

I shook my head at him. “You’re a dirty, dirty man, Luca Guerra.”

He grinned, plonking his chair down again and resting his elbows on the kitchen table. “Maybe. But why are you looking at me like you’re hoping I’ll do it?”

I squeezed my thighs together, because of all the things I’d done in bedrooms, and other places with men, I’d never had someone make a suggestion like this.

Oddly, it got me kind of hot. I stood and went to walk away so he wouldn’t see the way I was reacting to his mouth.

Lynx caught my arm, pulling me down on his lap. He plucked a strawberry from the fruit bowl and ran it over my lips. “We got nowhere to be ’til dinner. I’m in the mood for fruit.”

I bit down on the strawberry, biting off half of it then chewing and swallowing. “It’s good. You want the other half?”

He nodded. “I do, but I want to know what it tastes like after I put it between your legs.”

My nipples pebbled at the imagery that produced in my head.

Me laid out on the kitchen table, legs spread wide, Lynx teasing me with fruit, pulsing it just slightly inside me, just enough that I could soak it in the juices already building between my legs.

I bit off the last of the strawberry, taking him by surprise, then leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Do it.”

I didn’t need to tell him twice.

He pulled the tie on my bathrobe, so it was easy to slip out of. He kissed me as he dragged my nightie up my legs, giving it a sharp tug to free it from beneath my ass. And then it was over my head and on the floor somewhere, leaving me naked on Lynx’s lap with all of our breakfast food still sitting on the table.

Luca made short work of that, clearing plates and glasses while I devoured Lynx’s mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself to him, loving the way it felt to have him fully clothed while I was so very naked. His fingers trailed up and down my skin, teasing me with featherlight touches, but all I could think about was what they were going to do to me once there wasn’t a fork left on the table to poke me in the ass.

I didn’t have to wait long. Lynx was just as aware of Luca as I was, and once the table was free of everything but the fruit bowl, Lynx fit his big fingers around my hips, sitting me up on the edge of the table and kissing me one more time before he pulled away.

“Lie back, Nyah.”

I sucked in a wobbly breath, laced with need, and did as I was told. The elegant wooden table was more than strong enough to take my weight. It was cold beneath my back, but the house was warm, the closed-off kitchen cozy.