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Fuck, fuck, fuuuck. He meant it as a metaphor, but damn him for making cannibalism sound hot.
He took my hand and made as if to kiss the back. Instead he ran his tongue under a fingertip, then sucked on it. Heat sped straight to my pussy. I stared at where he held my hand. “Grayson isn’t sure if he’ll let me have a piece of you.”
“That depends on her.”
“Emme.” Axl met my eyes. “All you have to do is say yes.”
Then he kissed and sucked on another fingertip. I tugged to get my hand back. He hung onto it.
Or I could just say fuck and come on the spot. The waiters will be seeing this. The other diners will.
Frantically, I looked about. A few people were glancing our way. Most were too busy eating and talking.
“How wet do you think she is making that chair, Grayson?”
The bastard chuckled. “Very.”
I cleared my throat.
“Please, stop?” I guess I was whining. “If this is some sort of agreement we are really considering, that is making it difficult for me to sort through it all.”
After a last hard look, he released my hand.
I placed it carefully on my lap, trying to forget how my nerves had run sensations, hot, from my fingers to pussy. They were right. I was so very wet, and I wanted to squirm.
“So,” I looked from Axl to Grayson. “What is this? A CNC relationship? Honestly, I have tried that before. After a while, something breaks, and I lose the fantasy.”
Grayson grunted. “Same here.” His chair creaked as he shifted and laid one foot on his knee. He put both hands behind his head and stretched his back. That emphasized the broadness of his chest and wrote folds of cloth about his biceps, and I drank in the sight.
I swear my nostrils flared. This is it, I decided. With Grayson at least. I needed this.
“I want to try, though. How else can I tell if I don’t try? Maybe it will work. My sex life needs it.” I smiled, raised my shoulders, then dropped them.
“So does ours. And you agree to Axl, too?”
Nervously I eyed his friend. “Sure.”
“You’re more afraid of me than him. That makes me hungrier.” Axl’s grin was wolfish.
“Nothing beats a little fear, and a lot of mindfucks. You like them. We love them.” Grayson dropped his foot to the floor and leaned in, close. “Remember, it will be consensual non-consent. Tell us to piss off and we go away.”
“Not like before,” I said softly, and I wasn’t exactly doubting him, but raising the topic to be sure.
Grayson shook his head.
Axl, once I eyed him, agreed. “Not like before.”
I blinked, wondering what I was getting into. “Limits, safewords?”
“None, for now.”
“What the fuck?” Red flag! But again, this fascinated me. They were the angler fish dangling their lures in the deep dark sea, and I was a dumb fish swimming by and taking a bite.
Grayson weaved his hand across the table and between the dishes, caught mine, and pulled my hand a little nearer to him. “You can trust us and negotiate later. Or go. Leave now. Say no. You see, I know how we both need that indefinable something more.”
“More dangerous?” I gulped, watching his fingers as he played, threading them through mine and locking them down.
“Yes.”
