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"It was. But you liked the idea of wearing a full head mask. Why?"
She wondered if Chris felt the thrum of awareness that went through her when Geoff shifted to a Master's tone, posing a question he expected to have answered. In her peripheral vision, she saw Chris's gaze lift back to her face. Geoff didn't break eye contact.
"I'm not sure," she said. "I think it's having all my senses muted like that. Sight and sound, the ability to talk. I'd have to rely on you for guidance, my only focus . . ."
"On what we want from you?"
She nodded, and he touched her mouth. "I want you to say it."
"Yes. I like that. The idea of all my focus being on that . . . If you like it." She lifted a shoulder. "They kind of go together."
"Same for us." Chris spoke. Geoff's touch had created a silken fall of her hair over her right shoulder. It was over her breast, so when Chris reached up to play with them, his knuckles rubbed her nipple. It peaked and tightened against the stimulation. Chris registered it, making slower passes. It still looked like he was just playing with her hair, but as her nipple sculpted into a tighter point, he squeezed it between his knuckles. She drew in a breath.
"She's so responsive, isn't she?" Geoff murmured. "We could keep her hot and wet all the time, ready for either of us to fuck."
"She's that way now," Chris responded. When he lifted his gaze to Geoff, she wasn't expecting that gesture of male accord to intensify her response, but it did. As her lips parted, swallowing air to manage her reaction, Chris kept playing with her nipple in that disguised way. He watched her mounting desire with ruthless fascination. Still holding her, Geoff unzipped the tote of snacks she'd brought and withdrew a glossy cherry tomato from a container.
"Open up, Sam."
He put it on her tongue. It was the size of a smallish golf ball, but before she could chew, he made a quelling noise. "Hold it in your mouth, lips closed. Don't bite it."
He sl
id her T-shirt off her shoulder, the bra strap with it, and found bare flesh. "She focuses more on her own responses when she can't talk," he said casually to Chris.
Her cheeks heated. When she lowered her eyes, Chris touched her chin. "Is that so?"
He uttered the three words with a vibration of sexual demand that kept her eyes down, focused on his forearm, because if she looked up she was sure anyone looking would see she was a woman being blatantly stimulated. She nodded.
"Hmm." Chris rubbed his nose along her inner thigh. "She always smells so good. I want to put my nose right up against her pussy. I'd stay like that so I could feel her jerk in that sexy little way she does when she wants more."
"You said you wanted more from both of us," Geoff said against her throat, scoring her with his teeth. "If Chris wants as much of you as I do, we might take it all . . . and then some."
He slid his hands down both her arms, back up. She'd never been so aware of her skin. The women at the picnic table were getting an eyeful now. There'd be no doubt at all that these men had a sexual claim on her, but despite her internal war between civilized restraint and her own surging libido, the libido won. Sam wanted them to know. She wanted the whole world to know. No matter their reaction, she'd embrace whatever Geoff and Chris wanted from her.
Geoff's words were more than a sensual threat. They were a promise. The two of them would have fantasies and desires she hadn't even contemplated, and she was eager to discover what they were. Up until these past couple of weeks, she'd explored her submission as more fantasy than fact, but finding that she trusted them enough to do her best to follow rule number two, to do what they told her to do and explore those fantasies together, only made her want to get started on that now. Now, now, now.
"I think we might be skating over the line of public decency laws," Geoff observed. "How about a postlunch hike to cool this down some?"
She shook her head, but Geoff slid a hand up to her shoulder, pinching the sensitive point between her neck and shoulder. "I wasn't talking to you, Sam." That mild Dom menace shot another direct reaction between her legs, but his voice was laced with amusement that made her want to roll her eyes at him as well. She didn't, though. She had a feeling he knew temptingly cruel ways to hold her on that line of discretion like a tight wire, all while getting her so aroused her panties would soak through.
Chris pressed another kiss to her thigh and rolled over, sitting back on his heels. "Sounds good." He cocked his head. "You going to make her hold that tomato in her mouth, or let her swallow it?"
"I was just enjoying the silence," Geoff said. She tried to elbow him in the stomach and he stopped her, chuckling. Brushing a kiss along her cheek, he held there. "Give it to me, sweet girl. I want to taste what's in your mouth." He captured her lips, parting them with his own. She relinquished the tomato in a moist, heated tangle of tongues and teeth before he drew back, bit and chewed.
She slid her fingertips along his lips, collecting some of the juice that had escaped. He kissed her lips again, lightly this time, and then pushed her up into Chris's waiting arms. He accepted Chris's free hand to pull him to his own feet. "All right," Geoff said. "Let's go work up a sweat the publicly acceptable way. For now."
*
Though it took a while, she was ultimately glad for Geoff's suggestion to take a break. The breathers gave them the chance to explore the new intimacy of their connection, not just as sex, but as three people falling in love.
No, correct that. They'd made that step long ago. This was finally exploring and enjoying it, realizing they had time to do that. It didn't have to be rushed in a conflagration of hormones, though she was sure none of them objected to the occasional bonfire.
On their hike, they found a softball abandoned on one of the baseball fields and Geoff started a game of keep away, nominating her and him to keep it away from Chris first. She shot a ground ball between his legs and Geoff narrowly evaded Chris in a feint and dodge as he snatched it up and fired it back to her. With Chris thundering down on her, she lobbed it over his head and gasped, laughing as he seized her around the waist and dumped her over his shoulder, circling to face Geoff again and calling to him to throw the ball, which Chris neatly caught.
"That is so cheating," she protested.
"It's completely acceptable to tackle or carry someone to keep them from getting the ball," Chris disagreed.
