“I was.”
“Tied to what?”
“A chair.”
“Okay, you’re going to need to give me more details than that.”
I shut the door behind us and start rummaging through the bag for my toothbrush. I recount the events of last night and this morning, and she can barely contain herself.
“B. You’re in so much trouble.”
“Shut up.”
“Seriously, if it were anyone else, you would have just left when you started getting tired, or you would have gotten yourself out of those knots just to prove a point.”
“So.” I use my toothbrush in my mouth as an excuse not to say anything else.
“You’re so fucking dense sometimes, you know that?”
“Mhm,” I mumble around my toothbrush.
“Alright, I’ll drop it.”
I spit and rinse out my mouth, still not giving her anything.
“Can you at least promise me that you’re not going to break this poor guy's heart?”
“I think it’s a little too late for that.”
We look at each other in the mirror with straight faces until one of us cracks, and then we both start laughing.
“What the fuck am I doing, Fia?”
“I don’t know, girl, but I’m dying to see how this all plays out.” She pats me on the back and turns toward the door. “I’m gonna head back out there so he doesn’t think we’re fucking in here without him.”
When I return, I find that Fia’s still here. Now, a normal person would be mad or jealous, but I’m actually comforted by her presence. It makes this seem more chill and relaxed, not so serious. It helps distract me from the fact that I’m doing a thing I swore I’d never do, and I’m doing it two nights in a row.
The two of them are snuggled up on the couch watching a show. Without saying a word, I walk over to them and plop myself down across both their laps. I grab a throw pillow off the floor and put it under my head with my arms wrapped around it. Fia, whose lap my chest is resting on, starts playing with my hair and scratching my head. The feeling makes my skin pebble, and I’m about ready to melt into this couch.
Kass has a lovely view of my ass, and I can almost guarantee he’s checking it out right now in my cotton shorts that barely cover my cheeks. His hand starts to explore the back of my thigh, finally resting just below my ass. This thumb strokes lazily across my bare skin.
If there’s a heaven, this is it.
Chapter Sixteen
KASS
It all started with B lying across mine and Fia's laps. Then I couldn't control myself, so I got a little handsy. That led to Blake moaning and touching Fia, which led to where we are now.
The girls are sitting on my bed while I pull out my box of fun.
"What's in it?" Fia asks.
"All sorts of things. What do you guys want to play with first?"
"Rope," B says definitively.
"Didn't get enough this morning?" I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to tie her up again.
