Page 133 of Off the Rails

With each passing minute, Tess’ moans grew more fevered. I knew she was close — I could tell from the way her stomach muscles tensed, the way her pussy clenched around me.

Pulling my hand away for just a moment, I spit on my fingers. When I returned them to her body, I slid two of them in along with my strap, curling against her walls while my thumb continued to work her clit. “That’s it baby. Let me see you break.”

Apparently, that did the trick. Before I knew it, Tess was practically quaking against me, screaming her pleasure even as Nash filled her throat. Her entire being tensed, a gush of satisfaction splashing from her core down to the concrete.

My jaw dropped as I took in the mess. And as her body began to relax back against the ropes, the bell dropped to the floor.

Nash pulled out of her instantly while I reached for the safety shears in my pocket. In a matter of five seconds, I had her off the suspension, resting carefully in Nash’s arms instead.

At my instruction, Nash set her on the ground. And in another ten, all of the ties had been removed. All that was left were the faint indents the rope had left behind.

“You okay, Tess?” Nash furrowed her brow.

But lying back on the cement with her head in Nash’s lap, Tess just looked between us dreamily. “Fuck… that was… fuck.”

For a moment, my heart lurched with concern. Had we pushed her too far?

But then she started to laugh. “God, does that always feel that good?”

Relief flooded my body — Nash’s too, apparently. Before I knew it, all three of us were laughing.

I stroked a strand of blonde away from her sweat-soaked face. “I mean, it’s never felt as good for me as it does with you. Nothing does.”

Nash pulled her closer, letting Tess lean back against her chest for support as we all sat on the ground. “You have a way of doing that, Sweet Lamb.”

“Doing what?”

“Making everything better.”

We stayed like that on the floor for a few minutes, grabbing Tess water and getting some clothes on her before she caught a chill. And then, once she was ready, I swept her up into my arms and carried her home.

The sun was nearly rising by the time we left Space Summit. The early morning air had a chill to it that made Tess cling harder to me for warmth. I’d given her a spare hoodie from my hideout, but the poor girl was dripping with sweat — despite how little she’d moved, being tied up like that was a lot of stress on the body.

But as she nuzzled her face into my neck, drifting to sleep in my arms, I couldn’t help but hum with satisfaction. I didn’t need the ropes to have Tess submit anymore.

I won.

73

TESS

I was so exhausted from our practice hunt that Nash and Blade had to nearly drag me out of the loft the next afternoon.

Even the noise of Nash making breakfast and the bright sun in my bedroom couldn’t stir me from my slumber.

Our little chase — and everything Blade and her ropes put me through — had taken every ounce of my energy. And despite having lost, I felt more confident when I woke to the gentle knock on my door.

Nash and Blade stood in my doorway, filling the frame easily with both of their muscular bodies.

“Upsy, Daisy, Trinket.” Blade grinned, licking her knowing lips. “We’ve got a reward for you.”

At first I was reluctant, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with Butch and doze to his soft purrs.

But it was impossible to resist my two roommates’ charm. After a little playful convincing, I got up, picked a casual outfit and walked with them down to the Cadillac.

It was a short drive to Valemont, and the entire time I stared out the windows — searching for any hint I could muster.

My eyebrows lifted in shock when I saw the towering, neon sign over a mostly empty parking lot. “A bowling alley?”