Page 130 of Taking Turns

I lean into her neck and kiss her softly, making her body shudder and tremble. “Smith’s apartment,” I whisper. “Has he ever taken you up there?”

She melts into my chest, her body soft and pliable. God, this is going to be the best quad we’ve had. I don’t think we’ve ever had a girl we liked so much before. I know how this ends, but I like her. So I’m gonna enjoy every second of tonight. “No,” she says.

“He’s in charge tonight, Chella. I’m gonna tell you the rules—”

“Rules?” She spins around to face me. “What rules? When we’re all together there are no rules.”

“Well…” I smile at her. “That’s mostly true. But see… maybe you haven’t noticed, but we like to spring new things on you at the last minute. To keep it all interesting.”

She scowls at me. Pouts, really. Hands on hips, her lower lip slightly protruding. “What are they?”

“Number One,” I say. “Smith is in charge. If he tells you to do something, you do it.”

“No questions?” Chella asks, raising one eyebrow.

“None.”

“Good. I’m into that.”

I let my chuckle because I know it’s true. She is into this. So much more than any other girl we’ve ever had before. “Number Two,” I continue. “He can tell you not to do something.”

“Quin,” she says, frowning for real this time. “Please tell me he’s not going to stop me from having all of you.”

“God, you’re such a little slut!”

She laughs. “I’ve been telling you that for weeks. He won’t do that, will he?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. He and Bric came to an understanding.”

“What kind of understanding?”

“Smith’s in charge. Usually Bric is in charge. But also that…” I hesitate. Bric called me a few hours ago, and we talked about Smith’s concerns. How he handled it. I wasn’t told not to say anything to Chella, but perhaps Bric just assumed?

“Also what? Tell me, Quin. I always feel like I’m in the dark with you guys. I don’t need to know everything but a little more information would go a long way.”

She’s right. She deserves to know what’s going on. Not all of it is mine to tell, so I’m not gonna give her everything. But a little more won’t hurt. “Bric said you needed it and Smith needed to give in to what you needed.”

She frowns again. “What’s that mean?”

“I think, Chella… you’re the only one who really knows. But I’m answering your question. Whether or not Smith will deny you what you want. And my answer is no. I don’t know how he’ll handle it, but he will handle it.”

“Do think he’ll blindfold me?”

“No.” I laugh. Why would he do that?”

“They did last week when we were together. To keep me anxious, I think.”

“No blindfolds,” I tell her, swiping a piece of hair away from her eyes. “We want you to see everything tonight.”

She draws in a deep breath and finally—finally—there are the nerves that should’ve put in an appearance as soon as I walked into her apartment.

“Are you ready?” I ask, taking her hand.

She nods her head and says, “I’m ready.”

“Then let’s go.”

Chapter Thirty-Five - Bric