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I reached my arms up over my head to stretch, to arch my back into the playful touch. My hand hit something hard and cold. The handcuffs. Holding them up, I let them dangle from one of my fingers as I turned my head from one side to the other to gaze up at each of my men. The hand between my legs stilled.
“I can’t believe you let me think I was trapped in these things.”
Jackson’s grin was completely unrepentant. “It worked, didn’t it? It got you into bed with us.”
“I didn’t need to be handcuffed for that to happen.”
“But you liked it. Knowing you were stuck with me. Then later, when you were just cuffed and at our mercy.” Jackson circled my clit. “The tips of my fingers are coated. You’re wet for us just talking about it.”
“No, I’m wet for you…still. And it worked because your cocks are huge,” I said. Feigning a scowl, I did my best to look put-out but they weren’t fooled. Especially because their huge cocks were definitely not a complaint.
“It worked because you like to be tied up,” Jackson added. “You like two men to dominate you, to tell you what to do. To fuck you until you pass out.”
Jackson brought his hand out from beneath the covers, licked his fingers that had been inside me. God, that was hot.
Dash took hold of my chin and turned me so I had to look at him. His fingers were gentle, the long line of his body hard, yet so very warm. “You should have figured out by now that we’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with us. Even if it takes handcuffs.”
I couldn’t miss the dark look in his eyes. It was too intense. Too honest. Even Jackson seemed unusually stoic as he waited for me to respond.
They were serious. About me. About us.
Panic had me struggling to sit up again. It wasn’t just panic at the thought of them wanting me—and trust me, as a Bridgewater native, I knew exactly what that entailed. No, what had my adrenaline pumping was the weird longing I felt in my chest. They wanted me…and it seemed some part of me was tempted to want them right back. And for more than a wild night. No handcuffs needed. And it wasn’t just my vagina.
Fuck. That was so not part of the plan. I was only here for a couple more days. After that I’d leave Bridgewater behind, as always. Tempting or not, it wasn’t in the cards. They weren’t in the cards.
But the night wasn’t over and I so did not want to go there tonight. They weren’t pushing the issue so why would I ruin a perfectly fun time by talking about the future? Especially when I knew there was no future, not for us, at least.
They were watching me with concern, probably because of the way I’d bolted upright like a scaredy-cat. They may have been in control before, but I decided my fate. And I was taking that one day at a time. One night. And tonight, I’d stay right between them.
I turned to face them with a wicked grin, still dangling the cuffs from one finger. “Tell me, boys, can’t you think of some other way to control me without having to lock me up?”
Their answering smiles were sexy as hell.
“You want us in control again?” Dash asked, his dimple creasing his cheek.
I bit my lip, nodded.
Dash pushed the blankets down to the foot of the bed, gripped his cock. “Suck me, baby doll, while Jackson fucks your ass.”
My eyes widened at the dark words. Really dark. Jackson reached out, grabbed the lube and another condom from the bedside table.
For all of Dash’s dominant tone, he winked at me. Yeah, while they might be in control, I definitely had all the power. I wanted this with them. No, I wanted them. And so I came up onto my knees and submitted. All night long.
9
AVERY
* * *
Two one-night-stands with the same guys. This was something of a record. Guys, plural, definitely, but it was the twice thing that was a big deal. They dropped me off at my parents’ place on their way to the animal hospital. I’d hoped it was after my parents left for work to avoid any horrifyingly personal questions about my overnight activities, but that was not to be.
They were home. And arguing.
“—at least do it where no one knows about it,” my mother said, her voice sharp. Loud enough to carry from the kitchen.
I silently closed the front door behind me, took off my coat.
“Please,” my father countered. “Everyone working at the hotel on 7th knows about you and your man candy.”
