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So did Adam’s wicked, playful smirk.
“Just like that.” Deacon’s voice was thick.
Adam tangled his fingers with mine. “We should take this upstairs.”
“We did it downstairs the other day.” I wasn’t picky about the location, but a teensy part of me was terrified that if we moved, this entire fantasy would fall apart, and I’d wake up to a much less sexy reality.
Adam tugged me gently toward the stairs. “You’ll want to get comfortable for this.”
“For you to slap my butt.”
“Yes.” He paused and leaned closer. “Because I promise it’s going to sting.”
Oh, geez. I was already more turned on than I thought possible, and we hadn’t really started.
As we headed past the main floor and up to the second where Deacon’s apartment was, I swore it was obvious what we were about to do.
It wasn’t. I hung out here a bit and had a good reason for being here today. There was nothing unusual, and it wasn’t as if anyone was paying attention to us anyway.
That didn’t stop me from feeling like I had a hugeI’m about to sleep with two menneon sign flashing above my head. How was I going to do something I had a hard time even saying in my own head? I had no clue, but as much as my mind stumbled over the words, my body was humming with the desire to find out.
I was barely aware of what Deacon and Adam were saying when we got upstairs, because my pulse was hammering so hard in my ears. There was something about using Deacon’s room because his bed was bigger, and he had that heavy headboard…
And now I was thinking about why that mattered, and I was straddling a wobbly, terrifying line between anticipation and anxiety.
“Hey.” Deacon’s heat against my back and his arms around my waist yanked me out of my thoughts and helped ground me. “You still here?”
Adam was in front of me, a gentle finger under my chin holding my gaze level with his. “You can stop any time. Now. Later. If it’s too much. If it’s not enough.”
What I meant to be a casual laugh came out more as a nervous titter. “I can’t imagine it not being enough.”
“Something to feel fortunate about.” Adam’s voice was playful. He pressed his lips to my forehead.
Some of the knots inside me loosened. This was terrifying, but the men were acting so much more like themselves than what I’d seen in the basement when Deacon walked in on us. These were my friends. People I trusted. I didn’t have the same agreement with Adam that I did with Deacon, but that just meant I was allowed to feel something for him.
I wasn’t going to further muddy my thoughts with that kind of logic. Not now. But I didn’t mind the possibility.
“Are you good?” Deacon’s question was all concern.
I appreciated that he was checking in, like he did last time. “Yes.”
And then they were stripping me out of my clothes a piece at a time, with so many tender kisses dotted in between. Part of me wanted to curl up and hide, not because of them, but because I was on display, naked in all my not-so-glory.
But the way Adam studied me, an easy smile tugging up his lips and appreciation in his eyes, lit my skin on fire. The way Deacon ran his hands over my body, over everything I thought was too wrinkly or pudgy or had stretch marks, and he never paused or pulled away, helped bolster my confidence.
Adam grasped my hand and led me to the bed. “Kneel on all fours.”
If I didn’t stop hesitating, tonight would never happen, but telling myself that didn’t unstick my feet from the floor.
“The position always feels awkward when you start,” Deacon said.
I looked at him. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Yes. You’re not the only one who feels that way. But once you realize what’s about to happen, the awkwardness is easy to ignore.”
“Can we get to that part?”
Adam’s chuckle was like strong, delicious fingers digging into me, and I couldn’t help but comply.
