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Adam clamped his jaw shut, and shock splashed across Brooke’s face. I breathed deeply through my nostrils, clawing to lock away the memories again.
SIXTEEN
BROOKE
I wantedto hear Deacon’s story, but it was impossible to miss the edge in his voice.
“It’s late. We should get some sleep.” Deacon’s tone flattened and he stood.
“I’ll go sleep on the couch.” Adam started to climb from the bed.
Just because they were younger than me didn’t mean they could act like children. I grabbed Adam’s wrist and gripped tight. “It’s going to get cold in here tonight, and that’s why we’re all in here to begin with. We all just had sex a few hours ago, so it’s not like we haven’t gotten up close and personal with each other. Get your butts back in the bed.”
“Kind of sexy when you say it like that.“ Adam settled in next to me again.
Deacon stayed as well. “We’re supposed to keep an eye on you after all.”
“Better.”
The silence that settled in was a billion times more awkward than being naked on all fours in front of two men had been. I searched my brain for something neutral to try to get them talking again.Oh. “What are the candles for?” I had a nagging suspicion in the back of my mind thanks to a conversation with Carly, but I didn’t want to assume.
“Lighting the room,” Deacon said.
“Looking pretty,” Adam added.
That couldn’t be the entire answer. Not with the look they shared when Adam pulled the candles out. “So Adam has a full stash of gorgeous unscented candles, an entire rainbow, that he just happens to keep hidden away?”
Adam’s smirk was telling. “I was a good Boy Scout.”
“I like a man in uniform.” Deacon leaned forward to look Adam over. “Probably not that one, but…”
This was so much better than the tension a few minutes ago. “Now tell me the real reason.”
The men exchanged looks, and Deacon shook his head with a faint frown.
Like I wasn’t going to notice? I gave my full attention to Adam—they were his candles, after all, and he seemed more likely to open up about almost anything than Deacon.
His smile was endearingly sheepish. “Yeah, yeah. Not like I can tell youno.” He picked up one of the candles. “Hold out your arm, with the inside facing up.”
I was far too curious to do anything but comply.
He grabbed my wrist with his free hand, his grip tight. The instant he tipped the candle, my impulse was to jerk out of his touch, but fascination won out. He drizzled hot wax in a lazy serpentine along my skin.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth at the burn, but the pain wasn’t as intense as I expected. It was also kind of hot in other ways. The kind of ways that coiled in my belly and traveled lower.
He let me go, and I twisted my arm this way and that, examining the simple but lovely pattern. “This is what they’re for? It’s pretty.”
“Once you’re stripped down”—Adam set the candle down—“they’re for covering your body with artwork.”
When Carly had explained wax play, it didn’t sound so great, but the way Adam watched me, and the lingering sting on my skin made a pulse throb between my thighs. “So, it’s a sex thing?” I asked.
Adam brushed my hair from my check and hovered his mouth near my ear. His hot breath brushed my cheek. “You tell me. Do you think you could get off after something like that?”
“Maybe.” With the shivers of anticipation spilling through me, I wondered if I could get off just thinking about it.
“Do you want to try?” Deacon asked.
“So very much.” I snapped my jaw shut. Did I just say that out loud?
