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“It can’t be that hard a decision.” I was surprised by his hesitation.
“It’s not. Or rather,something’shard, but…”
Brooke pushed away from me and stood. I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or disappointed.
“Are we allowed to do this?” she asked.
Disappointed. Or confused. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
She shrugged. “I thought you and I were…” She sighed. “A couple.”
“I did too.” I needed to remember I couldn’t make assumptions about people seeing the world the way I did. “I’m pretty sure that means we are. But if I want to have sex with both you and Deacon, and you want to have sex with Deacon and me, and Deacon wants… You see where this is going… If all three of us agree, it seems like we’re allowed to do it.”
“Then why don’t more people do it?” Brooke asked. “It’s obviously really incredible.”
“Because more people don’t agree.” About a lot of things, but this wasn’t the time to get philosophical. I stood and grasped her hands. “But if you’re not interest—”
“I am. I very much am.”
Deacon let out a short laugh.
I shot him a look that I hoped conveyeddon’t you dare make her feel bad or dumb about this.
He looked back with wide eyes that I hoped just as much meantI wouldn’t ever. “A little rope and a lot of wax sounds like a perfect next step to the evening, in my opinion.”
“Rope?” Brooke’s voice came out in a squeak and the pink of her flush spread along her neck and arms.
This was going to be so much fun.
I grasped one of her hands and Deacon took the other, and we led her upstairs. With each step, my cock rubbed against my zipper with agonizing friction. After a week of make-out sessions, I was ready to explode from anticipation.
Especially if Deacon was involved.
In my bedroom, I pulled out the trunk with my supplies, and set the wax up to start melting. Next I grabbed a worn, comfortable blanket from the same box. The comforter wasn’t anything special—it came from a thrift store—but I used it exclusively for play, so laying it on the bed made me harder.
I tossed a bundle of silk rope on top of it, and turned to Brooke. “This is the same as before—if you want to stop, you tell me. You have to tell me or I won’t know.” It sounded obvious, but the rules were important to drive home.
She was flushed and her lips glistened from where she kept running her tongue over them. “Okay.”
I knelt at her feet and undid the laces on her boots. I helped her step out one shoe at a time, followed by her socks, and Deacon tugged her shirt over her head. Last, I pushed her jeans to the ground.
Brooke was wearing a matching pink bra and panty set, trimmed with lace and just a few shades darker than her skin. I could be dim, but I recognized exactly what the underwear meant—she’d been prepared to tell meyestonight.
I’d have to make sure not to disappoint.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Deacon muttered.
The fact that I was hard enough to drill a hole through the floor with my cock reinforced how much I agreed.
Brooke clasped her hands in front of her, managing demure in practically nothing.
Fuck, this woman…
“Lingerie stays on,” I said. “Protect the more sensitive bits.” Though I couldn’t help but glide a hand under the elastic of her waistband, along her bare skin, making her shiver.
“On your back. Middle of the bed,” I ordered.
Brooke complied.
