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I shake my head. “And do any of you have handcuffs?”
Thank you, tequila, but for fuck’s sake, what am I getting myself into?
Tank’s voice is low and raspy. “You want me to hunt you down, handcuff you, and fuck you like the bad girl you are?”
I raise my eyebrows. When he puts it that way, tequila doesn’t show any sympathy. “If you’re up for it.”
Without wasting another second, Winger takes control. “I’m going to drive her back to my house in her car. I’ll leave my bike here. You two meet us there.”
I can’t believe Winger is in my car, driving me to his house in the Cherry Ridge foothills. I’m torn between saying something to pass the time on the drive, but I’m worried that anything I say could kill the mood.
I sit with my hands clasped in my lap and focus on breathing in and out over and over again, while I process that I’ve just asked my three dream guys to chase me, handcuff me, and have sex with me.
It would be prudent to make a game plan on how to reveal the little tidbit about my virginity. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t used a vibrator, so I’ve had penis-shaped items complete with veins and vibrations in my hoo-ha.
Perhaps it’s the tequila throwing its rally cap on, but I make the decision not to tell them I’ve never had sex. I want to find out what it’s like to be taken.
Five
Tank
TheridetoWinger’shouse didn’t help me cool off. If anything, knowing that he got to be in the car alone with her skyrocketed my jealousy.
Tiny opens the car door as I roll my bike to a stop. She takes one look at Winger’s cobblestone driveway and pulls her high heels off before hopping out. Shoes in hand, she rushes around the car and lets him guide her to the front door.
While he’s unlocking it, I step behind Sasha, grab her hips, and dip my fingers toward her sex so I can tease the sensitive spot at the top of her legs.
How can I be holding my future when I swore off relationships? Trusting my gut on the job has been vital. Trusting my gut around women, not so much.
The wiggle of her hips against me has my dick hard. Her fantasy has taunted me from the moment it rolled from her lips.
She’s different. She’s what I’ve always needed.
Winger shoves the front door open, and steps inside, turning the light on. Purge positions himself between us and the door as if inviting us to enter.
Leaning down, I say into Sasha’s ear, “You better run.”
She startles. “What?”
“You said you wanted to be chased, and I wasn’t joking about finding you and fucking you.”
“Here?” Her bold request contrasts the hints of innocence.
I’m holding too tightly for her to get away, but I didn’t expect her body to go rigid. She’s not trying to escape. Which creates a real problem because I don’t want her to. I’ve already found her.
“It’s your fantasy, you get to pick.” I motion toward the open door. “Inside or out?”
She looks over her shoulder, and her playfulness returns. “You’ll have to let go to find out.”
My heart is pounding so hard, I can’t believe I’m able to stay laser-focused. I’ve never played like this before, and to say I’m aroused is an understatement. My cock is pumping pre-cum into my underwear. I’m more alive than I thought possible.
My senses heighten to take in every shuffle of feet, every shift in the breeze, every twinkle of a star, and every scent of her shampoo, perfume, and sex…her sweet, addictive sex.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods and wiggles but my grip stays firm. I have her where I want her, letting go is counterintuitive…except for some deep, primal need that’s salivating at the thought of giving her a head start, tracking her down, then claiming her.
The rush is already intense.
