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“Different how?” Vic asks, his analytical mind clearly intrigued by that.
Willow frowns as if she’s thinking. “I’m not sure. It’s just… different. In a good way, I mean. I just think I could tell each of you apart by your different styles, even if I couldn’t see you.”
“Even if you were blindfolded?” I ask, a challenge sparking in my mind.
“Sure.” She lifts one delicate shoulder in a shrug.
“Well, that’s good enough for me.” I scoop Willow up from the floor and get to my feet.
She yelps in surprise, holding on to me. “What are you doing?”
I tighten my hold on her, looking down at her as if the answer should be obvious.
“Come on now, pretty girl. You can’t just throw down a challenge like that without being prepared to prove it. So my brothers and I are going to have an eating contest.”
35
WILLOW
My heart skipsa beat as I realize what Ransom has in mind here.
My arousal spikes, my pussy clenching with anticipation. Ransom sets me on the bed and then rummages through one of the bags on the floor, coming up with a tie that one of them stuffed into their duffel before we left the condo the other day.
He comes over and drags it along my skin, letting me feel the silky material, then he holds it up.
“Ready?” he asks, heat shining in his blue-green eyes.
I nod. “Bring it on.”
His answering grin is the last thing I see before he ties the makeshift blindfold around my head, blocking out my sight and plunging me into darkness.
Having my sight restricted definitely amplifies everything else. For a second, I feel disoriented, even though I know I’m still sitting on the bed, but then I hear movement. Hands descend on me, and each touch feels electric.
They skate over my hair and down my neck and arms. Another pair works its way up my legs and thighs. More fingers caress my face and then move down to grope at my chest.
I moan, my lips parted as I try to arch into each touch, seeking out more.
“Love how greedy you are for us,” Malice mutters appreciatively.
The three of them start to remove my clothes, stripping me down to nothing. My shirt gets pulled over my head and my shorts and panties are discarded somewhere. The cool air in the room rushes over my skin, and even that feels more intense than it ordinarily would.
I can feel them watching me too, their gazes settling on my naked body like physical touches. Something about knowing they can see me while I can’t see them makes me squirm, my pussy getting even wetter.
They’re probably all still dressed too, and that image in my mind’s eye is hot as hell.
“Okay.” Ransom’s smooth, deep voice makes me jump a little. “Here’s how we’ll do this. We’ll each take a turn going down on you, and you have to guess who it is as we switch out. If you guess wrong, we get to do whatever we want to you.”
There’s so much promise in his tone, and I know that whether I guess them all right or not, there’s no real way I can lose here. My blood heats with desire and approval, and I have to clear my throat before I can speak.
“Okay.”
I curl my fingers into the soft material of the blanket I’m lying on, waiting with anticipation. I can’t hear them talking, but I can imagine that they’re working out the order they want to do this in, communicating without speaking out loud.
Then I hear some soft rustling noises, and a second later, strong hands close around my thighs. I gasp softly as those hands spread me open wider, and a warm, firm body settles between them.
The first touch of a wet tongue to my pussy makes me jump, and then I moan as that tongue starts to lick and lap at me, not even giving me a moment to adjust.
That’s what tips me off that this is Malice. His licks are demanding, each stroke of his tongue exuding power. His fingers dig into my thighs, and I grind against his face, heat coursing through me.
