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“Relax, Jinx. Nobody is going to hurt you. We just want to make you feel good. You going to let us?” Knight asks softly.
A leap of faith. Shit, come on, Jinx. You can do this. Don’t think of anything but orgasms. At least this way, I can prevent carpal tunnel from setting in for another few years.
I nod, giving them the green light.
“You need a safe word,” Splinter says as he glides his fingers up my arm and across my collarbone.
“Why?” A dozen images flit through my mind, but none of them are good. “I’m not into pain. Nothing beyond a little spanking and shit like that.”
“We don’t want to hurt you, Jinx. That’s not what this is about, but having all of us together… It’s going to fry your mind. If you need a minute or we do something and you need us to stop, then say whatever word we come up with and we’ll stop. We’ll talk about what it is you need, and we’ll go from there,” Eightball reassures me.
Sounds reasonable. “Snozzcumber.”
Knight laughs, his arms wrapping around me tighter. “Snozzcumber?”
“It’s from one of my favorite children’s books. I figured I’d unlikely use that in a simple sentence.”
“Or any sentence ever.” Splinter grins. “Okay, Snozzcumber, it is. You okay here? Or do you want us to move?”
I chew my lip. I’m not worried about weapons. I have a gun and a knife hidden down either side of the sofa. My concern is my mobility if they—
“How about this? The jeans can stay on for now, and we’ll work up to it,” Eightball offers.
I shake my head. I’m not a pussy, and I’m not ashamed. This is the easiest way to see if they are worth my time and effort. I don’t want to form an attachment to these men when the novelty might wear off. “It’s fine. I was thinking about what happens afterward. I usually have my chair close by when I take my blades off. If you leave after, I’ll…” I shrug. I can always put my blades back on.
“We’re staying. Whatever you think this is, it’s not. We’re not pulling a fuck and dash. Whatever you need from us, we’ve got you.”
I stare into Splinter’s sincere eyes and give in. “Okay. Then who wants to go first? Because I’m pretty sure I’m getting blue ovaries over here.”
Knight laughs again, but Eightball shakes his head. “Who says we plan on taking you one at a time?”
My pussy spasms at that. I stare at him, but instead of saying anything, he kisses me. After a minute or two, all the tension leaves my body.
Knight’s hands move up to cup my breasts as he trails kisses between my shoulder blades. Hands on my stomach make me lose my concentration. I pull away from Eightball, my eyes locking on Splinter’s as he pops open the button on my shorts and drags the zipper down.
“Knight.”
I’m unsure why Splinter says his name until Knight’s hands move from my breasts to under my armpits to lift me slightly so that Splinter can drag my shorts down under my ass. He pauses when he reaches the tops of my thighs, perhaps waiting for me to stop him. When I don’t, he continues until he pulls them free.
Eightball steps back and lets his eyes rove over my body hungrily. The white lace bra and thong look almost virginal, especially with my pale skin. I’m not the girliest girl, but I like pretty underwear, especially underneath otherwise masculine clothing. It makes me feel sexy and a little bit naughty—like I have a secret.
“Your body is a work of art,” Splinter whispers.
I picture one of those famous Greek sculptures missing its limbs and grin. I doubt that’s what he meant, but I like it. I guess it’s true what they say—beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.
“Can we remove these? I’m terrified of what kind of damage an accidental kick to my balls from these bad boys could do,” Splinter admits, making me laugh.
All the tension from before hovers, ready to crush me at any misstep. But right now, I feel oddly okay and realize it’s because of them. They’re putting me at ease in a way that doesn’t ring false or sound patronizing.
“Yeah. I can talk you through it. Just put them on the chair over there so none of you trip over them.”
Splinter moves down to one leg, and Eightball moves to the other. Both look up at me, waiting. Knight’s hands unfasten the hooks at the back of my bra and slides the straps down my arms, freeing my boobs, which have Splinter groaning.
“Tell them what to do, Jinx. I’m hungry,” Knight murmurs into my ear as his hand moves around to cup my breasts again.
And so I do. I walk them through each step as Knight distracts me by tugging on my nipples and biting my neck until I’m so wet that I know I’ve soaked through my underwear and his boxers.
Both blades are pulled free simultaneously, making me tense as I wait for their reaction.
