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“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes glazing.
Her head tipped back, fingers tight around mine as she came a second time. Moans left her, the entire room watching her as the scent of sex filled the air.
Beau never moved the whole time, watching her intently until she curled into my shoulder and let out a soft sob. “Thank you,” she repeated.
“Of course.” I patted her hair awkwardly and glanced up at Beau. “Aren’t you supposed to do this bit?” I mouthed at him.
My limit of BDSM knowledge capped out at two fingers and a really bad porn video I opened by accident once–nope really, my teen years were that innocent.
Beau smiled and crooked his finger.
I rose on unsteady legs, propping Sylvie up with a cushion, and made my way across the room to him. An arm wrapped around my waist, beer breath brushing my shoulder before I made it to him and his expression changed. I didn’t need the warning; the arm wasn’t Leon’s and he wasn’t drinking. This man smelled like a tank of beer and before he spoke I knew who it was, my body tensing and preparing for a fight.
“I thought the girls were for playtime, huh? Gonna share some love, Wrennie?”
I winced at the shitty nickname. “Hands off, Nash. I’m not yours.”
“No. She’s mine. And you know fucking better.” Leon squeezed my shoulder gently as he hauled his brother off me, throwing the younger man toward the front door. “Get the fuck out. Don’t come back tonight.”
“But I’m yourbro, bro.” He didn’t sound half as inebriated as he looked as he spread his hands, middle finger up on both to Leon.
“I said get out!” Leon roared, stalking toward him.
Nash moved swiftly out of his brother’s range, slipping through the door and out into the night, but not before he caught my eye and blew me a kiss, licking his fingers for emphasis.
A cold sweat beaded beneath my shirt, and I shivered my disgust.
“I’m sorry.” Leon was in front of me before I managed to exhale my next breath. “Like I said–”
“It’s not up to you,” Beau cut in smoothly. “I take it Sylvie discussed our thoughts with you, Wrenlee?”
I stared up at him, confused as hell. “I just met her. How would she have picked me? Are you adding stalking to your list?”
Leon tightened his arm around my waist. “Kitten, play nice.” His fingers gave an extra warning flex that told me if I fought Beau I could end up out on my ass.
But I needed to know, and I knew Leon was trying to help after just having dealt with his brother.
“Thank you,” I curved my head back, seeking his mouth.
Leon kissed me slowly, concern etching his face. “What have I missed?”
“Sylvie gave Wrenlee a little show. And,” Beau continued without skipping a beat despite my mouth opening and I swore steam came out, “I believe your girl was invited to play along. Is that correct?”
“What?” Leon snapped, closing his arm tighter around me.
“You sound like a gameshow host.” I shook my head at Beau, grateful for the protective bear at my back. Sure, I had no problem standing up to Beau Bennett. I’d dealt with men like him my entire life. This was nothing new. But having someone in my corner who seemed to genuinely care about more than blonde hair and a good pair of tits or a tight ass? That was different, and I’d take that win any day of the week. “Sylvie mentioned joining you. All of us... not an orgy. But she was a bit distracted.”
“I believe she got her point across.” Beau smiled, stepping a little closer.
Leon hauled me sharply back into him until I could barely breathe. “You don’t have to do anything–”
“Sylvie has a fear. She’s wanted someone to help her get through that fear, and we need at least one more person in a controled scene, a closed room. Stage fright,” he said over my head.
Leon shifted behind me, and his chest rumbled. “Go on,” he said slowly, as if understanding where Beau was headed with this.
“We’d like a fuck session with you pair of you,” Beau said baldly.
“Sylvie mentioned a club you go to.” I looked between them. “Is this a habit of yours?”
