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“No.” Leon shook his head. “I don’t know about the club. But Beau and I have...shared a girl before. It was a while back, in our first year. It was a good night.” His gaze dropped to mine, burning with lust. “Are you open to this? If not, say the word and we walk away right now.”
I blinked up at him. “You like the idea...and you’d say that? You’re willing not to do this?” I tried not to think of the pair of them sharing a girl, but then it wasn’t like I’d been a saint in my pre-Napoleon Lancaster life, either.
Beau laughed outright. “Your boy isn’t the asshole here, sweetheart. Sylvie trusts you. If she’s brought this up, then she’s comfortable asking you to help us. I won’t touch you, not if you don’t want me to, and no one touches Sylvie but me. We share a room together, a dungeon. You don’t have to play with the toys, and nothing more would be asked of you than just being there. But if you would like to give Sylvie her own show...I don’t think she’d object.”
“What wouldn’t I object to?” Sylvie scooted in beneath Beau’s arm. Her eyes were hooded and dozy, and she snuggled in like she–
“I love you, too.” Beau kissed the tip of her nose with the sort of tenderness I didn’t expect from the clinical psycho he seemed to be ninety-eight percent of the time.
“Mhhm,” she sighed, then glanced at me through her lashes. “You don’t have to,” she said immediately at whatever she saw on my face.
“I’m not entirely sure what you want me to do but as long as we’re together and...I don’t know, everyone agrees on things as much as they can beforehand I guess, I’m in?” I raised an eyebrow.
A squeal and a hug attacked me from the front until I was part of a two-girl sandwich between two monstrous boys, both hard as hell in all the ways that mattered.
No one touches Sylvie but me.
I kinda loved that level of protectiveness that mirrored the way Leon was with his brother and me earlier.
Beau nodded slowly. “Good conditions. You should also ask about hard limits, talk about what you’re not comfortable seeing or participating in, and have a safe word that allows everything to stop while you walk away if absolutely necessary.”
“And you’d let that happen?” I frowned at him. “That doesn't seem to match your style, Beau.”
“Being in control doesn’t mean I’m psychotic all the time.” He grinned, and his whole face changed to something bright and boyish.
Like he’s having fun.
“Just sometimes,” Sylvie added sweetly.
That earned her a smack on the ass so loud that the conversation behind us quietened that I hadn’t realised was going on. Sylvie’s mouth dropped open, her head tipping back as her whole body shook.
Beau’s finger landed firmly on her nose. “Not yet, Toy,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, every inkling of humor and lightness gone.
I snorted and shook my head. “I thought I had issues.”
Beau’s sideways glance probably should have roasted me, but I had a bear at my back and felt invincible in his arms. Probably not a smart choice, but Leon gave me the sort of support I wanted all my life. Craved a best friend to do everything with, share all the moments that mattered in making memories. A partner, someone who always had my back and I had theirs.
Something I never had at home. I always pushed that level of wanting away because spending my days lonely as hell and wallowing wasn’t my style.
“Bed, kitten.” Leon tucked my hair behind my ear as Beau and Sylvie moved off, seeing no one and nothing more than each other. “Right now.”
Leon ground into my ass, feathering kisses over the shell of my ear. Each touch was delicate, teasing, but his breathing was ragged.
“You really want this, don’t you,” I twisted in his arms. “What they want.”
His eyes blazed at me, through me, with the intensity of a dozen stars, the ones my father used to point out each night. Before Mom.
But right now I wanted to push those emotions and memories aside and make new ones. Better ones, with a future instead of wishing daily I had the past back.
“Yeah, I want it. I want you,” Leon walked forward, right into me so I had no choice other than to back off until my ass hit the wall. I stopped with a whimper, knowing there were other people in the room even if I couldn’t break his gaze.
“Leon–” I breathed.
He didn’t stop. “I want to see you naked and shivering on all fours over a leather bench while I rail you from behind with your luscious as fuck hair wrapped around my fist.” He stopped walking when his body pressed flush to mine. “I want to run my fingers along your spine and feel the sweat covering you because we can’t stop, lost in everything. I want my handprint on your ass, pink and stinging as a reminder of our night together. I want to feel your molten fucking pussy contract as you come because she is, writhing and screaming while Beau teases the fuck out of her. I want you to feel every second of it and come on my cock again and again. Then I want to fill your pussy to the brim, roar your name, and hold you for an eternity, or until the sun rises. Think you can handle that, Cheshire?” My name passed his lips in an almost snarl.
One that turned me on so damn bad, or maybe it was the intoxicating picture he painted.
“I don’t want to be tied down. I don’t want to be touched by him.” The words I feared most blurted past my lips, but it didn't break the moment like I expected.
