Reid ran the backs of his knuckles along the outside of her exposed leg, sending shivers along her skin. “I don’t think he minds.”
Jace’s eyes followed Reid’s movements. “Not at all. The view is mighty fine.”
Reid’s palm slid toward the inside of her thigh, and he parted her tightly closed knees, spreading her until Jace could most definitely see up her skirt. “Don’t be shy, sugar. You were ready to take Jace on as your dom last week, so I know you’re not opposed to letting him have a little fun with us.”
She couldn’t help the swift heat that nestled between her legs. Maybe staying focused on the physical wouldn’t be a problem. She turned to Reid, her brows knitted. “What happened to your no-sharing policy?”
He gave a soft chuckle, even though something akin to pain flashed in his eyes, and kissed the spot below her ear. “Back then I was young and stupid and thought I was in love. Now that it’s just sex, I don’t mind sharing.”
She scoffed. Sure, he’d been in love with her—so in love that he’d been cheating on her the whole time they were together. What a stand-up guy.
Reid frowned and pushed a stray hair away from her face. “But, we’re leaving the past behind while we’re here, right? Let’s not let that taint the experience of ‘getting this whole sex thing over with.’â??”
She opened her mouth to respond, but his finger pressed against her lips.
“Shh, relax and keep an open mind, Brynn. I promise if you do that, this will be way better than a dentist appointment.”
Her retort shriveled in her throat. He was right, as much as it killed her to admit it. This was what she had walked in here to do. Beyond the fact that this would make them look like authentic guests, she needed to do this for herself. If she was going to get past this fear and learn to enjoy sex again, what better way to do it than to hand herself over to the most dominant man she’d ever met?
Despite their issues, she knew Reid wouldn’t physically harm her. And although she and Jace only had friendship between them, she’d never deny that the man was sex on a stick. The idea of both of them… Well, her damp panties certainly indicated that her hormones were a fan.
Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. This was it. Take the leap, Brynn. Just be in the moment. You’re safe.
She gave a final nod, mentally slamming the door shut on everything but the feel of the two beautiful men against her skin.
Reid removed his finger, his blue eyes glittering in the club’s flashing lights. “Good, girl. Now, I think you’re ready for dessert.”
Jace’s hand curled under her knee and she startled. “Easy, doll. We’re going to take good care of you.”
She swallowed hard. “I know.”
While Reid leaned to the side to grab the bag he had brought with him, a vinyl-clad waitress stopped in front of them. Her heavily lined eyes danced across Brynn’s two companions, her interest obvious. “Do you need anything from the bar… or from an attendant?”
Reid lifted his head, and Jace continued to caress Brynn’s leg. Reid traced a finger along the edge of Brynn’s bustier. “I think we have all we need right now.”
The girl’s bottom lip jutted out a bit, but she nodded and moved on. Brynn sniffed. “I think you guys have a new president for your fan club.”
Reid laughed and pulled a pint-sized container from the paper bag. “We’ll see. You might want to apply for the job once we’re done with you tonight.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Confident, aren’t you?”
“Jace, I think our sub has a bit of a smart mouth.”
Jace shook his head. “Seems so. I think it’s this outfit. It’s making her feisty.”
Reid yanked at the laces holding the front of the bustier together, sending her breasts spilling out the top. She gasped and her hands instinctively flew to cover herself.
Reid frowned. “Drop your hands, Brynn, or we’ll be forced to tie you up.”
Her gaze darted around the crowded room. She had known that public display would be involved in this, but knowing it and experiencing it were two different things. A couple sitting a few yards away openly ogled the scene, and Brynn had the urge to grab the paper bag and put it over her head.
Reid’s fingers grasped her chin, and he turned her face toward him. “Look only at us. You’re here to please me and Jace—no one else gets the privilege of your attention. Now I’m giving you one more chance to drop your hands or I’m pulling out the cuffs.”
Cuffs. The word tried to slip through the hold she had on her fear. Restraints equaled panic. She stared into Reid’s eyes, feeling his grip on her face, letting his unwavering focus draw her back to center. She let her arms fall to her sides, and her nipples instantly tightened from the exposure.
Reid’s gaze traveled over her breasts as if he was seeing the female form for the first time, and she couldn’t help but warm beneath the full glow of his appreciation. He kissed her bare shoulder. “Thank you. A body this gorgeous deserves to be worshipped not hidden.”
“Amen to that,” Jace said, his normally genial face turning serious.