God, would the people in the other car be able to see what was going on when they passed?
The side of her face pressed into the leather of the backseat, her breathing coming out in sharp little pants. The rumble of the oncoming car grew louder and then slowed, the distinct sound of rubber hitting the dirt shoulder nearly sending her into a panic. The car was stopping!
Crap, crap, crap. She tried to reposition herself, get upright, but the angle and the cuffs had her completely off balance.
A heavy door slammed, muffled footsteps, and then voices. Jace and Andre and . . . another voice that had become familiar to her recently. The molasses tone of Grant Waters. Her breath whooshed out of her—a combination of relief and oh, shit twining through her. She was glad it hadn’t been a stranger, but what the hell was Grant doing here? Would the boys try to push her that far? Bring in someone else? Maybe she’d been stupid to think she didn’t need that safe word.
Grant had been nothing but kind to her the last few weeks, but she sensed under that good ol’ boy politeness and gentlemanly concern was an utter ruthlessness. A depth of dominance that intimidated the bejesus out of her. On some molecular level her body recognized the predator and knew she wasn’t built for whatever Grant served up behind his bedroom door.
No. She only wanted the sexy dominance of her own men—brash and cocky and laced with a sweetness that made her heart feel too big for her body.
The voices grew louder and a hand palmed her ass through the thin material of her dress. She jolted and a squeak jumped from her lips.
“Easy.”
Jace. The tension in her shoulders eased.
“You boys need anything else?” Grant asked. “You’ve got yourself a fine little prisoner there.”
Evan held her breath. But instead of her nerves rising, the fear slipped away like the receding tide. Trust. A shining light of warmth deep inside her that was burning bright for the first time in her life. Jace and Andre would only put her through what they knew she could handle. They would push her hard but not shove her over the cliff.
“Nah. She put up a decent fight, but we’ve got her under control. The keys are in her car,” Andre said. “Appreciate your help.”
Grant was here to pick up her car. That’s all. She smiled and shifted to turn her head the opposite way to try to see the men. The fine sheen of sweat coating her skin had her cheek sticking to the seat. Jace lifted his hand from her ass then replaced the pressure with a swift smack.
“Hey!” She writhed from the surprise and the sharp dart of pain.
“Did I say you could move?” Jace asked.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
He spanked her other cheek, eliciting a moan from her. “Trying to see what’s going on, pet? Can’t stand to be left in the dark?” He shoved her dress to her waist, exposing everything. “Well, let me tell you what’s happening then. Our friend Grant here is now looking at the nice red handprints on your pretty ass because someone can’t follow instructions.”
“Mmm, very nice,” Grant said as if he were appraising a show horse.
Embarrassment burned through her like wildfire, growing in intensity when the telltale rush of arousal chased the humiliation. Fuck, what was wrong with her? She didn’t want Grant to touch her, but knowing someone besides her lovers was seeing her like this made every soft part of her tingle.
Jace palmed her ass cheeks and spread her. “You like looking like our whore, Ms. Kennedy? Like being put on display for our pleasure?”
She managed a firm “no.” But her hips canted toward Jace, betraying how desperate she was for his touch, for some relief for her aching clit.
The leather seat creaked and then Jace was at her core, his tongue teasing along her spread pussy. She cried out from the wicked snap of pleasure, and he huffed with soft laughter, his breath tickling the neediest parts of her. “Baby, you’re so wet, all three of us could get in line and fuck you twice and you’d still have some to give.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, the aching bad enough to make her consider begging Jace to take her. To do something. Right now.
“Too bad for you, Grant doesn’t go for brunettes,” Jace said, backing away from her.
“But don’t worry,” Andre added. “Officer Austin and I certainly do.”
She should’ve been offended by the way they were talking to her. But somehow it only added to her arousal, shoved her deeper into her role in this game.
Her men exchanged good-byes with Grant, all the while leaving her bared and exposed. Anyone could drive by and get them all in a crapload of trouble. But she had to trust that the boys were watching out for anything that could go awry.
She adjusted her legs beneath her, trying to squeeze her thighs together and offer some relief to her throbbing clit. But firm hands clamped around her legs, spreading them again. “We’re not done, pet. Don’t try to sneak anything the minute we turn our heads.”
“Please,” she begged. “I need . . .”
“We know exactly what you need,” Andre said. “Hold still.”