She blinked, her eyes focusing on Andre, who stared down at her, smiling. He eased her upper body to the ground as Jace gently grabbed her thighs and slipped out from under them. The two of them set her down on top of her discarded robe.
Jace pushed a lock of damp hair off her forehead as Andre stepped away. “You okay, pet?”
She gave him a tentative smile, suddenly feeling shy about her very vocal display. “I can’t feel my arms, but I’m pretty fantastic otherwise.”
He laughed and leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her hands immediately laced in his hair. This kiss started off soft and gentle, but soon his tongue parted her lips and took possession of her mouth. His spicy flavor mixed with the taste of her own arousal, which still clung to his lips. Despite the rocking orgasm seconds before, desire, hot and heavy, rose anew. Good Lord, the man could kiss.
Just as she was about to be bold and let her hands travel to more than his hair, he pulled back. “I’m going to stop before I haul you off to fuck you without feeding you dinner.”
“Maybe I’m not that hungry.”
Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “It’s my job to take care of you right now. And I know new subs are famous for skipping meals their first day here because of nerves.”
She looked down guiltily. She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.
He ran a thumb over her lips. “Don’t worry. The night is young.”
With that, he climbed to his feet, bent down, and swept her up into his arms. She let out a little sound of surprise. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going in the house to take care of a few things. You are going into the hot tub to relax and eat something.” He cocked his head to the side. “Andre, I’m putting you in charge of her. Make sure she eats.”
Before she realized what was happening, he lowered her into the bubbling tub. The heated water enveloped her naked body, and her gaze shot to Andre.
Jace ran a hand over her hair. “Are you okay staying with Andre alone?”
She didn’t feel any threat from Andre. In fact, just looking at him made her want to praise God for creating the male form. But what was her role? Was she supposed to please Jace’s friends, too? The thought sent a surprising jolt of desire through her. “Yes, I just—”
Jace gave her a reassuring smile. “Andre is one of my best friends. I’d trust him with my life, so I trust him with you. If at any point you want to touch him this weekend, you have my permission. But he won’t touch you unless you ask him to. You understand?”
She couldn’t tell if it was the temperature of the water or the mind-blowing dynamic Jace had just laid on her, but she felt a bit lightheaded. She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Now, chill, eat. I’ll be back for you in a little while.”
She listened to Jace’s retreating footsteps as Andre leaned forward and propped his forearms on the side of the hot tub. “So, gorgeous, mind if I join you in there?”r: Roni Loren
“But—”
“Relax.” He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped his fly.
Andre stepped onto the deck, carrying a tray of sandwiches and bottled soda. He glanced over at the two of them, the corner of his mouth curving. “I thought maybe the two of you would want some dinner. Although, it looks like you may have already jumped to dessert.”
Evan felt the blush work up the length of her, and her gaze darted to the ground.
Jace put two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t want you to feel shame with me or Andre. You look beautiful right now. There’s nothing sexier than a sub giving herself over to this process and pleasing her master. I like others to see what’s mine and wish it were theirs. Andre’s just jealous that you’re not kneeling before him.”
“Damn straight,” Andre agreed, setting down the tray and stretching out on one of the lounge chairs that surrounded the hot tub.
Her gaze wandered over to their new companion. He’d changed out of the slacks and into a pair of black cargo shorts and a snug-fitting T-shirt. And damn, the man looked good—all tawny skin and tightly packed muscle, his dark features a reverse image of Jace’s light ones. He gave her a wicked smile, and the embarrassment she’d felt began to morph into something else, something far more pleasant than shame.
“Ah, you like Andre looking at you,” Jace observed.
Her focus snapped back to him.
“Stand up, pet.” Jace put a hand under her elbow and helped her to her feet. “If you enjoy Andre seeing you like this, then maybe you should give him something to watch.”
“Wait, what?” she asked, her heartbeat thumping in her ears.
Jace stepped behind her and walked his fingers along her spine until he reached the hook of her bra. With a flick of his hand, the strap unhinged, and he slid the bra down her arms, exposing her breasts to the night air and to Andre.