Andre straddled the side of the tub and then slid into the water, taking a seat on the opposite side from her. “Ahh, that’s nice.”
Hell yes, it was. She was suddenly very happy for the water concealing her body because she was certain her nipples had hardened as soon as he’d gotten near. Ugh. This had to be a side effect of long-term abstinence.
He stretched his arms out along the edge of the hot tub and sank lower, letting his head rest against the side, but keeping his eyes on her. “Relax, Evan. Jace wasn’t kidding. I’m not going to make a move on you.”
Unless she asked. He didn’t say it, but the rest of the sentence hung in the steam-filled air between them. She set her sandwich down. “So, I’m not sure I get this whole thing.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Define this whole thing.”
She sighed, so many questions springing to her lips she didn’t even know where to start. “Obviously I’m new to the whole BDSM scene, but I assumed that possessiveness went together with dominance. I guess I’m confused about Jace being cool if I touched another guy when he took me on as his slave, sub, whatever, for the weekend. He certainly didn’t seem to want Colby around me.”
His lips curved. “Jace would most definitely not be cool with you pursuing some other guy. And God help the man who tried to flirt with you while you’re here with Jace this weekend. Fists would fly.”
Her brows knitted. “Then why—?”
Andre frowned as if trying to formulate an explanation she could understand. “Jace and I are roommates and long-time friends. He trusts me. We share a lot.”
Awareness smacked her over the head like a two-by-four. Duh. Why hadn’t that possibility hit her before? “You share women.”
He nodded. “We do.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. Thoughts of the two of them naked, both taking what they wanted from her, assailed her. Her internal thermometer jumped back into the red zone. But at the same time, the idea scared the shit out of her. Jace was already an overwhelming prospect, his dominance promising to send her to a place she hadn’t been before. She wasn’t entirely convinced she could handle him alone, much less add Andre to the mix. It would be sensory overload.
Although . . .
She snuck another glance at Andre. If she really did want to keep this purely physical with no risk of her emotions getting involved, maybe sensory overload was exactly what she needed. The third person could create sort of a buffer, ensuring no quiet one-on-one intimate moments with Jace. Just carnal indulgence. Her mind whirled with possibilities.
All she managed to say was “I see.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. There’s no pressure here. We know you didn’t list ménage as something you were open to right now. I think the only reason Jace allowed me out here to watch is he suspects you have an exhibitionist streak.”
If her cheeks weren’t already flushed from the warm water, she would’ve turned bright red. She put her hands over her face. “I still can’t even believe I did that.”
“Hey,” he said, bumping his foot against hers under the water and making her look up at him. “Don’t be ashamed. You were beautiful, and it was sexy as hell. I feel privileged that you let me stay and watch.”
She gave him a small smile, embarrassment still flaring bright within her. “So is that why you like ménage? Because you get to watch as well as participate?”
He moved forward, coming within inches of her as he reached past her for one of the sodas on the sandwich tray. Wisps of his cologne wafted past her—a soft musk with notes of ginger. Her breath caught with the knowledge that she wanted to reach out and touch him, to lick off the beads of water that tracked down his well-built chest, but she kept her hands—and tongue—to herself. He slid back to his spot and took a swig of the drink.
“Yes, I won’t lie. Seeing another guy pleasuring a woman, bringing her to the edge, definitely does it for me. As does having someone watch me do the same thing. But ménage is more than that. It pushes everyone to heights you can’t get to with just two people. It’s intense and edgy. Add in BDSM to that and it’s unbelievably hot.”
Desire stirred deep within her at the picture he painted. Then another thought hit her, but she wrangled in her next question before it slipped out.
He smiled. “Ask your question, bella. I can see it on your face that you just swallowed one back.”
God, was her every thought that obvious? Or was it just a dom thing to be able to read people so well? She cleared her throat. “Okay, so, when you and Jace are sharing, do you two, you know . . . interact?”
The idea sent a strange thrill humming through her veins even though it shouldn’t. She’d seen enough male-on-male action at home to last a lifetime.
He glanced past her shoulder as if to make sure Jace hadn’t come out of the house yet. “It happens from time to time. Things get hot, and boundaries that exist outside the doors tend to weaken. But a woman usually seeks ménage because she wants all the focus on her, so we typically oblige that desire.”
She considered that for a moment. “So are you and Jace together outside of here?”
His smile turned wry. “We’re not lovers, if that’s what you’re asking. We keep the sexual play confined to when we’re with a woman. Jace is pretty open sexually, but he’s primarily straight.”
“And you?”
He shrugged. “Not as much.”