“Care to elaborate? Or is that too personal of a question?”
He took another long sip from his bottle. “It’s fine. And honestly, if I could figure out a hard and fast label for it I would. But I guess most would call me bisexual. My relationships have been exclusively with women. But I do find myself on occasion sexually attracted to a guy and have acted on it . . . within the confines of a place like this. I don’t broadcast it. The people in my life wouldn’t understand.”
“I guess ménage serves a few purposes for you then. The whole cake and eat it too thing.”
He smirked. “I wouldn’t say I’ve got the whole cake, but a pretty good slice I guess.”
She frowned, something in his tone telling her that wasn’t the full story, but it wasn’t her business. She grabbed her own soda and uncapped it. “So what happens when Jace takes on someone solo like this? Do you go and find someone as well?”
He shrugged. “Guess I’ll figure that out. He hasn’t gone solo in years.”
She stilled, the bottle halfway to her mouth. “What?”
* * *
Jace paced around the living room. He’d set Evan up to be alone with Andre, thinking that his oh-so-suave friend would open up her mind to the possibility of ménage. This one-on-one thing was crazy. Jace hadn’t even fucked her yet, and he was already surging with things that hadn’t been in his vocabulary in years—possessiveness, jealousy, protectiveness. He could put a fist through the wall knowing that in a few days she’d return to Dr. Dan’s bed—a guy who clearly wasn’t giving her what she needed, at least not in the bedroom.
Jace raked his hands through his hair. What the fuck was wrong with him? He should’ve known better. Something about Evan had always tested his limits, had made him question himself at every turn, and apparently her effect on him hadn’t dimmed with time.
Damn, he needed to change this dynamic fast or he was going to end up getting himself in trouble. But the thought of Andre entering the picture had him all knotted up. Sharing a woman was the ultimate turn on for him. It fed all his kinks in the most decadent ways. And he could already tell Evan was attracted to Andre. There was no doubt she’d gotten off on him watching as Jace made her come. But now Jace had this ridiculous urge to race back out to the deck, pluck her out of the water, and hoard her away all for himself.
What if he walked out there and she was fooling around with Andre? Would he be turned on like he normally would be or would he want to kick Andre’s ass for touching her? He sank onto the leather chair in the living room with a groan. Christ, he didn’t know the answer.
Evan’s melodic laugh drifted into the house from the deck, hitting him straight in the solar plexus. Andre was making her laugh. Probably laying on that charm that came so easy to him and flirting with her in Spanish, which seemed to get women to drop their panties faster than anything Jace had ever seen. Smooth motherfucker.
Or maybe Andre had already won Evan over and was running his lips along the tender column of her neck, tickling her with his tongue, sliding his hands over those beautiful tits and nestling himself between her naked thighs.
Jace shot to his feet and stormed toward the back of the house. He shoved open the door and steeled himself for what he may find when he stepped onto the deck. But as the hot tub came into view, all he saw was Andre sitting opposite Evan, a broad smile on his face. His friend’s eyes darted Jace’s way, and Evan turned her head.
Her skin had gone dewy from the steam and her normally straight hair was curling around her face. She looked like a beautiful water nymph come to life. A tentative smile teased at the corner of her mouth along with a definite ripple of apprehension. The combination nearly sucked the air from his chest. She was happy to see him, but was also knocked a bit off balance by his presence. Everything a sub should feel for her dom.
The women he chose to be with these days didn’t take the sub thing all that seriously. It was fun and games. Roles played. He kept it at that level now because true D/s stripped down too much, not just for the sub but for the dominant. It exposed people’s deepest vulnerabilities, shone light into those ugly corners. He’d learned that the hard way. But Evan had never played this game, so she was coming at it green, with an honesty that he was finding hard to resist.Author: Roni Loren
He leaned against the railing of the deck. “So what’s so funny?”
Evan shot Andre a warning look. “Nothing.”
Andre grinned. “I’m trying to get Evan to spill the details about her naughty cop fantasy.”
She splashed water at him. “Traitor.”
Jace couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out. “Well, you can’t blame the guy for asking, Ev. He is a cop.”
“Oh, my God.” Mortification crossed her face. “I’m just going to drown myself now and save myself the rest of this conversation.”
“Ah, had he not told you that part yet?” Jace asked, enjoying the fact that she could be naked in a hot tub, talking to two guys who’d seen her screaming in orgasm already, but still be embarrassed about a dirty fantasy.
“No.” She shot Andre a glare.
He held up his palms. “You didn’t ask. But you should at least tell Jace about it. How’s your dom supposed to know how to please you if you don’t tell him what turns you on? Everyone has those fantasies that they’re afraid to tell others. That’s the beauty of a place like this. You don’t have to keep them tucked away.”
Jace watched as she gnawed her lip, her nerves evident. But he could tell the temptation to open up to them was there, too. He walked over to the edge of the hot tub and propped his forearms on it.
“As my sub, I expect you to be open with me. If you’re not, I’ll eventually draw out whatever those desires are by other means. You won’t be able to hide them forever. But I’m not going to command you to share with us right now if you’re not ready.” He reached out and cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. “But know that you’re safe with me. And with Andre. No judgment. I guarantee that for every dark fantasy you have, we probably have a hundred more sordid ones to match. Especially Andre, he’s a sick bastard.”
“Hey, wait a second,” Andre protested.
She smiled and the anxiety pinching her features seemed to ease as she took in his words. She nodded, her eyes not leaving his. “Thank you.”