Grant gripped her waist, steadying her. Moisture painted her thighs, her need for all of him turning her inside out. If he would just touch her clit, slide his fingers inside her, she’d be able to get there. She wriggled against his hand, trying to convey that message. But he smacked her thigh hard. Then, the two men bit down simultaneously, and every knotted part inside her came unraveled in one blissful moment.
She screamed, the combination of pain and wicked pleasure launching her into orgasm. Her sex pulsed in time with her pounding heart, and her breath came in sharp bursts. The sensation was different than a normal climax, sharp and fast, a release that somehow satisfied and made her ache for more at the same time.
The men switched to gentle licks and her knees wobbled beneath her.
“Grant,” she gasped, a plea.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall,” he whispered.
Colby backed off, and Grant gathered her to him. Her head sagged against his chest, his words crashing over her.
I won’t let you fall.
If only he could truly guarantee that. She already felt her world tilting, and it had nothing to do with her shaky legs.
FIFTEEN
Grant waited until Charli’s breathing returned to normal, then wrapped a silk robe around her shoulders and kissed the crown of her head. She gave him a faint smile as she tucked her arms into the robe.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
She glanced at the doorway Colby had used to exit. “Nothing, really. I guess I just never would’ve pegged you as the sharing type.”
“Is that right?”
She tied the robe’s belt around her waist and sent him a sly look. “You have spoiled, only child written all over you.”
He smirked, though the words niggled a sore spot inside him. “I’m the eldest of four actually. Two sisters and a brother. And though my momma tried, my daddy would’ve never let her get away with spoiling us.”
She tilted her head, as if thrown by the revelation, and leaned against the wall. “Wow, one of four. Never would’ve guessed that. Are you close to your family?”
“Nope.” He headed over to a large cabinet in the corner of the room to dig for a few things for the demo and to avoid her inquisitive look.
“Is it because of this?”
He grabbed a switchblade sharp enough to cut through rope and hooked it to belt. “Last I checked this isn’t interview time, Ms. Reporter.”
The little huff she made would’ve brought a smile to his face under any other circumstance, but her line of questioning was sending him to that guilty place he didn’t like to visit.
“So you can strip me naked and tie me up, but I can’t ask you a little bit about yourself?”
He turned around, pinning her with a fierce look. “Yes. That’s how this works. We’re not on a date, Charli. This isn’t get-to-know-you time.”
Her jaw flexed, a wounded expression flitting over her features before she covered it.
Ah, hell. Now he felt like a dick. This is why he avoided pillow talk at all costs. It never led anywhere good. But Charli hadn’t earned his ire. “Fine. Yes, sometimes I like to share. Knowing someone is mine and I have the say on who can and can’t touch her turns me on. But that’s not to say I’m not possessive.”
“Meaning?”
“When I’m with a sub, I expect her to be exclusive to me while we’re involved. Me allowing someone else to touch her during play is different than her seeing other guys.”
She nodded, a little I-told-you-so playing at the corners of her mouth. “So, I was right. You are selfish.”
“Very.” He stepped forward and set his hands on her shoulders. “And as for your other question, my family is happy and successful and better off without me as part of it. Can we leave it at that?”
The sympathy that crossed over her face dug through him like a trowel. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her head to his chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”
He rubbed her back, enjoying holding her maybe a little too much. “You don’t have to apologize. I should’ve expected it. You’re nosy by nature.”