Dash stepped closer, tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. Stroked his knuckles down her tanned cheek. “I bet we’ve got some sort of tool we could use back at our house.” His grin was mischievous as his gaze roved over our girl. “What do you think, Jackson?”
I pretended to mull it over, scratched my beard. “I think you’re right.” Turning to face her, I leaned in close. “What do you think, sweetheart? Want to head back to our place and see if we can get you off?”
Her eyes widened with shocked amusement.
I grinned. “Get the cuffs off, I mean.” I only added that after she knew we were more serious about getting her off than getting us separated.
Her head fell back as she laughed, showing us the long, perfect line of her throat. The sound had me aching to pull her in my arms and kiss the hell out of her, despite the fact that we were in my family home and in full view of half the town. I compromised by pressing my lips to her forehead, which was even more intimate than I expected.
When she finally answered, I saw the sexy glint in her eyes and I nearly groaned aloud.
“Yeah, this could be good,” she said in that husky, come-hither voice of hers. “Let’s go.”
The ride back to our place seemed never ending even though it wasn’t more than ten minutes. Sitting between us, our girl turned feisty and handsy the moment we were all alone in the truck. Her cuffed hand slid up and down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my dick. I wasn’t going to stop her. If she wanted to touch me, she sure as shit could. I was painfully hard and if she so much as brushed it with her fingers, I worried I might blow. She had me that turned on.
Our coats were thrown over our shoulders since our arms were joined. Even though the heater hadn’t started pumping out the hot air, I was practically sweating.
“Holy shit, sweetheart,” I groaned as she stroked me through my jeans. I stiffened and hissed out a breath. A quick glance showed me she was subjecting Dash to the same sweet torture. When the truck sped up, I knew he was just as desperate as I to sink into her.
“How long till we get to your place?” she asked.
“Wet for us, baby doll?” Dash asked, his voice a deep growl.
“I’m so turned on I can’t stand it,” she said, wiggling a little in her seat.
“So you like a little bondage?” he added.
“Mmm hmm.”
Fuck, that was hot.
Dash reached over and slipped his hand between her thighs, cupping her. She parted her legs to give him better access. I watched in frustration as Dash stroked her pussy through the thin material of her pants. Fuck, I couldn’t wait for my turn. But my hand was still joined with hers and there was no way I was going to remove her palm from my cock. Her little strokes were torture, but I couldn’t give it up.
She arched her back and her jacket fell back off her shoulders. Her tits strained against her shirt. “Are we almost there? I can’t wait much longer.”
Dash looked over at me with a grin. I could safely say neither of us had ever met a woman who so thoroughly embraced her sexuality like our Avery. And it seemed a pair of handcuffs only made our girl go wild.
I saw his hand clamp down harder on her pussy. “Are you feeling naughty, baby doll?”
Her answer was a whimper. Her lips parted and her eyes fell closed as she rolled her hips up to press into his palm. Her own hands moved over us both, making sure we were primed and ready—not that we needed any more help with that.
By the time we reached our house near town, all three of us were breathing heavily and ready to go. I helped Avery down, took her hand in mine and practically ran to porch. Dash led the way, opening doors and clearing the path. A second later, we tumbled into my bed.
I kissed her as I rolled her beneath me, careful of our joined wrists. She was pliant and soft, eager. My knee slid between hers, moved up so I was half on top of her. With all her eagerness and the wild night we’d had in Minneapolis, I had to remember she was so much smaller than both of us. While I knew she wouldn’t break, I held back.
But smart as she was, she must have sensed it. Turning her head to break the kiss, she asked, “What’s wrong? I mean…you’re tentative or something.”
Each breath she took lifted her breasts into my chest and I felt their plush softness, even through our clothes.
“I am tentative,” I admitted.
“Why?” A little V formed in her brow.
“Because I like that you’re cuffed to me. At my mercy. What I want to do to you.” I pushed her hair back again, stared down at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her lips were red and glossy, her cheeks flushed.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. Her free hand came up, stroked over my beard and I tilted my head into her touch.
“Instead of having you handcuffed to me—” I leaned onto my hip, reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the key. While I liked her stuck with me, I wanted full honesty. Sure, we’d coerced her into bed, but I wasn’t going to keep her under duress. I didn’t want to be with her with a lie over our heads—or around our wrists. She needed to be in bed with us one hundred percent. Knowing she was all in made all the difference. “—I just want you cuffed.”