“Very much, Sir.”
“Excellent. Because we can do this all night long.” His superior smile looked every bit smug. “Your safe word?”
She turned her gaze to Liam. He knew it, but clearly he meant to make her say it aloud. “Paris.”
“Duly noted.” Hammer’s fingers hovered over the dials on the TENS unit, as if he just waited for the opportunity to light her up again.
“Did you have a favorite teacher in school?” Liam asked.
Raine frowned. She’d run away. When she’d returned, she’d given them a pronouncement she thought was life altering: She wanted to learn to open herself to them. And this is what they wanted to know? “Um…yeah. Third grade. Mrs. Denton.”
Hammer rewarded her with a caress of her breast, a thumb across her nipple, and a hot kiss just below her ear. “Are you comfortable having Beck and Seth here with us?”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed to answer, despite the distraction. “They’re easy to talk to.”
“Why?” Liam caressed his way up her thigh, then glided his fingertips along the cheek of her ass.
“Because…” Focusing with their hands caressing her bare skin was more than a little challenging. “They don’t have any expectations. They just listen and offer advice.”
“You’re doing a fine job, Raine.” Liam bent to her nipple and took one in his mouth.
As he sucked hard, Hammer toyed with the other. “What’s your favorite ice cream?”
“Caramel Caribou.”
Liam frowned, backing away to stare at her. “What the devil is that?”
“Another necessity to have on hand for that time of the month,” Hammer teased. “After the migraine, she turns into a sugar fiend.”
“That’s not true,” she protested.
“Oh, it’s not?” Hammer reached for the TENS unit.
“Okay, maybe so,” Raine rushed to say. “Yes, I like ice cream then, Sir.”
Hammer chuckled and his hand drifted away from the device. “Tell him what’s in it.”
“It’s toffee ice cream with caramel cups and ribbons. There’s a chocolate flavor, too.” She sighed.
“That’s right, precious.” He looked at Liam. “Another favorite of hers.”
“Would you rather have ice cream now or…” Liam brushed his fingertip up the insides of her thigh, caressing into her folds before easing two fingers inside her. “This?”
Raine swallowed back a gasp. “Definitely this.”
Hammer chuckled. “Right answer.”
She basked in pleasure, then Hammer added to it, pressing himself against her chest and looking straight into her eyes before he took her mouth, demanding everything clear down to her soul.
When Liam rubbed at a sensitive spot inside her, Hammer swallowed her moan.
Liam eased his fingers deeper. “Are you wet for us, love?”
With a last peck, Hammer lifted from the kiss and braced his elbow on the cross above her, still watching her intently. “Yes or no?”
Raine wanted to point out that Liam had his fingers up her pussy, so he’d be the first to know. Just a guess, but a flippant response would only halt the bliss they’d been heaping on her, and Hammer would turn the TENS unit on again. She hated feeling like ants crawled in her cooch.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I have been since you first put me in the car. I’ve wanted you two all day.”
“Lovely answer,” Liam crooned. “Even more than we asked for.”
“So good, precious.” Hammer bent to scrape his teeth over her nipple. A flash of pain mellowed quickly and coalesced into a pleasurable hum.
Liam circled against the sensitive spot high and deep inside her. “We’re talking. It’s not terribly painful now, is it?”
Answering—hell, speaking at all—was becoming difficult. Desire gnawed at her, stealing breath, robbing thought. Raine wanted nothing more than to melt against them, beg, do anything to keep these sensations coming.
“No, Sir. It’s heaven.”
The smirk rolling across Hammer’s face was her only warning that her task was about to become much harder. “Why did you give your virginity to Zak?”
Raine jolted. Liam withdrew, and they both stepped back. There it was, the blindside. This was the same damn game Liam had played with her last time she’d come to the lodge, but instead of punishing her with pickles, they’d devised something more physical and sinister.
Blurting the answer to this question opened up that vulnerable place inside of her that always made her want to shrink back and hide, but she had zero doubt that if she didn’t at least try to get it out, they would not only turn that little dial and make her suffer, but she’d fail them.
“To get your attention,” she admitted.
Hammer neither rewarded nor punished—yet. “You had it. I saw you every day. We talked about school, work, your friends, the club. I answered questions, ate meals with you, took you shopping. You had most of my attention.”
Looking back over those years, Raine realized Hammer was right. “That’s not what I meant. You spent every day with me, yes.” She bit her lip. Now, it was going to get painful. “You spent every night with someone else.”