Kandy
Cuffed and spread, I’m wide open for anything my SEALs want to do to me. Not a single inch of my body is hidden from their searing gaze. And there’s not an inch of my body they don’t want to see because I feel the burn of their curious gazes touch me everywhere.
Even if I want to hate them, I can’t find the harsh emotions needed to lash out at them, hurt them with the pain they left me with all those years ago. Or to use my safe word. Does that make me weak? Stupid? I don’t know.
I wet my lips and pray I survive the evening with my heart intact. At the very least a sliver of strength to walk away once the cuffs come off.
Hard, shuddering breaths roll through me and I’ve lost all sense of shyness.
Rough hands grip my hips and I’m spun in place. Neat trick.
“Atlas,” I breathe out. Ryder and Brogan are now behind me. Strong shadows splash across Atlas’ face. But I can see enough to know this man is only getting started. Firm lips peel back in a pure animalistic smile. Warm hands grip my ass and I suck in a harsh breath.
Brogan. I would know his touch among a thousand hands. Rough calluses along the outer part of his thumbs serve as a signature of his touch.
Ryder’s is on his trigger finger. Years as a sniper has worn a rough spot on his right index finger.
But Atlas. I can tell his touch from the possessive clench of his grip the second our skin meets.
My head falls back and waiting lips claim mine. I’m torn between giving in to them and fighting. It’s a knee-jerk reaction. I can’t help it.
My baser instinct is to give my body what it craves and to hell with what my overworking brain has to say about the whole situation.
So I do that and it’s freeing. For now. Come morning I can go back to being workaholic Kandy and they can return to whatever life they lived without me.
“My hart,” Ryder murmurs against my lips and then he’s gone and so are Brogan’s warm hands. I lift my head to find Atlas still dressed in sharp black tuxedo pants, but he’s lost the tie and jacket, and his shirt hangs open. A wash of pure muscle peeks out at me and I catch the hint of color near the center of his chest.
Behind me I hear clothes rustling, and I assume the other two are ditching their tuxedos. Fear of loving what is about to happen stains the rush of excitement climbing inside of me. I tighten my fingers around the chain above my head and brace myself.
Holding my gaze Atlas slips the dress shirt from perfectly rounded, strong shoulders. My fingers twitch to reach out and trace the hard edges and dips. How many nights had I dreamed of having all that deliciousness draped over me? Pinning me to the bed? Too many to count, for sure.
Atlas steps into the pool of light pouring over me. Ryder and Brogan at his sides. They move together as one.
Three gloriously muscular bodies stand before me. My pulse hums and the blood in my veins turns hot. My core tightens and I’m terrified by how much I’m going to love tonight.
That’s when I see it. My butterfly.
My jaw literally drops to my chest. All three have the same tattoo as my necklace over their hearts. A golden butterfly with the same placement of jewels, rubies, and sapphires along the outer parts of the wings, only theirs is in expertly-applied ink and mine are the real deal.
“I think our girl realizes this isn’t a game to us, gentlemen.”
Dark brown eyes hold mine. I suddenly realize my plan for a quick getaway after tonight is in jeopardy. Atlas’ tender voice contradicts the dark expression consuming his looks. He is the hard-ass of the trio. Always was. But that tattoo. My necklace. The way his tone dips and drips with enough emotion to fill a lake.
Yeah, something’s different about Atlas.
My breath catches at the power infused into his words. I feel those emotions to my very soul. Just like I do his touch on my heated body. My lashes fall to my cheeks. “Atlas,” I say again. He slides his hands around my midriff and his thick finger dips between my ass cheeks, teasing over my asshole and making me moan.
His mouth is only an inch from mine and I drop my gaze to his lips, wanting to taste him again. I press my hips back and shudder when his soft touch turns firmer, more curious. The tip of his finger enters my forbidden entrance. Nothing too deep, just a tease that has me pressing into him for more.
“Ah,” I practically hum in surprise. I toy with the idea of asking him to uncuff me so we can all play on equal grounds. But then Atlas speaks.
“You should know, there’s a part two of that contract you signed.” Fingers find the fringes of my hair and he rubs the ends together.
Dark brown eyes meet mine.
Sneaky bastards. Doesn’t surprise me. I should have flipped the paper over. I rethink the whole cuffs issue I’m currently dealing with. “At this point do I need to even care?” It’s better they leave me in these damn things because, so help me, if they release me right now, I’m not sure if I will rage on them or run for the sake of my heart’s safety.
To my left a very naked and very aroused Brogan picks up the velvety bag I had in my hand from earlier and slips out the silver butt plug and a white tube. Light catches on the faceted crystal at the end. I’m not even sure what to call it but I know the second they insert it, the pretty diamond side is all they’ll see when they bend me over.
A chill of excitement runs up my spine, but I tamper that shit down and hide it behind a mask of indifference.
“I think she’s ready to get started.”
My heart stills and my gaze bounces from Atlas to Brogan. Atlas takes the tube and smears a nice amount on his fingers. His heavy, cum-dripping cock bounces between his legs and I involuntarily lick my lips.
“I don’t like the look of total mischief on your face.”
“That’s because we have all the control.”