10
Mel
There’s a voice inside my head that keeps telling me this is a terrible idea.
But when Rob looks at me with a glint in his eyes and asks if I’m ready for more, I tamp down that sensible voice with ruthless determination.
Tonight isn’t about reality; there’s time enough for that tomorrow. Tonight is about magical possibilities, and tonight is about impossible dreams.
Like the ones unfolding in this room.
Rob lifts me back to my feet. Giving me a crooked smile, he unbuttons his shirt. Each button reveals a little more of his muscular chest, and I stare openly as his washboard abs come into view. Holy shit, Rob is sculpted. His muscles are taut and defined. I guessed he was in good shape, but good tailoring can conceal any number of sins. Not here, though. Rob could be on the cover of a magazine.
Try not to drool, Mel.
My mouth has fallen open. I close it hastily.
West smothers a chuckle as he takes off his jacket and slings it on the back of the couch. “Like what you see?”
I give him a bold once-over. “I can’t tell,” I retort. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Cheeky. You want to be spanked again, is that what you’re saying?”
My mouth goes dry with anticipation. He already spanked me once, and it turned me on more than I would have thought possible. I think about him spanking me again, and every nerve in my body lights up in anticipation. Would he pull me over his knee? Or would he tie me up to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and hit me with a riding crop?
“Maybe,” I whisper. “Are you going to?”
He gives me a close-lipped smile. “We’ll see,” he says enigmatically. He undoes his cuffs and steps closer. “You think I’m wearing too many clothes? Take off my shirt.”
My hands are trembling again. I slowly undo each button with shaky fingers. West doesn’t help; he just stands there. Watching me. I’m undressing him, but it feels like it’s my defenses that are being slowly stripped.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt, and he shrugs it off his shoulders and tosses it aside. I drink him in. West is broader than Rob, who is built like a runner, lean and sculpted. West looks more like a swimmer. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscles everywhere.
“Like what you see?”
My face heats. Once again, I’m staring openly, and once again, West has caught me looking. I’m so embarrassed I can’t speak.
“What’s the matter?” West crooks a finger under my rope bra and tugs me closer. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me with heat and passion. “Cat got your tongue?” He moves to my earlobe, biting it gently, sending lust raging through my blood.
“Mmm.” My voice comes out breathless, and my heart races. This is getting serious. Rob and West are shirtless, watching me, drinking me in. I can feel the heat of their lust like a physical touch.
Soon, we’ll all get naked. Soon, there will be sex. Actual, penis-in-vagina sex.
And they won’t know it’s me.
That stingsfar more than it should.
I thought what I felt for West and Rob was simply lust. I thought this could be about casual sex. I thought–hoped—that one night would be enough. I could walk away from this experience unscathed.
But the longer I spend with them, the more doubts I have about the wisdom of what I’m doing.
West kisses me one last time and then takes a step back. His thumb grazes one swollen nipple. “Is this getting uncomfortable?”
The contact sends my attention careening back to him. A shiver of desire races down my back. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His gaze rakes over me, slow and thorough. “Take off your skirt.”
Anticipation clashes with nerves. I hesitate for a split second. West quirks an eyebrow in my direction. “Do you want to use your safe word, kitty cat?” he asks evenly.