Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Continuing the romantic theme, Dylan’s bedroom was bathed in a soft reddish glow, giving them enough light to see each other clearly but not be harsh.
She considered his oversized bed, stripped down to only a dark, fitted sheet. “Do you want to protect the bed?”
With three of them, it would get messy.
“I always use a waterproof mattress pad,” Dylan answered.
Smart.
He finished with, “And I promise you, it’ll be needed tonight.”
That promise made her thighs quiver.
She approached the bed, trailing a finger over the soft, silky sheet the same way she had with the tub. “Do you have tonight all planned out?” She paused and glanced over her bare shoulder.
“Only what happened in the bathroom.” Dylan approached where she waited at the head of the bed. “We’ll figure out the rest of the evening as we go.”
“We’ll follow our impulses,” she murmured.
Ford also came closer. “And our desires.”
Movement above her had her glancing up. What the—
“That wasn’t there before.” The large mirror above his bed hadn’t been there when she toured his wing the day of the resort’s open house.
“I decided to install it the other week.”
She spotted very small hooks at each corner of the mirror. Not big enough to support any kind of sex equipment. “And the hooks?”
“So I can cover it with a piece of fabric if I get sick of staring at myself.”
She wasn’t sure anyone would get sick of staring at Dylan, especially while naked, and she was damn sure he slept that way.
“Or you want to hide it.”
“That, too,” he confirmed.
With her eyes to the mirror, she watched the men step into her space. However, their predatory gazes were not on their reflection. They were on her.
The hunger in their eyes told her that she would definitely be the “meal” tonight.
She dropped her gaze and turned. “Where do we start?”
Dylan pushed a lock of her still damp hair over her shoulder. “We’re not going overboard with the equipment or toys tonight. I think it’s best for us to concentrate on each other since it’s the first time we’ll all be together.”
Ford wiggled his eyebrows. “And if everything goes smoothly and we’re all in agreement that this will work, we can play like we mean it next time.”
A thrill shot through Erin. “I like the sound of that.”
“We all do,” Ford agreed. “Do you have a hair tie with you?”
Well, that was an unexpected request. “Sure, in my purse out in the car.”
“Shit,” he muttered before glancing at Dylan. “Do you have a rubber band?”
“In the kitchen. Not sure I want to run into Dani or Dayne like this.” He pointed at his stiff cock.
Ford pursed his lips for a second. “Grab me a shoelace.”
“What are you doing?” Erin’s curiosity was now piqued.
Instead of answering her, he turned her and began French braiding her hair.
What? When did he learn how to do that?
“Grab something for me to tie off the bottom,” he once again said to Dylan.
Dylan jerked into motion and headed for one of the cabinets or closets, or whatever the built-ins were considered, along the one wall.
The second Ford was done braiding her long, damp hair, he brushed his lips along the nape of her neck, drawing a shiver from her.
When Dylan returned, Ford held up the end of the braid. “Tie that off.”
It clearly was not a request; it was an order. Erin expected Dylan to get bent about it, but surprisingly enough, he didn’t. He simply did what he was told.
Interesting.
Would the power dynamics be fluid between the two men? If so, it might make becoming a threesome easier.
Ford released her braid. “We have one goal tonight,” he started.
She turned in time to see the two men give each other a nod before Dylan finished with, “Make her come undone.”
Ford leaned back against Dylan’s heavy-duty headboard. One that wasn’t only aesthetic, but meant to be used during bondage, or possibly even light, fun play.
This evening it was being used as support since he sat against it with his legs extended and open in a V. Erin, on her knees, had her wrists bound with silk rope at the small of her back.
That kept her off balance since she didn’t have the use of her arms. So, he controlled her head with his own hands as she sucked his cock. The speed, the depth, all under his control.
Of course, since they’d done this many times over the years, he knew her limits but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t push them. He usually did.
One thing he appreciated about Erin was she never complained. She usually rolled with whatever he wanted because she trusted him. Completely.
He did the same.
He also trusted her to give a signal if he lost his head. Something that could very well happen with everything going on tonight.
With her mouth occupied by his cock and her hands tied behind her, the agreed upon signal would be waving the bandana she had clutched in one hand. So far, she hadn’t given it. But then, right now he wasn’t pushing her as hard as he could. Most likely due to being distracted by what Dylan was up to.