Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He smiled because that was an admission that gave him hope. “Garrett and I had that handled.”
Her head came up, fire flashing in those gorgeous eyes. “You might have, but I don’t think Garrett knew what to do, Master.”
Smart kitten. “What makes you think that?”
Her hands stayed on her thighs as she looked up at him. “I watched for a few minutes. You removed her hands. If it had gone on for another couple of minutes, you would have gotten more aggressive. Garrett didn’t know what to do. He can threaten the hell out of a man, but he’s unsure how to handle a woman.”
“I assure you he wouldn’t have allowed her to touch him intimately,” Keane explained. “Garrett adapted in foster care in a way I never could. I suppose it was his protective mechanism. People pleasing. Especially women, since in most of the homes we were in, women were the caretakers.”
“And you?”
He was a stubborn dumbass. “I hit back harder and put up walls.”
“I can understand that,” she admitted. “Is Garrett a switch? Does he ever bottom for you?”
Oh, there was so much curiosity in the question. Not in a disdainful way. She wanted to picture it. That big strong man on his knees next to her. The two of them waiting for his discipline.
It wasn’t going to happen.
“Do you want me to?”
Keane stopped because that hadn’t come from Olivia. Garrett stood in the doorway, his eyes on Olivia and a familiar kit in his hand. He hadn’t brought his own. Just Keane’s.
That told him something. Something he’d always thought might bubble under his friend’s surface. Something Garrett might never be able to admit.
But the way he was staring at Olivia, the bit of longing in the question, made Keane think.
“Only if you want to,” Olivia replied. “I’m sorry. I come from a lot of threesomes, and even the straight ones have a hierarchy. Sometimes it’s because one of them is a switch. Sometimes there’s simply a dominant personality who takes over during sex. I suppose I was wondering what the hierarchy is.”
They had one. Garrett led in certain ways, but when it came to this, it was always Keane.
He’d been curious. Had always thought there was a weird spark between them. When they were younger he dismissed it, but the older they got, the more he wondered.
Garrett set the kit down. “Uhm, I think we kind of take turns.”
“We do not.” It was time to see if there was any chance this could work. “Garrett, take off your clothes and join our sub. Olivia, for your information, I’m the top. Garrett tops you, but I’m in charge of this. What I say in this room goes.”
As long as everyone agreed. It sounded very dominant and alpha, but the truth was the power was always in the hands of the submissive.
For a moment he thought he lost Garrett. They should have talked first. They should have sat down and had a long discussion.
Or he could accept that they would always end up here. When they found the right woman, they were always going to be able to take their proper places. Garrett’s was to be fluid. Keane’s was to push them all. Olivia’s was to make all of it meaningful for them.
He was about to say something when Garrett set down the kit and pulled his shirt over his head.
“So what you’re telling me is I get to top Olivia and I don’t have to make any decisions. That sounds like fun.” Garrett gave him a smile as his hands went to his belt buckle. A smile he’d never seen on his friend’s face before.
A smile that promised… He wasn’t even sure, but it made his whole being tense with anticipation. Whatever happened tonight would change things.
Change could be good. Change could be bad. The only thing it was for sure was constant.
He made excellent time getting out of his clothes. Garrett had a body built on lean lines, and he looked so good next to Olivia’s curvy femininity. He dropped to his knees beside her, and if he was worried that his cock was on full display, it didn’t show. Garrett was confident as he knelt down. As though it was a place he’d always wanted to explore.
Garrett’s shoulder rubbed against Olivia’s. “Do I have it right? I’ve never done this before.”
“But you wanted to,” Olivia teased.
“I’ve wondered what it’s like on the other side, but you should understand that I always top you,” Garrett replied with a smile. “Now show me what to do. Palms up or down?”
Olivia’s eyes came up to meet his. “That’s up to the Master. How do you like it, Master? Do you want your subs’ palms up or down when we greet you?”
She was a living, breathing temptation. A siren calling to his every protective and lustful instinct.