I glanced at the faces. I recognized all of the trainers from the submissive training class, a few submissives that had been there as well as quite a few people I didn’t know.
Zeke turned toward me. “These people have all decided to give you direct access to their psyche.”
I laughed at the way he said that. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” He grinned. “It was Cav’s idea, actually. But Edge and I ran with it and these people have agreed to let you interview them, observe, whatever you need for your report. For as long as you need them.”
“Under one condition,” Edge said, placing his hands over my shoulders.
I looked back at him, lifting my eyebrows in question.
“No names are to be used.”
“Of course not,” I agreed, turning to face them, unable to hide my grin. “Thank you. Seriously.”
“Looking forward to it,” someone said.
“Me, too. I’ve never been interviewed before.”
I laughed, feeling lighter despite the events of the past few minutes.
“She’s all right,” someone said.
I jerked my attention toward the voice, my attention landing on Ian. “We’ll take care of her.”
Something in his gaze said he wasn’t making empty promises, either.
I nodded.
“Can we have cake now?” Ransom called out from the back of the room. “That’s the only reason I’m here.”
“Yes,” Edge said. “Let’s have cake.”
CAV
“SHE’S ALL RIGHT,” I TOLD EDGE WHEN I came to the bedroom to find Jamie snuggled up, sound asleep beside him. “I just got off the phone with Isaac.”
“They’ve got a thing for her,” he noted, his voice low.
“I’d say so. Ian and Isaac are with Everly and Heaven, plus whoever their other roommate is. Dante something or other. They’re safe, so that’s a good thing.”
Then again, safe was a relative word. They were safe from harm, I knew. Ian and Isaac wouldn’t hurt them, but they might have something else in store.
“Dante?” Edge frowned, set his book on the nightstand.
“Isaac didn’t explain it, just said it all seemed to be aimed at him.”
“Hmm.”
I felt the warmth of Edge’s gaze sliding over me as I pulled off my shirt.
“What?” I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans.
“I’m not allowed to observe?” Edge asked.
“Is that what you’re doin’?” Keeping my boxer briefs on, I stepped out of my jeans.
He motioned for me to come over to the other side of the bed. He patted the mattress beside him.
Unable to resist, I slid in, relaxing on the pillow as he told the Google Assistant to turn off the lights.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, leaning over me.
“Yeah?”
Warm hands slid over my chest, my ribs, moving lower as his mouth hovered just out of reach.
“I’m here now,” I told him as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear.
“I know.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
He leaned over, his mouth close to my ear. His voice was a warm whisper over my senses. “I thought I’d start by taking you in my mouth.”
I hummed my approval.
“End by sliding deep into the heaven of your body.”
My ass clenched with anticipation.
“Or maybe I’ll let you suck my cock, then you can fuck me.” He lifted his head, met my stare. “Your choice.”
“We’re gonna wake her up,” I told him.
“She won’t mind. She likes to watch.”
That she did. On more than one occasion, Jamie had told us—sometimes in explicit detail—how much she enjoyed seeing the two of us together.
“So what’s it gonna be?” he asked.
“Straddle my head,” I told him.
Edge smiled, tossed the blankets aside before getting into position. It took a little shifting, but he managed to get to his knees, move into position, his hand guiding his cock into my mouth.
I watched him as I sucked him deep. In this position, he had all the control and he took advantage of that. I was at his mercy, blessedly so. As he fucked my throat, I kept my eyes on him, hollowing my cheeks, sucking, licking, loving the way his bright eyes glazed over.
Edge wasn’t a quick lover, and I knew that when I’d made the choice. Long minutes passed as he used my mouth and my throat for his own pleasure.
“I’m gonna come down your throat,” he hissed. “You ready for me?”
I nodded as much as I could, sucking furiously as his dick pulsed and throbbed. He came on a muted roar, his head tipping back.
When he crumbled on top of me, his mouth settling over mine, I took advantage of the moment. Making out with Edge wasn’t a frequent occurrence. Not for me and him. Jamie was quite fond of it though. And while I loved my time with her and the two of them together, I enjoyed this time just as much.
Slicking my fingers with saliva, I reached around, teased Edge’s asshole. “I want to be inside you.”
He ground his cock against my thigh, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.
Edge allowing me to fuck him also wasn’t a frequent occurrence. However, there were times I knew he needed to give himself over to me. And like every other time, I took my time with him. Teasing, tormenting, preparing him to take my cock.
By the time he was panting and moaning, I was lubed up and sliding into the warm heaven of his body.
“Christ,” I muttered, nipping his shoulder. “I love being inside you.”
Edge groaned.
“So tight, so hot.” I nipped his earlobe.
A soft moan sounded from beside me and I glanced over to see Jamie watching us, her eyes hooded.
Edge turned his head to face her, his hand reaching for hers.
Her eyes remained on me as I gripped Edge’s hips, drove myself into him. Hard, deep. I took my time, relishing every blistering-hot second.
The blankets moved, catching my attention.
“Ah, hell, cupcake,” I moaned. “You’re killin’ me.”
Her fingers were V’d, holding her pussy open for my hungry gaze as she teased her clit.
I continued to fuck Edge, holding his hips firmly, driving forward, retreating as I watched the woman I loved play with herself. The familiar hum of a vibrator sounded, and she smiled.
“Make yourself come,” I insisted.
Edge growled, pushed back against me as though urging me to continue.
I did. The erotic sensations intensified inside me, a frenzy of lust bubbling in my veins as I fucked him hard and fast, chasing my release while Jamie brought herself to orgasm beside us.
When I came, I slammed into Edge, sucking in air, trying to fill my lungs. I laughed when Edge bucked me off him as he mounted Jamie.
“Oh, God,” she cried out when he drove into her.
As I caught my breath, I watched them both unravel together. And when Jamie reached over, twined her fingers with mine as they came together, I felt the world shift…
Just as it always did.
They owned me. I’d given them my heart, my body, and my soul.
And they’d given me theirs in return.
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Acknowledgments
Of course, I have to thank my wonderfully patient husband who puts up with me every single day. If it wasn’t for him and his belief that I could (and can) do this, I wouldn’t be writing this today. He has been my backbone, my rock, the very reason I continue to believe in myself. I love you for that, babe.
A huge thank you to my amazing daughter, who is also my personal assistant, my office manager, and the only person who can keep me on track, even when I refuse to follow directions. You will never fully understand how important you are to me.
Chancy Powley – Thank you for putting up with me. I’m probably the world’s worst friend because I never answer my phone and always think I’ve responded to text messages. Just remember, I’m always thinking about you!
I also have to thank my street team – Naughty (and nice) Girls – Your unwavering support is something I will never take for granted.
I can’t forget my copyeditor, Amy at Blue Otter Editing. Thank goodness I’ve got you to catch all my punctuation, grammar, and tense errors.
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About Nicole Edwards
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in the suburbs of Austin, Texas with her husband and their youngest of three children. The two older ones have flown the coup, while the youngest is in high school. When Nicole is not writing about sexy alpha males and sassy, independent women, she can often be found with a book in hand or attempting to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on social media and interacting with her readers - even when she's supposed to be writing.
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BY NICOLE EDWARDS
ALLURING INDULGENCE
Kaleb
Zane
Travis
Holidays with the Walker Brothers
Ethan
Braydon
Sawyer
Brendon
THE WALKERS OF COYOTE RIDGE
Curtis
Jared
Hard to Hold
Hard to Handle
Beau
Rex
AUSTIN ARROWS
Rush
Kaufman
CLUB DESTINY
Conviction
Temptation
Addicted
Seduction
Infatuation
Captivated
Devotion
Perception
Entrusted
Adored
Distraction
DEAD HEAT RANCH
Boots Optional
Betting on Grace
Overnight Love
Jared
DEVIL’S BEND
Chasing Dreams
Vanishing Dreams
OFFICE INTRIGUE
Office Intrigue
Intrigued Out of the Office
Their Rebellious Submissive
Their Famous Dominant
Their Ruthless Sadist
Their Naughty Student
PIER 70
Reckless
Fearless
Speechless
Harmless
Clueless
SNIPER 1 SECURITY
Wait for Morning
Never Say Never
Tomorrow’s Too Late
SOUTHERN BOY MAFIA/DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND
Beautifully Brutal
Without Regret
Beautifully Loyal
Without Restraint
STANDALONE NOVELS
Unhinged Trilogy
A Million Tiny Pieces
Inked on Paper
Bad Reputation
Bad Business
NAUGHTY HOLIDAY EDITIONS
2015
2016
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