“No,” Nate said.
“Which means you volunteered.” The storm hadn’t remained outside. It had gathered force around Wolf and its heat threatened to consume them all.
Nate’s retreat was brought up short when he backed into the countertop. “So? What of it?”
“You knew I wouldn’t invite you here.”
Nate shrugged. “You don’t want anyone. Because you’re a fool.”
“A fool?”
“For always thinking you can do it alone. And you damn well know it.”
The men were a study in contrast. Fair to dark. Alpha to beta.
“Fuck your ego, Stone. There’s no place I’d rather be.” Nate’s tone was flat, as if that explained everything.
Kayla sucked in a breath when Wolf devoured the distance to pin Nate against the counter. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
“Wolf,” she said, licking her lower lip.
“You.” He shot Kayla a frightening glance. “I will deal with you directly.”
Her stomach plummeted to her toes. She was watching two magnificent warriors spar, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d be collateral damage.
Wolf returned his attention to Nate, capturing the man’s head between his palms and holding him prisoner.
What the hell…?
Wolf kissed Nate. Thoroughly. Punishingly. Brutally.
Her breath hissed out in stunned surprise.
Nate Davidson and Wolf Stone were gay?
Her world turned upside down and inside out. How could two virile, handsome, masculine men—men that she wanted to have sex with—possibly be gay?
Jumping out of her skin, Kayla placed her empty wineglass on the kitchen counter. She’d do anything to know what the two men were up to in the bedroom. But Stone, damn him, had shut the door behind him.
That hadn’t stopped her from listening, though. The masculine grunts and cries had whetted her appetite.
She considered herself a progressive type of person. In fact, some of her friends, female as well as male, were gay. But she hadn’t ever given much thought to what they actually did when the lights went out.
Until now.
The image of Stone with his cock up Nate’s ass made her pussy wet. But how the hell was she supposed to ask if she could watch them the next time they had sex?
She was considering a second glass of wine when Stone strode in.
He filled the space, stole her breath. She couldn’t believe it, but she wanted him, probably now more than ever, and that confused the hell out of her. How could she desire a man who’d just primitively taken another man?
“I’ll have one of those,” he said, indicating the uncorked bottle.
She nodded. Her hand shook a bit as she poured. “So…” Since the word sounded wobbly, she cleared her throat. “About what just happened…”
“Your face is the same color as the merlot,” he observed as she offered him the glass of wine.
“Yes, well…” She blushed often, much to her chagrin. Throughout her childhood, she’d been teased mercilessly. After handing off the stemware, she fanned her face.
The rain still beat a nasty staccato against the windowpanes, and the fire in the great room had turned to embers.
She backed up against the counter and spread her arms, gripping the edge as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Truthfully, her heart pounded so hard she wondered if it would explode. “I’m curious.”
He took an appreciative sip of the room-temperature merlot. “Go on.”
“Nate said neither of you are strictly homosexual.”
“We’re not.”
“As long as you can be the dominant one?”
He took a drink and regarded her over the rim. “Is this a clinical question, or a personal one?”
“I couldn’t help but hear—”
“Because you were eavesdropping,” he interrupted. “You’re blushing again.”
Aware of the message her body language was sending, she folded her arms protectively across her chest.
“You couldn’t help but hear…” Stone prompted.
“And I want to watch.”
“You’d rather watch two men get it on than participate?”
“Participate?” She blinked. “Like with the two of you?” Maybe she was mistaken. Maybe he didn’t mean anything of the sort. “Like a threesome?”
“Or some variation,” he said.
How the hell could there be a variation? She wasn’t exactly naive, but maybe he needed to draw her a picture.
More quietly, intimately, he went on. “Have you ever been dominated, Fagan? Sexually dominated?”
“No. But…I’ve seen your room in the basement.”
“The whips? The Saint Andrew’s cross?”
The eroticism in his words buzzed through her head.
“Have you ever been submissive? Knelt? Fetched a paddle? Served your Dom’s pleasure?”
“No.” She gulped.
“And you’re curious.”
Her mind exploded with images of being with him. She nodded.
“Just so I understand you explicitly, I want answers. Honest ones. Am I clear?”
The intensity in his eyes shot tension through her. “Yes, Wolf.”
“Good. A submissive is expected to participate, to draw the boundaries, to be unflinchingly candid about what he or she wants. That’s what I demand from anyone who submits to me.”
Was she going to do that? Submit to him? Put her trust in his hands? Tell him what she wanted? “I want to explore,” she confessed.
“Why?”
Unflinchingly candid. “I want to experience the vulnerability. The honesty.”
“Honesty?”
“I’m tired of running and hiding.”
“Tell me more.”
Kayla uncrossed her arms then dug her fingernails into her palms for courage. “I’ve always wanted more.” She paused. Silence stretched, as if it were a physical thing. “I mean sexually. It’s been okay, but… I don’t know. Lacking the connection I thought it would have.” Maybe it was her, the awful experiences she’d had with her husband. But now that Stone was demanding that she confront her needs, she was more aroused than she’d been in years…if ever.
“Have you pictured yourself spread open wide begging for my lash?”
He left her breathless.
“You are now, aren’t you, Fagan? Wondering? It will hurt. Despite that, maybe because of that, you want it. And the idea of being with two men intrigues you.”
“Yes.” The images made her tremble. “I want to be shattered. I want to be so complete, so satisfied that I’m not able to make a grocery list in my head after sex.”
“Grocery lists? You’ve been having sex with the wrong men,” Nate said.
She blinked. She hadn’t realized Nate was in the room.
He pushed away from the wall and walked toward them. “Is Kayla coming on to you, Stone?”
“Seems she wants to dance with danger.” Wolf raised his glass in her direction.
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Books By Sierra Cartwright
Titans:
Sexiest Billionaire
Billionaire’s Matchmaker
Billionaire’s Christmas
Determined Billionaire
Scandalous Billionaire
Titans Quarter:
His to Claim
His to Love
> Hawkeye:
Come to Me
Trust in Me
Meant For Me
Standalone:
Hard Hand (Part of the Hawkeye world)
Bonds:
Crave
Claim
Donovan Dynasty:
Bind
Brand
Boss
Mastered:
With This Collar
On His Terms
Over the Line
In His Cuffs
For the Sub
In The Den
Master Class:
Initiation
Enticement
Individual Titles:
Double Trouble
Shockwave
Three-Way Tie
Sign, Sealed, Delivered
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