“I like it, too.” I hesitate. “But as long as we’re together, I’m never going to go to a sex club, you know? Not that I want to do that, exactly, but I don’t want to have what-ifs, either.”
“I’ve opened your eyes to all manner of kinky fuckery and I’m no longer enough?” He’s kidding, but not entirely.
I’ve really put my foot in it. “No! Not at all. You’re…you’d be enough for a lifetime of fucking, Gavin.”
“But?” Now the grumpy edge is back. Men. So sensitive.
“No but this time. You’re enough. Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything.”
“That’s not how this works, Sprite.”
“Then you can’t get hurt feelings when I try to talk about it, Sir.”
He’s silent for a minute. “Okay,” he finally says. “That’s fair. I apologize. So what does my little fuckerette want to explore?”
“Fuckerette?”
“A girl into kinky fuckery.” He grins. “A woman after my own heart.”
“I am that,” I say softly. I love you. If I could just say it out loud, it would probably ease a lot of his doubts, but even though my heart is bursting with that, my head says it’s too soon. So I focus on safer ground. “What you were describing. The threesome. You dictating what people do to me. Being…fully taken. I’m not saying that suddenly I want a threesome, but—”
“I want to eliminate that word from your vocabulary.”
“Oh.”
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting a threesome.” Right. I know that, intellectually. But I still feel like I should feel guilty about it. Even when I don’t. I tell him as much, and he gets a curious look on his face. “There are other ways to satisfy a fantasy. Watching porn together, for example. We got to have that bit of voyeurism without risking the public exposure of going to a sex club. There are toys we can use to…fully take you, as you said.”
I shiver at the thought of that.
“And if you wanted…”
I hold my breath. Do I want him to finish that sentence?
He looks at me long and hard before continuing. “I’d give you anything you want, Sprite. There’s always a way to make it work.”
“How?” My breathlessness is totally giving me away, and he gives me a knowing look.
“You let me worry about that.” He pulls me close and kisses my forehead, a tender gesture that is actually way hot. He’s way hot. I’m the world’s luckiest girl. “We’re still figuring out what this is between us, Ellie. But whatever it is, it’s special to me, and I’m going to take care of it. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”
“I know that. Without reservation.”
He gives me a long, calculating look that makes my toes curl. “So you want to be taken, eh?”
“It’s your fault,” I whisper, sliding into the fantasy. “You’ve given me a taste…”
“Give a girl an inch,” he growls.
I blush. “And now I’ll be fantasizing about taking a mile. Maybe. Yes.”
“And if we did include someone else…it would still be me in control. Me orchestrating your pleasure. You understand that, right?”
“That’s the whole turn on. I’d never imagine wanting to do it with anyone else.”
“Good. Get your phone. Show me what you like. Maybe I can find a way to recreate that in another way.”
23
Gavin
I wake up with my hand curled possessively around Ellie’s breast, and my cock half-hard, rubbing against her ass.
When my alarm goes off, I turn it off. I don’t need to do pushups this morning. I got plenty of exercise last night, and if I can pry myself away from Ellie, I’m going to try to make it to hockey again today.
“Morning,” she says, and the soft, sleepy huskiness in her voice takes my dick from interested to demanding.
I reach for a condom. Wake-up sex is a fucking awesome tradition.
After she comes twice, both times with her cunt milking my cock for all it’s worth, we shower together and that’s just nice, but damned if I don’t like it almost as much.
I don’t tell her about hockey yet. Either I’ll get an opportunity or I won’t go. And I’m rewarded for my patience when, after we dry off, she pulls yoga clothes out of her bag.
“After last night, I need to do some major stretching,” she says as she glides past me. “So once we make some breakfast, I might head to yoga.”
“Is this some of that taking things slow plan?” Because I want to invite her back here after, but I don’t want to push.
She lifts one delicate shoulder. My gaze hooks on a trio of freckles that decorate her bare skin there and I loop my arms around her waist, holding her tight so I can kiss them.
“Come back here once you’re done?”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“I’ve got a thing, too, so I’ll drop you off and pick you up.”
She turns in my arms. “What are you off to do?”
It’s damn hard to hold her in my arms and just have a conversation. I want to lose myself in her mouth, but I settle for a light kiss before I tell her about the new team. “When I was trying not to want you quite as much as I do—trying and failing—I asked Lachlan to find me a hockey game.”
“To watch?”
“To play. A pick-up team, casual but organized enough that the participants can be screened. I missed last week because I had to prep for the summit.”
“You play hockey.”
“Used to play every week. Now I don’t know how often I’ll get to do it, but there’s a group of guys that Lachlan trusts, and…it’s fun.”
“Stop it with the perfect.”
She means it lightly, a compliment, but it’s damn close to the whole pedestal thing that makes me uncomfortable. I shrug it off. “I love hockey.”
“That’s because you’ve got maple syrup in your veins.” She gives me an amused look. “Can I come watch you play sometime?”
“You’d want to?”
“Of course.”
“Sure. But I need to warn you that Tate Nilsson plays on my team, and if you drool over him, I’ll get all jealous and beat my chest like a caveman.”
“The captain of the Ottawa Senators plays on your pick-up hockey team?”
“There are some perks to being the prime minister.”
“No kidding.”
Today I watch my teammates through a new lens. Of course, once you’re looking for it, the signs are there. Tate’s so alpha it hurts, but he’s a maverick. None of Max’s rule-bound Dominant persona for him. He’s more like me, and just wants to be in charge. Gets off on the extra dirty stuff, maybe.
And Lachlan… I think back to how many times Tate has said my security chief is the go-to guy for setting things up.
Fuck. Lachlan probably spends his free time being a monitor at a local BDSM club. He’s got exactly the right personality for serving as the DM, disarming and calm, but with a natural authority that people can’t help but respect.
And like.
Ellie likes Lachlan, for example.
My dick is so busy thinking about that little ping in my head—Lachlan, Ellie…Lachlan and Ellie. How much I trust him, and maybe only him, at least in this regard.
I’m thinking so hard, I miss a turnaround at the far end of the rink and suddenly one of the forwards from the other side is shooting up the rink toward our net.
I skate backwards as fast as I can, hustling to get between him and Corinne in goal. I’m not going fast enough to intercept, but he veers to the side and that’s enough that when he shoots, she catches an edge of it and dumps the puck into the corner.
“Lucky,” Tate yells at me as I hook it with my stick and pass it behind the net to our other defenceman.
Sometimes, that’s my middle name.
“Turn-up!” I holler and he dekes out of the way as their right winger charges in, feinting to the left before spinning toward the boards and getting the puck back up the ice where it belongs.<
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I keep my mind on the game for the rest of our ice time, but the spark of the idea I had out there doesn’t want to leave me alone.
As soon as Lachlan and I are in the car and the doors are shut, I start talking. I need to take advantage of the absolute privacy before I lose my nerve. “So…what do you think of Ellie?”
“She’s lovely.” Not hot, cute, sexy, gorgeous, fuckable. He gives me a careful, diplomatic answer.
Jesus. How the hell am I supposed to ask my head of security to help me fuck my girlfriend?
I try again. “Do you find her…attractive?”
“Where’s this going? Because, I sure as shit know you’re not looking for approval.”
“Can we talk in hypotheticals for a moment?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Okay, if someone you knew had a girlfriend who’s shown a little interest in…an extra set of hands, among other things, in the bedroom and has maybe hinted that she might like that second set of everything to be you… ”
“And, you’re wondering whether my level of kinky extends to threesomes involving more than one dick.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s kind of where this is headed.”
“Kind of? Are you fucking kidding me? This isn’t some harmless kid’s game. There can be serious repercussions from this kind of activity.”
“I’m well aware. Not my first rodeo.”
“Maybe not, but this time, it would involve someone you care about.”
I let that sink in for a minute. “True. But part of caring about her is fulfilling as many of her fantasies as I am able.”
“Not all fantasies are meant to become reality.”
“Are you saying no?”
“I’m saying there would need to be ground rules.”
“Of course. First and foremost, her pussy is off limits. That’s mine.”
“Fair enough. Second—no mouth kissing.”
“Definitely no mouth kissing.”
“What about her ass?”
“Also mine.”
“Breasts?”
“They’re yours to do with whatever she lets you.”
“You’re sure about this?”
Not really, but as Dan Savage would say, I’m good, giving, and game. “Let’s go pick up Ellie and take her home.”
“Well, that escalated quickly,” Lachlan says under his breath.
Yeah. I can’t explain the urgent drum beat deep inside me, but this is a now or never thing, and I don’t ever want to say never to Ellie.
24
Ellie
Gavin’s hockey games are at the Sensplex in the suburbs, so I’ve got time after my yoga class to take a long, hot shower and browse through the shop at the front of the store. When his car pulls up, I dash out.
Lachlan barely makes it around to get the door for me.
“In a hurry?” he asks, his eyes lingering on my face as he waits for my answer.
I laugh. “Shush. Secrets, remember?”
“Indeed.”
“You’re working non-stop lately,” I say as he pulls open the door and gestures for me to get in.
“I wouldn’t call today work, Ms. Montague.”
Weird.
Gavin reaches for me and tugs me in close as Lachlan closes the door behind us. We’re alone for a second and his mouth covers mine, his fingers tracing the shape of my face as he gives me a searing kiss hello.
“Good game?” I ask breathlessly when Lachlan takes his place in the driver’s seat again.
Gavin nods. “Yeah. How was your yoga…game?”
“Practice.” I lace my fingers through his and lean back against the seat. He reaches across me and grabs my seat belt. I could do it myself, but somehow he makes this hotter.
Lachlan is watching in the rearview mirror as Gavin tugs the belt across my torso, buckling me up before he runs his hand back up the part that crosses my chest. He settles the canvas right between my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He grins. “Is Lachlan watching?”
I glance at the front again. Our gazes meet in the mirror and Lachlan winks.
“You know he is,” I whisper to Gavin.
“Good. Let’s have some fun.”
Fun. That’s a loaded term.
I want to tell him this is a mistake. He’s misread me or I was just talking last night, but beneath my light top, my nipples are hard and the thought of Gavin’s chief of security watching us do something, anything…it turns me on.
There’s nothing wrong with this.
Doubt wars with hot, hungry desire as I search Gavin’s face for that reassurance. But it’s really gotta come from inside me. My hands slick with perspiration and I press them to the skirt I changed into after my shower.
Easy access for Gavin.
Now the way his fingers are circling on my knee and onto my thigh, I’m realizing the error in my judgement.
Too easy.
I’m too easy.
God, I’m going to let him touch me and Lachlan’s going to watch, and no, that isn’t making me wet.
I’m soaked.
Like, these panties are toast.
I’m easy and a liar.
“Fun?” I ask on a quick exhale, turning my face toward Gavin.
“We’ve got some ground rules,” he says, but not quietly. He’s not hiding this conversation from Lachlan.
They have ground rules. For me. The we in that sentence is my boyfriend and his security officer.
“Do you?” I arch my eyebrows, but I’m not kidding anyone in this car. My nipples are on board, my panties are soaked, and I’m pretty sure both of them can smell my arousal. My red cheeks are totally betraying my lofty questioning of this plan.
“You’ve got your safewords, Sprite.”
I nod my head. “You’re in charge?”
“Always.”
“Then I’m yours, Sir.”
His palm glides up my inner thigh as his lips caress the outer curve of my ear. “Think you can come by the time we get home?”
We’re only two blocks away. “Ahhh…”
“Imagine Lachlan’s hands on your breasts as I lick your pussy. His cock sliding into your mouth as I fuck you from behind, just like that video we watched last night.”
My eyelids flutter shut as he rubs his thumb over my clit through my panties.
The car slides to a halt.
My eyes snap open and I see we’re pulling through the gates at 24 Sussex.
Gavin tugs my underwear down my hips. My gaze flies to the rearview mirror, but Lachlan’s busy driving.
Am I disappointed? I don’t have any time to process that before Gavin smooths my skirt back in place. Then he brushes his mouth against my ear. “Time’s up, Sprite. Now you have to wait.”
Lachlan smothers a laugh from the front seat—so he’d been paying attention even as he was parking the car—and Gavin takes my hand, kissing my knuckles as I glower at him.
“I’m sorry. There wasn’t enough time.” His eyes glint with mischief, though. He doesn’t mean it. He could make me come in ten seconds if he wanted to.
He presses my palm to his erection, and I stroke the length of him. He’s rock hard. He wants this as much as I do.
I give him a flirty look from beneath my eyelashes. “Maybe I’ll torture you when we get inside.”
“Please do.”
He holds me close as Lachlan lets us in and turns off the alarm.
Then Gavin leads us upstairs. Not to his room, but the other end of the second floor, to a room I’ve never been in before.
It’s a space designed for entertaining, with couches and chairs on every wall, even in front of the bookcases that line one end and around the fireplace at the other.
Has 24 Sussex ever seen this kind of entertaining before?
Probably. My world view is rapidly morphing.
Lachlan sits on a wide chair. Gavin points me to a couch on the opposite wall, but stays standing. He loo
ks back at our guest. “Drink?” Lachlan gives him a look and Gavin rolls his eyes. “One drink. To be social. We all know the limits here.”
“Sure, I’ll take a beer.”
“Sprite?”
“A beer sounds great. But I can get it.”
“Stay, please.” He leans over and kisses me, a rough and possessive burn across my mouth that leaves my lips tingling. “Be right back. And while I’m gone, I want you to keep your thighs spread. Just enough to make Lachlan’s mouth water, wondering what’s under your skirt.”
“Gavin…” I touch his cheek.
His gaze is steady. “Yes, Sprite?”
Maybe if he’d used my name, I’d have questioned him here. Is this insane? But everything about us is insane. So I just smile and say, “Hurry back.”
“This is still you and me.” He rubs his thumb against the corner of my mouth and I lick at it. He groans. “Lachlan’s game to be an extra pair of hands to help me blow your mind. That’s all.”
I watch him leave. He changed into jeans and a t-shirt after the game, and both fit him like a glove. The sight of him leaving a room is very distracting.
It takes me a minute to turn my attention to the other man in the room. When I do, Lachlan is just watching me.
“What?”
“The PM has taken me into his confidence with this, and I will never betray that, Ellie.”
“Thank you.” I twist my fingers together. “You’ve done this before?”
He leans back in his chair. “I have.”
“That’s good.”
He grins. “I hope it is. I’ll do my best.”
Before I can answer, Gavin’s back. He hands Lachlan one of the three bottles of beer he’s carrying, then crosses to me and gives me another kiss before pressing my own beer into my hand.
“Talk about anything interesting while I was gone?” He winks at me as he paces backwards toward the fireplace.
We’ve got a triangle going on now, and the electricity is arcing back and forth. Mostly between Gavin and me—I want him back over here, beside me. I’m always greedy for him.
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