Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(36)

“Just about us?”

She slowly shook her head. “About Mason playing with us.”

It was all he could do not to give a vigorous fist pump. “Like what?” He hoped he’d managed as casual a tone of voice as he’d planned to use.

She reached out and slowly stroked his arm. “Like maybe the stuff you said you…” She didn’t continue. He wasn’t sure she could, her fear choking her voice off.

“Stuff I said I did in college?”

She nodded.

“You mean you’ve fantasized about me and Mason being together?”

She nodded.

He gently cupped her chin and made her look him in the eye. “I’ve had some fantasies myself. Want to hear some of them?”

Her eyes widened a little. “Yes.”

“Before I say anything, fantasies are always okay,” he said. “Never feel ashamed about them, all right?”

She nodded, her chin still resting in his fingers.

“And if there are ever some fantasies you might want to try to take to the next level, just talk to me. The worst I will ever do is say no. I promise I’ll never ridicule you. I’ll never berate you. And I’ll never, ever get mad at you. I swear.”

Tears filled her eyes, breaking his heart as they rolled down her cheeks. “Okay.”

He wasn’t sure if he should press forward, but if her fantasies were dovetailing with his, then it would mean she would soon feel better.

He hoped.

“I’ve fantasized about the two of us doing more to you than just topping you together,” he said. “Way more.”

“More?”

“Mm-hmm.” He smiled. “Way more.” He paused for deliberate dramatic effect. “Like one of us f*cking your gorgeous mouth while the other f*cks your beautiful ass.”

Her sharp intake of breath told him all he needed to hear, so he continued. “Or maybe things even progress to a point where I’m f*cking you while he f*cks me.”

Her lower lip caught under her teeth, her breathing growing shallow.

He leaned in, his lips hovering near hers. “Or maybe I’m f*cking his ass while he f*cks yours.”

Her soft gasp hardened his cock.

Bingo.

“I wouldn’t mind getting my cock sucked by him, either. Or seeing what it’d be like sucking his. Or even better, holding your hair while you suck him off, so I can watch you take it. I’m attracted to him. He’s a nice guy. If you were attracted to him, too, that’d obviously be a great bonus. Now, sweetheart. Would you like to tell me your fantasies?”

“That,” she whispered. “All of that and more.”

He closed the last little gap between them and kissed her. “Then I think we should have a talk with him and see if he’d be okay with maybe adding more to our play.”

“Yes, please,” she said.





Part of Kim’s soul knew she shouldn’t have been shocked about any of this. How many times had she fantasized about maybe watching Cole with another guy?

Countless times. Then when Mason came into their lives, he’d become the perfect focal point for some of those fantasies.

All right, for all of those fantasies.

The thought of being sandwiched between the two men had her * wet and her clit throbbing despite the weekend of forced orgasm scenes the men had put her through, taking her to a point where she thought she’d be good for at least days following.

The thought that Cole was not only okay with it, but had been riding the same wavelength as her, turned her on beyond anything she ever thought possible.

He rolled her onto her back and easily slid his cock inside her. She found her body responding, already trained to a certain extent.

What if this was Mason sliding his cock inside her?

She shivered at the thought, the good kind of shiver, amplified when Cole grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to move with him, her swollen clit rubbing against his body in almost the perfect way to get her over.

He leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck. Then he let out a delicious little growl before he bit down on the side of her neck.

Her world unhinged, sending her into orbit. He started f*cking her hard and fast to finish with her, even with his teeth still clamped onto her flesh.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He sat up and smiled down at her without releasing her wrists. “I love you, too, sweetheart. Feel better?”

She nodded. She felt a lot better.

It never should have worried her. Considering how Cole had handled all of this, it had been her own silly fears, her own hangups.

Goddamned Craige.

She hated that what she’d lived through still had such a strong hold on her psyche.

Maybe I need counseling.

No maybe about it. She did. She should. But when she looked at some people and their issues, hers seemed minor by comparison. Was she being ungrateful to the Universe for what she had? Was she being neurotic for no good reason?

They cuddled together to go to sleep, and she soon felt Cole’s breathing deepen and slow against the back of her neck. Doubting herself had become a way of life for her that she still had trouble shedding even after two years with Cole’s gentle, steady love.

They were supposed to have dinner with Mason on Wednesday night. He was coming by Cole’s, and play had been hinted at by both men.