Taking Turns (Turning #1)(42)

“It’s just so easy to get attached to Number One, you know?”

“Sorta,” I say. “I can see it a little bit. It was so confusing on Friday night and then Smith took me home and took over. Took control, I guess.” Quin laughs. I even get a small smile at that assessment. So I keep going. “He made a house key. And he changed my alarm code. It’s like, he moved himself in.”

“We’re not supposed to talk about what you do with them,” Quin says. “But tell me what happened next. I really need this distraction and I’ve always wondered how the other guys handled being Number One. Because obviously, I f*cked it all up.”

“What do you mean?” I’m so confused.

“What did he do then?”

“He had champagne ready. He kissed me. Fingered me.”

“He got you all wound up and then he told you the rule, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. But we took a shower together and he shaved my legs. That was… interesting. And then we… masturbated in front of each other.”

“Classic Smith.” Quin lets out a small laugh that has nothing to do with happiness. “The reason he’s not allowed to touch you is because if he did, he’d have this claim on you as Number One. And we try to avoid things like that. It makes it hard to have a real plural relationship.”

“So that’s what you’re all after? The four of us as one… unit, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Quin looks at me. Finally. His hands start rubbing my thighs and I’m so f*cking horny after being neglected by Smith this weekend. “We don’t find that very often. And obviously we never had a real one with Rochelle. I liked her a lot. Bric liked her OK. But Smith never liked her. That’s why he was Number Two last time.”

Ah-ha! I got that answer anyway, so f*ck you, Smith Baldwin.

“Next week I’ll tell you more if you’re still confused after Bric explains the rest of it.”

I’m dying to know what Bric’s rule is. In fact, everything about this new life I’ve started with the three of them is fascinating.

“How old are you?” I ask.

“Thirty-four. You?” He’s still looking at me. His hands are still rubbing my thighs. Every now and then, one will creep up my ass cheek.

“Thirty,” I say. “But I’ll be thirty-one in February.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I say. “That’s our rule, right? Get to know each other.”

“Why the f*ck would you agree to something like this? I mean, you’re very pretty, Chella. You’re smart, and you have a good job, and you come from serious money and power. You don’t need anything from us. You don’t need Bric’s promise of a dream come true. So why the f*ck are you doing this?”

I shrug. I’m not ready to talk about all the things in my head. Or my past, or where my life is going. “When Rochelle told me about you guys I was… enthralled.”

“The book?” Quin asks. “You obviously know what that book is. And she picked you because you bought it, didn’t she?”

“Well,” I say. “So much for hiding my true motive.”

“Why do you want to hide it?”

“Come on, Quin.” I laugh. “I realize you guys have been doing this for a long time. But it’s still not… normal.”

“Oh,” he says. But his hands have been getting more and more active over the past few minutes. He’s got my thong pulled aside and his fingers are probing at the wetness between my legs, dragging it up and over the entrance to my *.

I have to close my eyes when he inserts his finger just a tiny fraction.

“Do you like it in the ass?” he whispers.

I bite my lip, don’t open my eyes, and nod my head. “Yes. I do.”

“Do you want to see my cock?” he asks, pulling a long strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. “Do you want to suck it? And sit on it, and f*ck me until you come all over my dick?”

I am panting with want. I am swimming in want. I will die of the longing. “Yes,” I say.

“Take off my jacket.”

I open my eyes, draw in a deep breath, and start undressing him. Underneath my * I can feel his cock growing through his pants.

Once I get the suit coat off, he says, “Loosen my tie. Take it off me. Put it around your head, and make it into a blindfold.” His finger slips deeper into my * as he says this, making me squirm and gasp. “Do it,” he gently urges.

I loosen the tie, slip it over his neck, and place it over my head, pulling it tight again when it’s over my eyes.

“That’s better,” Quin says. “Now take off my shirt.”

My fingers reach for his chest, feel for the buttons. They slid up to the top one and begin to unbutton. When I get to the waistband of his trousers, I pull the shirt out. I caress the soft hair that leads down to his hard cock.

“Don’t touch it yet, Marcella Walcott. Not until I say so. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes.” I unbutton the last two buttons and then take a deep breath as I slip the shirt down his shoulders. I can’t stop myself from feeling his muscles. I have a thing for shoulders and even though I’m blind, I can see them perfectly in my mind’s eye, just from the light flicker of contact I have through my fingertips.