Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle, #6)(36)

“Relax for me, baby,” Kaleb said, his mouth shockingly close to her ear. “Let me f*ck your beautiful ass, Zoey.”



Matt clears his throat again and lowers the tablet to his side, watching me carefully. “Does this turn you on?”

“It’s hot,” I reply. Fuck, yes, it turns me on!

“Is a threesome something you’re interested in?” His eyes are hot, watching me intently, and I wrinkle my forehead as I think of my answer.

“I think it’s something that most women fantasize about, wonder what it would feel like. Having two men focus entirely on her pleasure.” I shrug and blush. “But I’m way too shy for that.”

He sets the tablet on the bedside table and rolls toward me, facing me but not touching me.

“There are other ways to feel what it would be like to have sex with two men at once.”

I frown in confusion.

“Let me make this clear right now, little one.” He cups my cheek in one palm and holds me in his intense gaze. “I will never share you. The thought of someone else touching you doesn’t sit well with me, and I’m not interested in watching you with someone else. That isn’t my kink, and I won’t allow it.”

He drags his fingertips down my cheek and over my neck then cups my breast in his palm, making my legs squirm against the dull ache that has settled between them. “But, I can use toys, or even my own fingers, to give you the same full feeling.”

My eyes widen on his. Is he serious?

“Have you ever had anal sex, Nic?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Are you interested?”

“Tonight?” I squeak.

“No.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “No sex tonight. I’m enjoying just being with you. Holding you. But it’s something we can explore if you want. I would love to push your boundaries a bit, help you learn more about yourself.”

As I process his words, I’m shocked to discover that the possibility of exploring the kinkier side of sex doesn’t scare me in the least. It excites me, especially knowing that it’s Matt who will be with me every step of the way.

“I’d like that,” I reply softly.

“Do you remember when I told you that I’m a member of a club?” he asks quietly.

I nod, wary of where he’s taking this conversation.

“I’d like to take you there this weekend.”

I swallow hard, watching his face. He’s waiting patiently, watching me, his big hand petting me soothingly.

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because I want to share that part of my life with you, Nic.” He frowns and glances up as though he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “I can show you things that will excite you. Some might scare you. Turn you on. You don’t have to be interested in all of it. In fact”—he grins wolfishly—“you might not like most of it. But some of it might interest you. I’d love to show it to you.”

“Is it like the erotic festival where we met?” I ask.

“Not really. It’s easier to show you than try to describe it to you. But I guarantee you this”—he pulls me closer, wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my nose with his own—“if you are uncomfortable at all, all you have to do is say so and I’ll take you out of there. I’ll be right beside you every second. I promise you’ll be perfectly safe.”

“I always feel safe with you,” I reply honestly. “What would I wear?”

“The outfit you wore to the festival is perfect. Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go with you.”

He kisses me deeply, but before I can lean in and take it further, he pulls back, picks up the tablet and continues with the story.



She couldn’t verbally respond because her breath was locked in her chest…





Chapter Nine


What am I doing here?

Matt parks the car, cuts the engine and takes my hand in his, laces our fingers and pulls in a deep breath while watching me closely.

“Look at me.”

I bite my lip and find his bright blue eyes with my own.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m about to dive into a shark tank.”

He laughs in surprise and smiles warmly at me. “Well, at least you’re honest.” He kisses my knuckles tenderly. “What are you scared of?”

I shrug and look out the window toward the seemingly harmless house to my right. It’s a large house, but other than being big, it looks fairly normal. It’s set back in the trees, away from nearby neighbors. There are about a dozen cars parked in a small lot to the left of the building, ranging from expensive Mercedes to simple Toyotas. For all anyone would know, a Tupperware party could be going on inside.

If only.

“I won’t ask you again.” His voice has hardened in warning, and it makes my stomach clench in warmth.

Jesus, I enjoy riling the man up.

“I’m not sure,” I reply softly. “Maybe I’m just nervous because I don’t know what to expect.”

“You can expect to see people having sex. Some are into hard-core fetishes. Others just like to watch. Look at me,” he repeats, and I comply immediately. “While we’re here, you’re mine to take care of implicitly. I won’t leave you, not for a minute. Your safe word is ‘red.’ And it’s important that you do as I say, not because I’m on a power trip, but because it could be for your safety.”