Play With Me(40)

It dawned on her that while they’d blown her mind in release, neither of them had tried to f*ck her yet. If Murphy wanted to take her now, there really wasn’t much she could do to stop him. She still craved a connection, and being cast aside so easily by Chase left her more vulnerable than ever.

She tensed in his arms, worried where things would lead. “I want to go home.”

“We will soon enough.” His dick twitched under her.

The smooth, commanding voice he used with her heightened her awareness. She couldn’t go through with this. “No, you don’t understand. I have to get away. Now.”

“Relax, Eve. It’s not what you think. Don’t lose faith now.” His hand smoothed her hair and stroked her back.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Don’t tell me to relax. Just take me home.” Maybe she’d apologize later when she wasn’t mortally embarrassed or as weak as a newborn.

“Don’t tempt me, Eve. I need to f*ck and you don’t. However, my self-control only goes so far with the gorgeous naked woman I desire the most squirming on my lap.”

Oh! He wouldn’t. Would he? She quit moving immediately. Despite the emotional turmoil roiling through her, a shocking blast of arousal flamed bright, embarrassing her even further. She had to be defective even to think about him that way now. But it wasn’t Murphy who’d rejected her.

New tears pooled in her eyes. The hot shame of Chase’s rejection filled her once again.

Murphy pulled her head to his chest again. “Don’t worry, little one. You’ve had more than enough for one night. My only intention is to take you home and make sure you rest.”

Eve sighed into him. She didn’t have the energy to fight or worry. Tomorrow she’d deal with the fallout. For now, she had Murphy.

“As for Chase…” Murphy hesitated. “There are things you don’t know about him—about us.”

Now he’d gone and piqued her curiosity. Although why she cared she had no idea.

“He’ll come to his senses later, and then he’s going to feel like a jackass.”

Good. She wanted him to suffer just like she was.

Eve sighed. She wasn’t a spiteful person and she didn’t want to be one now. If Chase didn’t want her, so be it. She was a grown woman fully capable of accepting that whatever she’d thought had been there simply wasn’t. Still, the memories of the scene flooded her mind. She’d likely regret how it ended, but nothing could take that kind of pleasure away from her. For a few minutes she’d been at peace. Something that had eluded her until now.


Now she’d have to figure out how to get it on her own. It’s what she did. Face reality and find her own escapes. The little pleasures that made her forget the bad or the mundane.

Eve yawned.

“Try not to take Chase too personally tonight. He swore he wouldn’t get involved in another ménage relationship ever again. Now he’s half in love and it pisses him off.”

She snorted. “Half in love? You’re crazy. Did you see the look he gave me? That was not the look of a man half in love.”

Murphy lowered his lips to her ear. “I might be crazy, but when it comes to Chase, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ll see.”

Eve shook her head. She didn’t want to see. Accepting her mistake had to be the first step to getting past all of this. Murphy was a gentle soul. A demanding, deviant soul, but gentle with emotions as well. She would miss him after tonight. She’d have to quit her job and start looking for new employment all over again. That was definitely going to suck.

“Sleep now, Eve. You think too much.” He brushed a chaste kiss across her cheek and patted her hip.

Maybe when she woke up she’d find herself at home and realize all of this was a dream.

Wait. She jerked her head up.

“Did you say another ménage relationship?”

Murphy laughed. “A little slow on the uptake. That’s the kind of thing that can happen after an intense scene. Yeah, I said another.”

“When? What? Who?” She couldn’t form a coherent question.

“Sleep first. Then Chase can explain it to you. We need a submissive like you—he just hasn’t accepted it yet.”

Eve frowned. Yeah right. Chase wouldn’t be talking to her anytime soon. And that word again. He’d forced her to accept it, to embrace that she needed to submit to them, and look what good it did her.

Grateful that at least Murphy had not abandoned her, she once again snuggled into him until she found a comfortable position that didn’t stretch any of her already taxed-out muscles. On a sleepy sigh, she inhaled deeply. She wanted to imprint his scent on her memory. She had a feeling she would need it in the future when things got rocky.

Tomorrow she’d face the changes and start working on a new plan. Maybe she’d even find the courage to talk to her stepdad about the building she loved to hate. Either he gave her the control to restore it the way it needed to be, or she’d walk away. A fresh change was definitely in order.

*

Chase sat at Eve’s kitchen table in the dark. He’d waited for Murphy to come and ream him a new one. But the hours passed, and he never heard him stir from her bedroom. Good for him. At least one of them had their priorities straight.

They should have both spent their night cherishing the woman who’d surrendered fully to them for the first time ever. He’d pushed her right along with Murphy, determined to make her understand who she was and that it was okay to embrace.