She giggled. “See? And once you’re full recovered from the intense ordeal…” She trailed off as he laughed out loud, then waited until he finished. “Then we can talk about if you want to do it again.”
That got his attention.
The way his gaze sharpened like a knife made her shiver. His voice was rough and hard when he spoke. “I thought you didn’t need a threesome?”
She nodded. “I don’t.”
He leaned back in his seat.
“But I think maybe you do,” she said quietly. “And I’m not asking you to say yay or nay right now. Or even ever. Totally up to you. Even talking about it is up to you. But I was in your arms, Hunter. I could feel you getting off on it, too, you know? And then, yeah, once it was done, that was weird for you. But while you were getting me off…in front of Quinn, maybe a little bitforhim… you liked that.”
“Okay.” One word. Clipped and hard, but not a disagreement.
She waited a beat, because she was already out on a limb, but it felt sturdy. Mostly. She reached for his hand and he squeezed her fingers readily. That gave her the courage she needed to give him one last thought to mull on for the night. “Are you sure you don’t want to be the puppet master of someone else touching me?”
The slightest hitch to his slow, deep breaths proved that at the very least, she was on the right path. But it was late and there probably wouldn’t be any more exploration of Hunter’s secret kinky side tonight.
She tilted her head to the side and gave him a soft smile. “You want to take these back to our room? Then we can tuck into bed and watch middle-of-the-night episodes of CSI.”
He laughed and stood, drawing her into his side. “Vegas in Vegas? How meta.”
“Right? I bet they have an entire channel dedicated to it.”
