“Done.” He doesn’t hesitate, his knuckles white as he leans forward and clasps his hands together. “It was already happening. What else?”
My lips part, hesitation stealing my breath before I pull myself together. Can I—
Do it. Say it.
“Film it. Film it so I can watch it back the next day. So I can be… part of it.”
His lips part. “I… that’s not something we’d thought of. But yes. We can make that happen. It’ll be on a closed circuit, the footage available on a laptop only at our home and wiped when you’re finished.”
I get to watch.
“Done, then.” I whisper.
His face shifts, uncertainty flickering. “Wait. You’re—,”
“I’m saying yes.” To a deal with the devil. Because if Jenson can bring me to the brink of an orgasm with just a few words, I have no doubt that I’ll never be the same after this ends. “To you.”
“You. We haveyou.”
My underwear cannot get a break tonight. “Yes. You have… me.”
And there’s no longer any doubt in my mind that he wants me. Not when he looks at me like that.
He looks…unsteady. As if my words have knocked him from his axis. “To all three of us.”
River, with his golden skin and dimpled smile. And Kai, with his sapphire eyes and hands that I’ve imagined spreading over my skin, tracing patterns into my flesh.
“Yes,” I breathe. “You have yourself a deal.”
Three nights.
Twenty-four hours.
Theirs.
And I have a feeling it’s going to ruin me.
Jenson
She’s quiet beside me as I pull down one of the nicer city streets, a row of staccato townhouses stretching out before us. “You can drop me here.”
I hesitate, but pull in, turning off the engine. We both sit there for a moment, lost in thought. Although my thoughts are lost in her.
She said yes.
“You can still change your mind, you know. At any time.”
I can feel Briar’s eyes on the side of my face, although I keep them on the back of the car in front of us. But it sounds as if she might be smiling. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
There’s a lot still to discuss. The doctor, the forms, her preferences. Selecting what she wants, from the menu of options clutched tightly in her hands. “Call me – any of us – if you have any questions, no matter how small. I’ll send you Emily’s details to make an appointment.”
It doesn’t feel like enough. Not when the next time I see her, she might be underneath me, those golden, soft-looking thighs she showed me open to our touch. “Any questions at all. I mean it.”
“I have one question.” Her voice is as soft as the silk she’s dressed in when I turn to her. “Why do you want to do this?”
My hands tighten where they grip the steering wheel, my words pushed out through sheer force of will. “Does that matter?”
It’s a reasonable question. One that I don’t want to answer.
