“If you want to do the eggs, I’ll bring plates out,” Kenny said. “Afraid we only have coffee, beer, water, and whiskey to drink, though.”
She lifted her grocery bag. “I brought apple cider to share, but coffee would be good, assuming you have sugar and milk.”
“No milk,” Silas said. “But we have some heavy cream since I’ll be making from-scratch alfredo tomorrow.”
She smiled. “That works.”
They sat around the big pine table when everything was ready — eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits, blackberry preserves. Willow took a bite of the sausage and made a small, involuntary sound.
Silas grinned. “That’s the same noise you made over my barbecue yesterday.”
Boone’s mouth curved. “Means we’re doing it right.”
Kenny’s gaze lingered on her for a beat longer than felt casual. “So. You said you’ve got time before your next stretch at work. No rush to get off the mountain?”
She shook her head. “Nope. I can be here until about a week before Thanksgiving if I have to be.” She would run out offood before then, so that wasn’t completely true, but she didn’t correct herself.
“That’s good,” he said, and buttered a rolled biscuit with slow precision. “Because I’ve been thinking about how we could make the best use of being stranded together.”
His gaze was all heat and testosterone, and her stomach tightened beforeeverythingfluttered. Fire rushed between her thighs, and she took a bite to give herself a moment to consider a response. He seemed to be heading somewhere interesting, and she didn’t want to shut it down. In fact, she wanted to encourage it, so she swallowed and said, “That sounds like the start of a possibly fun proposal.”
“Maybe it is,” Kenny said, voice steady, calm as still water. “But it’s not one I’d drop on you cold. We’ll eat first. Talk after.”
His calmness was the kicker. He wasn’t teasing. He’d already decided on something, and now she had to decide how curious she was.
“Oh no. You don’t get to just start something like that and then say we’ll talk later. Out with it, wolf.”
Silas chuckled. “She’s got you there. Keep going. She’s clearly interested in where you’re headed.”
Kenny set his biscuit down and leaned back in his chair, studying her like a man deciding how best to cut a slab of beef. Not in a hurry, not uncertain, just weighing the shape of it.
“All right,” he said at last. “You like kink. We like kink. The three of us came up here to work on trust and coordination. Management styles. You being here opens a door I didn’t expect.”
Boone rested his elbows on the table, big hands loose around his mug. Silas mixed some of the pork into his eggs. Took a bite.
Kenny’s gaze didn’t leave hers. “Your book has sex with three men on one woman. If that doesn’t interest you, this won’t work, and that’s fine, but if it does? No strings. The four of usset boundaries ahead of time. Safeword’ll be honored without hesitation. Hard limits respected. You tell us what you like, what you don’t.”
He looked at Boone, who said. “We build the scene after the negotiations. You can give us input, but…” he shrugged. “Your call, just wanted that part clear.”
Her pulse jumped, and she set her fork down, hyperaware of how the three men had gone still around the table, waiting.
“I prefer the double-safeword method, soredto stop a scene, as in it’s over and may not start back, andyellowto let you know things are headed in that direction.” She met Kenny’s gaze, her pulse picking up speed. “Up to you whether you check in with me or assume you know the problem and back off, or continue as is and force me to end the scene.”
“Is that a yes?” Kenny asked.
“It’s amaybe. I’ve never taken on even two men at once. Three will be a lot, and yet…” She sighed. “Reading about it is hot and no way in hell am I sayingnoright off the bat, but the real thing, moving it from fantasy to reality?”Fuck, she wanted to say yes, but she did the adult thing and finished with, “It’s amaybe, and we need to talk before I can turn it into ayes.”
She wanted it to be ayes. Every cell in her body screamed for it. But she couldn’t just strip and let them go to town without boundaries, no matter how badly her inner submissive begged her to.
“Not a chaotic scene,” Kenny said. “Structured. Intense, but we’ll let you get used to us before we reach the finale, with all three of us in you at once.” A shrug. “I’m big on control, but it looked like your book had plenty of power exchange.”
She looked at Silas, and his grin turned wicked. “We don’t have monkey bars, but I’m sure we can figure out what to string you up under.” He frowned. “No floggers, either. How do you feel about belts and wooden spoons?”
“I’m not opposed, though a warmup will be appreciated if you’re going straight to leather and wood.”
She looked at Boone, and he met her gaze with several seconds of silence, letting her take in the size of him before he said, “I figure not having toys with us might work better. My hand spanking your ass while someone else’s dick is down your throat.”
A bolt of heat shot through her, straight to her core. Hand spanking had always been a huge turn-on for her, and the scent of her arousal bloomed around her. Her nipples tightened against the cotton turtleneck, and she had to resist the urge to squirm in her chair.
