My lips part, but no sound comes out.
A thumb traces the edge of my jaw.
“Good girl.”
The touches multiply—one at my shoulders, one low on my back, another along my thigh. Heat blooms everywhere they touch. Their hands are on me, and my body responds. I have never had an orgasm from touch alone, but I swear I am close, and I squirm as I let out a needy whimper.
“Not yet. You’ll come when we say.”
The command makes me want to beg. I would fall to my knees and plead for them to keep touching me like this.
Chapter Eight
Ace
I nod to Vander, and he moves, lifting her effortlessly. She makes a small sound, her hands reaching for something to steady herself and coming to rest on his shoulders.
We move down the hallway to the guest bedroom. Rhodes opens the door ahead of us, and Vander carries her inside, setting her down gently on the edge of the massive bed.
Maddie’s blindfolded, her hair is a mess, and her night clothes leave little to the imagination.
She is beautiful.
I’ve thought it before, of course. It’s impossible not to when she walks into a room and commands my attention without even trying.
She has no idea it’s us behind the masks, and it’s best it stays that way. I hate deceiving her, but we are keeping her safe. It’s what I tell myself as Rhodes moves closer to her, and Vander positions himself on her other side. We’re giving her exactly what she asked for, just in a controlled environment where nothing can go wrong.
“Take off your clothes,”I command.
She hesitates, and I know it must be hard to be blindfolded and surrounded by strangers. It makes her vulnerable, but I need to push her past it, to see how stunning she is like this.
“Now,”I snap.
Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for the hem of her skimpy little night shirt. She pulls it over her head and drops it on the floor.
Vander steps in to help with her little booty shorts, tugging them down her thighs slowly, like he’s unwrapping a much-anticipated Christmas gift. Rhodes waits patiently, though I know he is itching to touch her.
She’s wearing nothing now, and I let her sit for a moment as I look my fill, waiting until she starts to squirm.
“Please touch me,” she whispers.
It’s only then that I nod.
Rhodes moves first, removing his mask and sitting it on the bed beside her.
I glance over at Vander, and when he looks my way, I motion for him to flip her. I want him beneath her. He may be silent, but I see the way he watches her every move. If he wasn’t in charge of protecting her, he would want more.
In one swift movement, Vander flips her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air near the edge of the bed, then Rhodes moves forward impatiently and licks up her spine, making her gasp. Vander climbs onto the bed beside them, and pulls out his cock, stroking it as we both watch Rhodes kiss and nip at Maddie’s skin, exploring every inch of her.
He’s slow, but there’s nothing gentle in the way his teeth graze her shoulder, or the way his hand splays low on her back to keep her still. Maddie arches beneath him, her breath catching with every teasing kiss and every nip that crosses the line between pleasure and pain.
The blindfold stops her from seeing what’s coming next, but I can. I watch in delight as she flinches when he mouths the base of her spine, the muscles in her thighs clenching when he drags his lips lower and her hands fist the sheets.
Rhodes lifts his head and looks at me, and I give him a single nod.
He kisses the curve of her lower back again, slower this time. Then he tests the water by dragging his tongue down lower. She gasps, twisting away slightly, but he doesn’t stop.
Her ragged little breaths get louder as she squirms, warming up to his ministrations.
