Not only have I never played Guess Who in my entire twenty-seven years of life, I’m actually terrible at guessing games and any type of trivia.
So betting on this, suicide. Complete and utter suicide.
“What did you have in mind?” I reply, because apparently I have a gambling addiction to these three men and I don’t know how to stop.
Jasper leans into me, grazing his lips across the shell of my ear. “Do you trust me, pumpkin?”
He trails the rounded tip of the looped rope down my arm and I’m surprised at how soft it feels. Shivers run through my body, goosebumps forming over every exposed surface area and my breath stalls in my chest.
His tone is sensual and kind, but assertive and demanding all at the same time.
I nod, because I do trust him, even though he’s managed to steal my breath from my body with one question.
“Good. But after everything I have planned for you, you probably shouldn’t.” He nips at my ear and I gasp out a moan. “Follow me.” He threads his fingers through mine and leads me into the garage with Wade and Major in hurried steps behind us.
The sun is just setting, making the expansive space darker than it was earlier. There are a few deep yellow lights strategically placed above certain areas of the lockers and surrounding storage areas, creating an amber-colored ambiencethat feels cozy and warm considering we're pretty much in a cement garage.
Jasper walks us toward the large fire truck, the back end cargo door is open, exposing a small cubby area that holds some stacked construction cones, a metal box, and what appears to be electrical panelling tucked inside.
There’s a small ladder bolted to the right side which Jasper heads straight for. Then he stops, grabs my waist, turns me around and guides me up against it.
He makes quick work unwrapping the rope as it splays open then dangles to the floor. He takes one end and expertly ties a knot around my wrist before tucking the length of it behind and through the steps of the ladder to the opposite side. The rope falls to my left side and he quickly wraps another knot around my other wrist.
My heart rate is sky high and I can feel the hard pumping of its beat over every inch of my body.
There’s a brief moment where I feel thankful for the slack in the rope, since I can still move my arms. The thick, corded braid spiral rolls side-to-side over the step ladder allowing me to see-saw my arms back and forth.
That is until he places one foot on the flat metal bumper of the back of the truck, reaching above our heads doing some MacGyver move with the excess slack, that instantly yanks my arms over my head, locking them in place.
My head whips up to look at my hands as I attempt to pull on the restraints which don't budge an inch. He tugs slightly on the middle of the rope, testing his design, then tilts his chin down meeting my gaze with a shit-eating grin.
“These won’t leave any marks. Scouts honor.” He holds up three fingers, his smile never fading.
Lowering himself with his body flush against mine, his shirt stays in place exposing his perfectly sculpted abs for the second time today and my mouth quite literally waters at the sight.
My eyes graze over the tight lines of his exposed skin and like a total clichè, because I can’t help myself, I lick my lips, pulling the bottom one between my teeth while my body sucks in a much needed breath.
The familiar woodsy sage scent engulfs me and my body can’t help but respond to not only the compromising position, but the sensual aroma mixed with the watchful eyes of Major and Wade, full of lust and desperation that mirror my own.
Both of them are watching in awe and I can’t tear my eyes away from their stalled expressions.
Wade is wide-eyed with his mouth slightly slacked open, as if he needs it to breathe. Major’s eyes are squinted, his lustful expression roams over my body and his gaze hovers over my restrained wrists. It’s like he’s in the midst of his own tortured pain and I don’t miss the bulge behind the tight fabric of his pants.
“You say stop, and this all stops. Do you understand?” Jasper says loud enough for everyone to hear.
I look between all the guys and press my lips together because yeah this is me, never saying stop. I nod in understanding anyway and Jasper grins back at me with contagious excitement.
“Good.” His smile fades into a smirk as he leans into me. “Now keep your eyes open and on them,” Jasper whispers in my ear.
I don’t know if I heard him correctly, so I crane my neck back and turn to look at Jasper but his fingers pinch my chin, angling my face back toward Major and Wade.
“Eyes onthem, Abby.” I don’t think he’s ever called me by my name. Hearing him be assertive and less playful has me obeying his every word like the law-abiding citizen I am.
Except my eyelids almost flutter shut and my jaw slacks open when Jasper kisses the sensitive skin between my ear and collarbone. Slowly tracing his lips over the line of my jaw, stopping inches from my lips before doing the same thing on the other side.
His fingers are gently caressing the sides of my torso that are completely exposed since my arms are stuck straight above my head.
One hand strays, his fingertips gently teasing over the exposed skin between the top of my leggings and hem of my tank top. His hand moves back and forth over my stomach and up the channel in between my breasts, then circles around their shape before moving his fingers back down, sneaking a barely there graze over the peak, making my nipple harden as I suck in a surprised breath.
