Good call.
Gawking at her gorgeous tits would absolutely distract all of us from this conversation.
“I’m okay, Ty. There’s no danger here. I want this.”
“I know. My body just hasn’t accepted that. Not after all these years of holding back and biding my time.”
Mercer sighs. “I’m unsure about how to sort this out. Are we continuing or not?”
I hang my head, shame engulfing me. Maybe I do need to bow out. They’ll all have a better time if I’m not here. I don’t want to miss out or give up… butfuck. I don’t want to distract them either.
As I lift my head, ready to admit as much, my focus snags on a piece of fabric near the couch and a plan starts to formulate in my mind.
It may not work… but it’s worth a fucking try.
“Do me a favor,” I say to Mercer.
“Anything.”
“Grab that shirt.” I tip my chin toward the discarded clothes. “The long sleeved one Sawyer was wearing.”
He strolls over to the couch and snatches the flannel off the ground. Stopping there, he cups Sawyer’s face and feeds her his tongue. Then he retreats.
I glower as he approaches. I didn’t tell him he could kiss her.
That thought—that I’m frustrated about him not playing by the rules rather than because he kissed her—gives me hope. I really do want to do this. I’m willing to learn and to try. I just need a little extra support to make it happen.
Mercer holds out the orange, cream, and brown plaid flannel, cocking one brow and waiting for further instruction.
Teeth gritted, I tell him, “Use that to tie my arms to the chair.”
“What?” Sawyer gasps. “Ty, no!”
Despite her argument, Mercer takes a knee and positions himself to my right, though he hesitates, peering back at our girl.
“It’ll be okay,” I promise Sawyer. “This fabric is soft, and it has some stretch. I could get out if I really needed to. I just want an extra buffer so no one’s worried about me.”
When I glance back to the man by my side, deep concern shadows his gaze. “You’re sure?”
I nod once. “I’m sure.”
Quietly, he asks, “Would you prefer it if Sawyer or Noah did it?”
He’s the one who shoved me into the storage locker. The trust between us is fractured at best, nonexistent in some cases still. I appreciate the concern, but despite the history and the destruction between us, I need it to be him.
“You’ve got this, prof,” I encourage. “Tie me up.”
He shakes his head, like he can’t believe we’re really doing this, then secures my wrist to the chair. “As you wish.”
Chapter forty-two
Noah
“Fuck, honey.” I throw my head back, my vision blurring. “How does it just keep getting better and better?”
I guide Sawyer down onto my cock again, this time thrusting up to meet her.
Being deeply seated inside her, connected in the most visceral, primal way two people can be connected is unreal. I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to it.
