“So brave. So gorgeous. Get into your position so your men can spank your ass.”
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Kellan watched as she turned around and placed her hands on the wall. They should have dried her off because his shirt was clinging to her in places that he really wanted to touch.
He’d had sex with plenty of women but he’d never wanted to spend time getting to know them. He’d never wanted to be affectionate or give aftercare.
And he certainly wouldn’t have held them against his chest, worried that they might slip and fall and hurt themselves.
These feelings he had for Arabella were like nothing he’d felt before. And that was somewhat concerning.
What if something did happen to her?
She was fast becoming the reason he got up in the morning. When he was with her, he felt more alive. He felt an actual desire to live rather than going through the motions.
He’d been completely honest when he’d told her before that he hadn’t much cared if he lived or died. Sometimes he thought that Eli would be better off without him.
But not now.
Now he felt something stirring inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. So long that he couldn’t even remember a time he had felt it.
Hope.
Happiness.
Still, he was going to let Eli spank her this first time. He didn’t trust himself not to fuck this up. For all of them.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to stick around and watch. Because, damn, his shirt had now ridden up and he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks.
They were pale and were going to look so pretty once Eli turned them pink.
“I’m going to pull the shirt up over your ass,” Eli told her. “Tell me if you don’t want that.”
“It . . . it’s okay.”
“If you don’t like anything we do, if it makes you scared or uncomfortable or you’re in pain, then you need to tell us. You can say no or stop. All right?” Eli said.
“Yes, I understand,” she said.
“Such a brave, beautiful girl,” Eli told her. “Isn’t she, Kellan?”
“The bravest,” Kellan replied.
“Are you both going to spank me?” she asked as Eli helped her move so she was pushing her ass out.
Fuck.
He was so hard. He wrapped his hand around his dick, unable to help himself.
“Just Eli.”
She gave him a startled look, then her gaze dropped to where he was running his hand up and down his hard dick. He didn’t stop and she licked her lips.
Yeah, she liked this.
Eli seemed to pick up on that too. “Do you like watching Kellan touch himself? Do you enjoy seeing him play with his dick? Would you like to see him come?”
Kellan shot Eli a look. He wasn’t sure of that part. Not yet. He wasn’t someone who could let go of his control that easily. He never used to come at the club, well, unless they were in a private room. And he always had total control over the circumstances. He preferred to make himself come rather than have someone suck him off or through intercourse.
