We both turned to Cayden.
“I don’t know a lot,” Rowan said. “And you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened, but later. Right now, you’ve got to get back on the horse, Cayden.”
“What?” Cayden and I said at the same time.
A faint blush rose on Rowan’s cheeks. “You heard me. And we're all a little lost sometimes. I, uh, well, taking orders might be a turn-on for me.” Rowan pointed at Cayden and pushed on. “And bondage is about control, right? You need that right now, Cayden. You don’t have any.”
Cayden flinched.
Rowan pressed harder. “Nothing’s what you thought it was.”
Cayden’s face pinched.
“So, take control, now.” Rowan slid his hands under my arms and started pulling me toward him. “Right fucking now, or I’m going to pin your helpless, worthless ass to the mattress and deposit Quinn between two men that can actually help her.”
Cayden shot upright, fury blazing. The sudden jolt hurled me into Rowan’s lap, breathless in the crackling tension.
“Xan and Ezra are not helping her,” Cayden growled.
Rowan grinned. “Then instruct me if you’re not ready to touch… show me you aren’t just another broken Lawson incapable of existing outside your compound.”
A ripple of excitement washed across me. I didn’t know how to help my friend, but I wasn’t alone, and fuck me if Rowan wasn’t the smartest of all of us.
Cayden snarled, and his face twisted. His pajama pants rode low on his hips, showing off the perfect ‘V’ at the bottom of his abs, virtually pointing to the straining tent in his pants. The air grew thick around us as he clenched and unclenched his fist in indecision.
“I want this, Cay,” I said softly.
Cayden met my gaze, and anger drained from him. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before sitting in the big armchair, making the dragon move or be squished. After a few spouts of cold fire and a half-hearted stabbing attempt, the dragon flewup and over to the kitchen, snuffling through the broken piles of crockery.
Cayden spread his legs. Slowly, he leaned forward and steepled his fingers. “Open your legs and pull her close.”
Rowan spread his legs, sliding warm hands under my shirt. I helped him wiggle me into position. His erection stabbed into my backside.
Cayden studied us like an artist before the first stroke of paint. “Pull off her shirt.” His voice dropped, edged with tightly controlled authority.
Rowan grabbed the side of my shirt and started to rip it off.
“No, slowly. Run your thumbs up her sides as you go.”
The command in his voice shot heat straight to my core, and half of Cayden’s mouth tugged into a dark smile.
Rowan slowed, his thumbs grazing my sides in a teasing climb that made every curve of me feel alive. Heat prickled across my skin as I lifted my arms, his touch skimming higher until it brushed the swell of my breasts. My tunic slid away with a final whisper of cloth, leaving me bare beneath his hands.
“Quinn, hook your arms around his neck.”
I did. The position forced my bare chest out and my lower back to bend so my ass ground into Rowan’s bulging dick. Rowan let out an unexpected grunt, and Cayden dropped his hand so it rested on his bulge.
“Now, feel her. Trace every part of her before you cup just below her breasts.”
My heart hammered, the anticipation unbearable as I imagined his touch before it landed. When Rowan’s hands finally slid over my skin, shivers rippled through me, heat pooling where his palms lingered just beneath my breasts.
“Kiss her neck,” Cayden ordered. “Kiss her so hard, Xan and Ezra feel it.”
Rowan’s lips teased along my neck before his teeth sank in, sharp and claiming. A moan escaped, my head tilting back in surrender as heat melted me from the inside out.
I looked at Cayden, begging him to join us with my eyes. Instead, he dipped his hand into his pants and rubbed his length.
“One hand on her breasts, the other on her clit.”
