He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Jagger comes out of nowhere and tackles him to the ground.
“Sly!” I crawl to the edge of the bed just in time to see Jagger punch Sly in the ribs. “Jagger!” His head whips to me, and I shake my head frantically. “What are you doing? Don’t hurt him!”
He narrows his eyes and signs something so fast I can’t decipher it.
“Go slower, I don’t understand.”
He takes a breath and repeats, slower this time.
“He was taking advantage of you.”
I shake my head. “No, he wasn’t. I was pushing him. It’s my fault, not his!”
His eyes dance between mine until Sly’s hand shoots out, grabbing him around the throat.
“I wasn’t going to fuck her, Jag!” Sly growls out from beneath him as he tries to push him off his body.
“You weren’t?” I ask in surprise.
“No.”
“Then what were you gonna do?” I look at him expectantly, and Jagger raises one eyebrow as if daring him to lie.
“I was gonna help you.”
I frown. “Help me how?”
“Wren… You’re so fucking wet I can smell you from here.” My knees snap together as heat floods my face.
“What? I—” I cut myself off, unsure how to respond to such an embarrassing statement.
“Have you had an orgasm since the one with Dex a week ago?”
Despite the hand still clutched around his throat, Jagger turns to look at me as if he wants to know the answer, too.
“You know I haven’t.”
“You haven’t touched yourself in the shower? Made yourself come on those pretty little fingers?”
My eyes widen at his brashness. I’ve never even imagined such a thing. “I don’t… I mean, I didn’t realize I could.”
“You can’t.” Jagger whips his head back to Sly and raises a fist as if to punch him. “Wait! Jagger, let me explain for Christ’s sake!”
Jagger just keeps his fist raised and waits, as if what Sly has to say will determine if he’ll hit him or not.
This time, he addresses Jagger instead of me. “Her orgasms belong to us. Do you really want her sneaking off to the bathroom when she’s needy instead of asking you for relief?” Jagger’s hand slowly lowers as Sly continues. “I know you want her to have a choice in everything, but do you really think what I’m suggesting is a bad thing for her? She has four men willing to make her come on queue. She doesn’t need to touch herself; we’ll give her what she needs.”
Jagger stares him down for a moment before signing two words.“Show her.”
Sly releases his neck as Jagger stands and turns to face me. I’m kneeling on the bed, and as if he’s only just noticing my state of undress, his eyes travel down my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Beautiful.”I blush at the compliment, hoping the darkness hides my face.
Jagger steps aside and lets Sly approach. I shiver with excitement and nervousness as he reaches up and cups my cheek, just as a loud, long whistle rings out by the door.
“My, my, my, what did we miss?” Pete asks as he moves closer.
“Is the house secure?” Sly asks, without taking his eyes off of me.
