“You don’t have to avenge my honor,” she said.
“You’ve tried to forget him for years, haven’t you?”Sinn asked.“That’s why you work so much.A clear underground phase of psychic numbing—”
“For fuck’s sake, Sinn,” Saint snapped.“Stop with the homemade psychology.”
Sinn flipped him off then held out his hand to her.Long fingers.Blunt-cut nails.Calluses on the tips.These were the hands of a man who worked his whole life, and he had no idea what he asked of her.This was the make-or-break moment between them.
“That’s my pathetic story,” she whispered.“I’m ...broken.”
“No,” he said.The softness in his eyes almost made her cry again.“You’re not broken.You are breathtaking.”
Slowly, she slid hers into his hold, unable to believe she was placing her trust in him.He stood and pulled her up, and then suddenly, they were flush against each other.Hard muscles against her softer curves.He was tall, although she wasn’t a short girl by any means, standing about five foot nine inches in her bare feet.He still had about four or five inches on her.
“Saint and I want to take care of you,” he murmured.
“What does that mean?”
“We’ve always wanted to find someone who could be with both of us.”
“Both?”Her gaze darted between them.“How does that work?”
“However you want,” Sinn said with a wink.“Say no.Say yes.Sleep alongside one of us or both of us.Or neither of us.”
“You’re saying I’m the woman you want in this relationship?”
“Yes, but only if you’re agreeable that’s what you want as well.”
“What if you don’t like me?”she asked, biting her bottom lip.“What if you think I’m boring?Or I suck at intimacy?”
Saint rose and walked over to her.He placed a finger under her chin to look up at him.“No matter what, you’re safe here.”
What should she do?Had she jumped out of the frying pan just to jump into a worse fire?
“How about we establish a code for you to control?”he suggested.“You say yes, we proceed.You say no, we stop.We can also use a traffic light.Red, yellow, green.”
Before she could chicken out, she said what she was thinking.“Okay.”
“Yes?”he questioned.
“Words, darlin’.”
“I-I would like to try,” she admitted glancing between them.“I can’t guarantee anything.”
Suddenly, Sinn picked her up bridal style and marched into his bedroom.Saint followed and closed the door behind him.The closed blinds allowed minimal light in, bathing the room in shades of grey.He sat her down but stayed close and trailed his fingers down her body, ticklish even under her shirt.Her stomach muscles rippled in protest until his fingers descended and brushed across the apex of her thighs.
“Green?”he asked.
She nodded.
“Words, darlin’.”
“Green,” she breathed.
Saint knelt behind her and slid her shorts down her legs.All she stood in now were her panties and t-shirt.It wasn’t like she was a virgin, but she wasn’t used to the tenderness with which the two men treated her.
Sinn’s touch returned to the crest and pressed against her slit.The cotton-covered finger rubbed little circles over the area, and it shocked her how good this felt.No man had ever taken the time to actually arouse her.She’d not had sex since the incident.For her, sex was nothing but pain and humiliation.All her life, men had abused their strength and power over her, starting with the teacher that was supposed to nurture her through learning.
He caressed the spot again, and she moaned, unable to stop her hips from jerking up.She wanted more of that.More of the pleasure coursing through her body.
