“Aspen had an idea…” she said, trailing off and smiling shyly.
I quirked a brow. “You talked to Aspen about this?”
“She’s my friend.”
She’s also my sister-in-law, I thought wryly.
I gave her fingers a squeeze. “I’m glad you have her. Now what’s this idea?”
Instead of answering, she got up and left the room. A few minutes later, she returned, swinging the handcuffs I kept in a pouch in my work belt around her finger.
“Aspen suggestedhandcuffs?” I asked, incredulous.
I definitely didn’t need any ideas about the kind of freaky shit she and Crew got up to in bed.
Fuck. Crew.
If my brother knew about this, I’d never hear the end of it.
“No,” Sutton said with a giggle, and I relaxed a bit. “She suggested I be the one in control. The handcuffs weremyidea.”
Duh, Lane. She certainly won’t want to be restrained, you dumb fuck.
Realization dawned. “You want to use them on me.”
Sutton’s teeth sank into her juicy bottom lip, looking up at me through her lashes.
I had never considered the possibility of letting a woman call the shots in bed. Maybe that was some sort of internalized misogyny at play, a notion of which I needed to disabuse myself immediately.
I’d only had a few partners in the years Sutton and I were apart, and they were more than happy to hand over control to me.
But I had to admit, the idea of letting Sutton do whatever she wanted to me, to allow her to use my body to regain her power and seek her own pleasure? My cock was rock hard and pushing uncomfortably against the fly of my jeans.
“If you don’t want to, that’s…okay. I—wewill figure something else out. Therapy or something. I’ve never tried it forsex specifically, just my general trauma from the assault overall. Which seems silly because obviously that trauma isdeeplyrooted in sex or we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I’ve never done therapy with a partner, either, but?—”
I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her before she could continue rambling.
“Yes.”
She blinked slowly, processing. Her brow furrowed a bit, and I smoothed my thumb over the creased skin between her brows.
“Yes?”
“Yes, baby. Whatever you need, it’s yours.Iam yours.”
Sutton immediately jumped up and tugged on my arm until I stood too, then dragged me to my room.
twenty-eight
. . .
SUTTON
“Where do you want me?”Lane asked when we stepped into his bedroom, shooting me a cheeky grin, and I glared.
Instead of responding, I tossed the key and handcuffs onto the nightstand and stepped away from him to take in the room, which up to that point, I’d never been in.
Being on the ground floor, one wall had French doors that opened onto a small, private deck. Two chairs sat facing the mountains beyond. The walls were painted a slate grey, offset by the same clean white trim as the rest of the house. Lane’s bed was, unsurprisingly, huge given his size. A California king, if I had to guess, with a black metal frame, flanked on either side by stained wood nightstands that brought some warmth to the room. A doorway opposite the porch opened into the en suite bathroom, and another led to what I assumed was the closet.
