Remy’s hand squeezes my knee. “If you are ever not in the mood, even for something we’ve done before, you can say no. You never have to do anything.”
I nod. “Okay. It’s just… he wanted that a lot, and the thought makes me kind of nauseous. And please God, never grade what I do.”
Remy shifts, crouching so he’s level with me. “This is a no unless and until you want it.”
I give a small nod and gesture for Erik to continue.
Vaginal sex – III
Anal sex – I ??
Breast adoration – III
Public affection – III
Safe word – Dissonance – III
Being ordered based on stated preferences – II…… I (if I can use the safe word)
Voyeurism between the three of us – III
“Okay,” I breathe out. “Can we call this good for now and revisit other things later? This already feels like a lot.”
Erik nods. “Yes. If we ever go further, we have our safe word. That covers us.” He pauses. “Last questions.”
STD free – III
“And are you on birth control?”
“I am. I will never not be again.” My voice stays steady. “I don’t know if I’d want to try to have a baby again. I’m not there yet. I need to put that out there. Do you want kids?”
Kids – II…?
“Is it a deal breaker if I decide not to?”
“No,” Erik says immediately.
“Never,” Remy says, almost over him.
“Okay.” I glance at the dogs curled together on the loveseat. “I guess we have a start. Now we need to take them out.”
“Tianna,” Remy says gently, “one last question. Can we spend the night tonight? Just to sleep. With you?”
My smile is slow as I raise my thumb.
Chapter one hundred eight
Christianna
Curled on my side, I nuzzle into the warmth beside me as realization filters in. I flex my toes and discover they’re trapped between Remy’s calves. The weight across my waist is Erik, curled close behind me, and the faint tickle against my face is Remy’s underarm hair.
I wrinkle my nose, pull back slightly, and adjust my head on his arm. His arm flexes where it’s wrapped around my shoulder, and I let myself drift back into sleep, cozy between them.
I wake to the gentle press of lips against my shoulder. Erik. Still curled behind me. I’m aware of him, hard and unmistakable, and just as clearly choosing not to make it my problem as his hand moves to cup my breast through my thin tank. In front of me, Remy is still asleep, his face relaxed, his breathing deep.
Erik’s lips trace a slow path up my neck to my ear. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum that vibrates through me. His touch is hesitant at first, questioning. When Idon’t pull away, he grows bolder, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens beneath the fabric.
A soft sigh escapes me. Not fear. Pleasure. Simple and unmistakable. My body wants this, and the realization startles me.
