“Oh,” she breathed. “That…that works.”
The thought of getting a green light with Frankie had arousal heating my blood. My lower stomach tightened, my cock giving an insistent throb. Would she be shy in my bed?
Afraid to ask for what she wanted, even if she had proven herself assertive enough to say no?
Or would feeling the touch of a man—three men, each of us as experienced and skilled as any virgin could hope for their first sexual experience—unlock something needy and wanton in her? Would she show us how badly she wanted this?
Would she beg for it?
Would I be able to resist giving her everything her tight little body could want?
Frankie’s nod gave way to another question, and I was out of my head again, lust clouding my thoughts only on the periphery now.
It had been too fucking long since I’d wanted a woman like this, and though I knew the taboo of the auction was heightening the experience, I couldn’t shake an unsettled feeling. No one was allowed to have power over me.
Not Anthony Butera, not his son, and certainly not some young woman.
“Can I choose who…goes first?”
I almost groaned. Who would be her choice? Which of us intrigued her enough that she wanted to feel his shaft sinking into her tightness first?
“Would the order affect your willingness to keep going?” Jonathan asked shrewdly, one dark eyebrow raised.
“I…” Frankie bit her lip. “No. I…you’re all…”
She trailed off with another vivid scarlet blush, and I fought the urge to grin. She wanted all of us.
That much was clear.
She was just trying to exert some control over the situation. I could understand that, even if her desire for control was in direct conflict with my own need for dominance.
“Is it just tonight?” Frankie hurried to ask next. A distraction from having to finish her previous sentence. “Um…the contract. The…arrangement. I was a little distracted when I signed, and I should’ve asked more questions then.”
Hell, we should’ve looked at it more closely, too. Were we supposed to keep her indefinitely? Was she some kind of prisoner now that we’d bought the right to her body?
The guys and I exchanged a look that confirmed what I was thinking. None of us were sure about the answer to her question, and we’d have to be sure before we made promises to her that we couldn’t keep. We’d need to talk with Anthony, too.
“We’ll get into that, angel, but for now let us savor this night. Help us make it good for you, too.”
Devin was always a smooth-talker. The spice in his tone, the slight gravel of it, seemed to turn our girl molten with lust.
She’d been pretty damn invested in kissing him back in the car, after all, and she almost mindlessly nodded at him before clarity came back to her gaze.
“I…need to be safe,” she blurted out. “Um, with…with regards to pregnancy. STIs.” To her credit, she didn’t turn red this time.Innocent, inexperienced, but mature enough to handle herself on a practical level.
“Of course,” I agreed. It was a reasonable request. Even though I’d rather feel her raw around me, and something about the thought of coming inside her, getting her pregnant with my child, well, it had its own kind of appeal. The ultimate show of manly possession. Another low, needy throb that had me adjusting my seat, itching to touch her across the table. “We’re strong-willed enough to withdraw.”
“Or…condoms?” Frankie was blushing again now. I wanted to bite her.
“No,” the three of us said at once, and her eyes grew wide.
“We’ve paid a lot of money to feel every part of you. Nothing between us,” Jonathan’s cool tone came in, saying what we were all thinking.
Devin hurried to reassure her. “Unless you really need it, of course. We’ll do it if that’s what you really need to feel safe. But baby, you deserve to feel the real deal, too. Don’t you want to know the real truth? For your first time?”
He was the one she trusted most just now, since they’d already had the chance to talk, to kiss, to develop any amount of connection Jonathan and I would have to foster in bed. Frankie bit her lip again, and I envied her the ability.Soon,my body thrummed.So goddamn soon.
“We’ve all got clean bills of health we can share, if you’d like to see the records,” I piped up. “And I can get Darla to set you up with anything else you might need,” I added after the fact.
