Unsure of what to say, Ryker settled on, “Not much. She’s a bit shy.”
His friend stepped closer and pinched her chin. The defiance in her expression betrayed her as she looked over Ezra’s covered face. Maybe she liked the masks. “Shy?” He snorted as his thumb slowly trailed along her jaw. “Maybe you’ll be more willing to share in the morning.”
A hint of panic flickered across her features. “Morning,” she muttered.
“Yep,” Ezra replied. “We just need to figure out our sleeping arrangements.”
She tensed and eyed her bindings. Only the master bedroom had a bed that he’d glimpsed the last time he’d been up here.
“I can sleep on the couch by the fire,” she said.
“I don’t think we can trust you, sweetheart. But I have an idea.” Ezra took hold of her arm, gently guiding her toward the main bedroom. Ryker followed and eyed the large bed set against the back wall.
“We could take shifts,” Ryker offered, not quite wanting to share a bed between the three of them. If it were only Willow, then sure, but that would be a specific kind of torture.
Ezra rolled his eyes. “No. There’s no point in that. Willow insists she isn’t much trouble anyway, so might as well all climb in.”
A squeak caught in her throat as she tried to speak.
Ezra leaned down. “We wouldn’t fuck you unless you wanted it, sweetheart. So just get in that bed and lie between us. It’ll keep us all nice and warm.”
He wasn’t wrong. The heat wasn’t filling the rest of the cabin very efficiently, so the room was still chilly.
She took a deep breath and entered the room. Her wrists were still tied, so Ryker stopped her to remove them.
Ezra was about to protest, but a quick glare was all he needed to shut him up. There was no reason to make her sleep with her hands bound. She would already be stuck between them.
Heat flooded his system. She was going to be in bed with them. It was going to be impossible to hide his massive boner. He would have to lie a certain way to avoid being so obvious.
Willow hopped up onto the large mattress and nestled herself into the blankets that must have been freezing with the way her teeth chattered.
That’s fucking cute.
Ryker shook his head and muttered to his friend that he would be back so he could take a leak. While in the bathroom, he contemplated rubbing one out to take the edge off, but that would take too long.
Instead, he ripped off the mask and doused his face with cold water. He took his time to brush his teeth and shake himself back into some bit of sanity.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 12
Willow
Holy fuck what was happening?
Willow was on her back, staring at the wooden ceiling while the captors got ready to cage her in on the bed. She still wasn’t sure of how close their relationship was, but they didn’t appear to be dating. Maybe they were besties in crime.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. They weren’t the type of menacing bad guys from the movies, but they were definitely dangerous. She would have to play her games carefully.
Mean One joined her first, walking over to the window and pulling the shades to completely obscure any hint of the moon trying to peek through. Maybe that meant they would be taking off their masks to sleep.
He discarded a few items of clothing, but she couldn’t tell what he had taken off. Imagining his body as he stripped off the layers sent a confusing thrill through her. How many tattoos covered him? How defined was that physique that had been pressed against her outside?
The bed dipped at her right side as he climbed in. His body heat and presence were calming as he pulled the blanket over himself. It had been so long since she’d shared a bed with someone. She could have sworn he let out his own contented sigh as he felt her warmth as well. Sandalwood and the alluring scent of him filled her senses.
Heat pooled low in her belly at the thought of being between them. When Mean One had first suggested it, uncertainty and fear had sent her pulse racing. But now, as Nice One climbed in on her other side, and his own different woodsy scent enveloped her, she couldn’t push aside the desire to have them both.
That was a strange thought. She’d never wanted to be with two men at once. Lately, it was hard to find one guy appealing enough to sleep with, let alone two. These guys were different, though. Hot and strangely attentive.
