“I’m also sorry for not checking to make sure that Evan had explained everything,” Jett added as he hung them back up. “That’s on me, too.” Leaning in, he kissed her on the forehead.
“Thanks. I… I was scared.” Her eyes teared.
“Oh, Peaches.” I wrested her out of his arms, needing my mate close. “I’m sorry.”
“Please be more careful next time. She didn’t consent to feeling that during the concert. However, she’s specifically asked that no one be punished. So justpleaseremember,” Brennan reminded.
“We’ll make it up to you,” I promised. Ugh. I feltawful.
“How about when we finish up here, I’ll make us all some hot chocolate, and we can watch a movie?” Jett suggested. “I’ve shown you my ropes before. Do you want to see anything in particular first?"
Sure, we talked about hot chocolate. But now I was thinking more about taking her to bed and sandwiching her between me and Jett…
My eyes fell on the swing that hung in the far corner.
“Peaches, did they show you this?” I carried her over to it. This wasn’t some flimsy door version. This was heavy-duty and hung from the ceiling. We didn’t use it that much. But it was fun. They already had it when we started courting.
“There’s no wrist or ankle straps, just places to hang on to. See.” I put her in it, fancy dress, shoes, and all, showing her how to adjust everything.
“What?” She laughed as I tugged on a strap and got her at a very nice height for us to all take her.
“I’ve told you all my fantasies. If I stand here, and they stand there,” I indicated the places next to me, “we could all have you at the same time. Bren and I could have your pussy, and Jett could have your ass. Or we could each have a hole. Or we could all be in your pussy. What do you think?” I grinned as I spread her legs as far as the dress let me.
“Hey, you’re going to rip her dress. At least take her shoes off. May I?” Brennan asked, putting a hand on her ankle.
Grace nodded. Gently, almost sensually, he took her heels off and put them on top of the bench next to the mini fridge.
“It could be fun, Peaches. There are so many ways we could use this.” Jett pulled something, making her legs go up.
She squealed deliciously. “Jett.”
“If you want them to stop, tell them to stop,” Brennan told her.
“I’m okay. This is fun, and well, I have heard Evan’s fantasy about this a time or two.” Grace smiled. She then looked at everyone. “But if this isn’t okay, you don’t have to stay. The safe word istrampoline,and anyone can use it.”
Usually, I used traffic lights when I was with them. Green wasgo, red wasstop, yellow wascheck in. But this worked.
My dick hardened in my pants. “Jett and I will absolutely make it up to you by showing you a good time in the swing. It doesn’t have to go the way I told you. We can do whatever you want.”
Sweet desire greeted me.
“Do you want us to close the door and take off that dress?” Jett ran a hand down her arm. “Or we can watch a movie. Your choice.”
“Remember what I said, Grace. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. They’ll understand and respect that. You can also try it if you want to–and stop in the middle if you don’t enjoy it.” Brennan positioned himself behind her upper body, which was tipped up so that she could see us.
“I…” Grace licked her lips, her arousal hitting me hard. It was strong, too, like when we’d taken her to my cabin for her birthday.
The room filled with Jett’s amber, Brennan’s pine, and my lemonade, mixing with her peaches, in a luscious cocktail of desire. I got all of their desires through the bond.
Even Brennan’s. Especially Brennan’s.
I knew it. It wasn’t just lust, either.
“I…” Her head tipped back, and she looked up at Bren, as I got a huge shot of need and want with a bit of apprehension through the bond. “I want to try.”
Oh, she didn’t have to say that twice.
Chapter Twenty-Four
