“Come on his face, Freya. Let everyone hear you.”
The pleasure feels never-ending, hitting me in wave after wave. The next thing I know, Archer is standing in front of me, and we’re dancing again, the three of us swaying together. I open my eyes to stare up at his coy smirk. Then I grab him by the back of the neck and haul his mouth to mine.
I taste myself on his tongue, and it doesn’t fill me with shame or self-doubt. For a moment, I have myself convinced that I am the kind of woman who doesn’t feel things like that. It might not last, but for tonight, I’m going to savor it.
Rule #28: Let him dirty you up a little.
Julian
Having these two here feels surreal. If someone had toldme six months ago that I’d bring two people to this club and behappyabout it, I would have called them delusional. But here we are, and I’ve never felt prouder and more certain in my life.
I don’t care who sees us together—although nearly everyone I know is at my parents’ house. I would bring them here any night. All those fears about wanting to bail first to avoid the pain of heartbreak sound just outlandish to me now. What on earth was I trying to hide from?
I let someone in behind the armor, and now I’m being rewarded for it. My entire life, I’ve been committed to playing a part that was disjointed from the real person underneath. These two people let me be whoever I am, and they don’t hold it against me or demand anything from me. They just love me for it.
Freya said she loves us both. Am I ready to use that word yet? I want to. It’s at the tip of my tongue, and I know deep in my heart that it’s true. I do love them.
My life has taken on a new hue since they’ve entered it. I nolonger live in murky shades of black and gray. They’ve brought color and light into my life.
Tonight, I intend to prove it.
Sure, Freya still shows signs of hesitancy when it comes to the poly lifestyle, but I see her desire to accept it, so I have faith she will.
And yes, Archer is still harboring some inner turmoil that he used to self-medicate with his fists, but he hasn’t been in almost two months. He is getting better.
So we have some hurdles to jump. Doesn’t every couple?
Pressing my key card against the lock, I open one of the VIP rooms. I blocked it from reservations tonight, so we’ll have it all to ourselves. If Jack has a problem with that, he can gripe at me about it tomorrow.
I chose this room because it has all the things I want. Someplace to strap Archer down. Something for Freya to spank him with if she wants. Then the basics—lube, condoms, and an en suite bathroom with a shower.
Dragging them both in, I lock the door behind us. Archer whistles with appreciation as he takes a look around. There is furniture around the room like a sex swing hanging from the ceiling, a bouncing chair, and a sleek chaise lounge. I can practically see the questions swirling through Freya’s mind.
In the mood to waste no time, I unbutton my shirt and bark at Archer, “Get naked.”
His brows shoot upward, and he immediately obeys. “Yes, sir. I love it when you’re bossy.”
Freya reclines on the curved lounger with her feet up, making me smile. “Does this mean I get to just sit here and watch?”
Walking over to her while tearing off my shirt, I lean down and plant a kiss on her lips. “You get to do whatever you want.”
“I’m sure there’s a strap-on in one of these drawers,” Archer says as he snoops through the dresser.
Freya laughs from the seat. “I’m not ready for that, Archer.”
He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
Chuckling to myself, I watch Freya discover the straps and hooks on the leather seat she’s reclining on and the recognition as it dawns. She doesn’t shy away and hardly resembles the woman who once felt too afraid to even enter the club. Now she’s fearless, eager to learn and not afraid to let me teach her. And God, will I enjoy every second.
Once down to my boxer briefs, I open the top drawer and pull out the leather cuffs and straps inside. Archer eyes them curiously.
“You said I could strap you down,” I say.
“I’m not complaining,” he replies.
“The wall is fun and all, but I want you in here tonight. All to myself.”
“Ourselves,” Freya corrects.
