Page 24 of More Tricks

I glanced over at my first love and how he stroked himself over his jeans. Cam had never been one who cared where we were or who was there. If he wanted something, he was gonna take it. Oddly enough, I felt the same way, but I quickly learned that it was more rare than I assumed it would be.

“You pull that thing out in the kitchen, and I’ll chop it off,” Wes warned as he leaned in and kissed my neck, trying to prove he wasn’t feeling threatened.

“So what you’re saying is if I stand behind the breakfast counter, I’m safe?” Cam inquired.

Wes glanced over at Cam, an evil smirk on his face. “Guess it would be cruel to say no since it’s the only action you’re gonna get until you win us all over.”

Cam made a shocked face covering his mouth with his hand. “Wes, I never knew you played both sides, wait until I tell my father.”

A snarl from Wes was the only warning as a knife went flying through the air. Cam ducked, and the knife embedded itself in the wall of the dining room. As Cam rose, he let out an impressed whistle. “I see Dax taught you well. Not many people could make a throw that well with an unbalanced kitchen knife.”

“Cam,” I warned. “He’s right, you know, I might have decided to keep you, but more than that won’t happen until you make peace with the guys. We won’t be able to win this fight without the eight of us being a team, trusting that we have each other’s backs. Marco likes to play people against each other, and I need to know that won’t happen with us.”

My dark knight rested his elbows on the counter and looked me square in the eye. “I’m more than willing to bury the hatchet as it were, but I can’t be the only one who does it. Without a mutual ceasefire, there won’t be peace. Someone will always be waiting to stab me in the back. I’ll own up to the fact I didn’t start things off well, but I’m not the only one who needs to make some changes.”

The bastard had a point. If each of them didn’t make the effort, none of this would work. It had to work, there was no way I was giving any of them up, and I knew they wouldn’t walk away from me either. Somehow there needed to be a middle ground. I just didn’t know what that was.

“Start at the beginning, like we did,” I suggested. “Learn everyone’s boundaries and limitations, hard no’s and negotiables. Hell, you and I need to go over those again anyway. Neither of us are the same as we were when our current guidelines were set up.”

Wes frowned at me. “Why do you make it sound like some contract?”

“Because between him and I, it was,” I answered. “Wes, the games we used to play were not your average slap and tickle. Not all couples need a real contract, but I wanted to make sure he knew the limitations. We negotiated consent for knife play, minimal blood play, and a few other situations.”

“Oh, don’t be shy, beautiful. You forgot our game, hunt and fuck,” Cam added. “Sometimes it would be in a park, at school, or even at a party. She would hide, and I would find her, then we’d fuck like animals.”

While I’d expected Wes not to be a fan of what I’d just described, I hadn’t been expecting to see a glint of curiosity. “Can we make our own contract?”

My brows shot up. “I mean, it’s something we can talk about for sure, but I didn’t think you were into those kinds of kinks.”

“I don’t want to do those,” Wes said with exasperation. “No, my idea of a good time would involve ropes, toys, and a blindfold.”

Just hearing him say that had my mouth going dry and my pussy dripping wet. “Fucking hell, you don’t need a contract for that. I’ll let you do that whenever you like.”

“Oh, so you like the idea of that, hmm… shortcake?” Wes murmured as his lips brushed up my neck. “We had so much fun that night I tied you to the bed and fucked you into the mattress. I’d never heard you scream my name so loud. It was as addicting as a drug.”

I moaned, letting my head fall back against the cabinet as I remembered that night. I’d been fucking pissed at the guys, and Wes was right there to keep my mind off them. Fuck, this means I’m gonna need to install a bed like that in one of these rooms. Maybe we could have a playroom if we built a new place?

“Weston,” Cam interjected. “Do I have your permission to masturbate as you tease our woman?”

Wes faltered, looking at me questioningly as if unsure how to respond. “It’s your call. Cam already knows I don’t mind being watched. It’s your permission he needs, but you can say no. He’ll leave and finish himself off in the bathroom without argument.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment then Wes gave his answer. “Watch and learn, Cameron. I’ll show you what makes our woman purr.”

Wes slid both hands up my shirt, groping my tits. “I’m not even going to have to touch her pussy since that wouldn’t be hygienic in the kitchen, but I’ll have her coming in no time.”

Fucking, fuck, fuck. Thank God I had a high sex drive, or these men would be using me up like a dirty old sock with how often they found a way to play games like this.

His fingers found my nipples and rolled them, making me arch into the sensation. Teeth nipped at my earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth and gave it a slight tug, mixing a bit of pain with pleasure. A groan was pulled out of my mouth when he released my ear but pinched my nipples and pulled just enough that there was tension on them.

“Fuck yes,” I whimpered.

“See that, Cameron? I bet she’s about ready to beg me for more, but I’m not gonna give it to her. She needs to work for it,” Wes shared as he shoved up my shirt so he could see my breasts. “What should I do? Suck on one, or maybe you’re craving something a little rougher?”

I met his gaze and felt he might be into it if I played my cards right. “I want you to choke me as you suck on my tit.”

The smirk that grew on his face told me he was more than fine with my idea. A hand trailed down my leg then back up, but this time, ran it over my clothing-covered pussy with just enough presser to make my hips thrust, but nowhere close enough to get any relief. Up and up the hand slowly moved, swirling around my nipple, then making the final journey to my neck just under my jaw.

“Is this what you want?” Wes asked, his lips brushing mine as he talked. “You want me to take control of whether you get to breathe or not?”