Page 46 of Wicked Rush

“Dr. Rollins.”

“Braelynn,” she corrected.

“It was nice talking with you.” Garrett nodded.

“It’s going to be time soon.” Lars reached for Braelynn’s hand. “Come, let’s get some glow sticks.”

“Against the wall.” Garrett pointed to several bins lined along the edge of the tent. “See ya out there.”

Lars ushered Braelynn away from the corner. As they went to leave, she caught sight of the threesome she’d seen earlier on the dancefloor. Braelynn’s eyes widened at their heated interaction. Bent over a white sofa, a woman was being fucked by one man while she sucked the cock of another. Braelynn’s heart raced, heat flooding between her legs. As if on a seesaw, her emotions ran the gamut. From fear to anger to arousal, she didn’t know which end was up, had lost her bearings.

“Enjoying the show?” Lars asked.

“I just never…I never…I’m sorry.” She blushed, turning her head. “It’s private. I shouldn’t be looking.”

“Watch them,” he told her.

No, I can’t do this. It’s wrong. I’m so going to hell.Her inner thoughts were thwarted as strong hands wrapped around her waist, his hard cock pressing into her ass.

“Watch, Brae. Don’t think. Just do it.”

“It’s not right,” she protested, but did as he said. The woman screamed as the man slammed inside her. And while Braelynn couldn’t hear their words through the music, she imagined the sound of his pelvis slapping her flesh.

“There’s nothing wrong with pleasure, sweetheart. Sebastion and Ryder. They like to be watched.”

“Who’s the woman?”

“Sloane. She doesn’t usually do open play like this.”

Guttural moans from the threesome speared through the din. A fine sheen broke across Braelynn’s skin, her body igniting in response.

“It’s okay to be turned on. I think it’s hot as fuck too. That is what’s special about Altura. It’s safe to explore.”

“Everyone here has sex at parties?”

“No, as I said, this is merely an open place. You can have everything or nothing at all. What we have in common is our love for skating the edge. Bending the rules if you will. For some, that means scaling a rock face hundreds of feet up in the air. Others like to add a sexual element to their experiences. What they’ve done right here is about the safest thing they’ll do all week. All three of them plan to make a trek to Everest next month.”

“You do this?” she asked, accepting a long plastic tube from Lars. He broke and shook his, revealing its bright indigo glow.

“Lift your hair,” he told her.

She did as he’d asked, noting he didn’t answer, smiling as he placed the brightly colored coil around her neck.

“There, you’re set.” He winked.

Braelynn picked up a shorter segment, breaking and freeing its illumination. “Your arm, please.” Taking care, she fastened it onto his wrist. “Do you do…what we just saw?”

“I heard you the first time. Let me ask you a question, little fox. Have you ever been with two men?”

Braelynn opened her mouth but Lars never gave her a chance to respond as he ushered her out of the tent. They settled onto a blanket overlooking the cliff. Their quaint picnic sanctuary was surrounded by intricately carved iron luminaries. Although it gave the illusion of privacy, rumbles of conversations drifted across the cool sea breeze, and Braelynn spied the reflection of eyes across the dimly lit lawn. Lars handed her a flute of champagne, and she reached for its stem, her fingertips sliding over the smooth glass. Although it was a cool night, there was a slippery condensation along its sides.

Braelynn sat silently, ruminating in her own thoughts. She glanced to Lars’ seductive smile, and wondered how she’d ever get over him. An overwhelming sense of melancholy was tempered by the arousal she’d failed to shake after watching the threesome. Braelynn had avoided further conversation about what they’d seen inside the tent. She’d never been with two men, and wondered why Lars encouraged her to watch, pressing her to confess her own fantasies.

While she’d only been with him for a day, the intensity of the past twenty-four hours had brought them close, the intimacy between them increasing with each passing minute. However fragile their relationship, he’d promised to help her.

Guilt ran through her, and she considered telling Lars everything about her relationship with Garrett. But there was no way she could divulge top secret information. She’d told herself a million times that it didn’t matter. After tomorrow, it’d be likely she’d never see him again. She reconciled that for one night, she’d be his. Tomorrow, however, the magic and her dreams would shatter, and she’d pick up the pieces in a country far away.

“Hey,” he said, breaking her contemplation.