Page 102 of Freefall

I nod slowly.

“Say it,” Nate orders.

“Show him,” I whisper.

Nate wastes no time, sliding a finger inside me and tugging my dress just enough to keep my body hidden from River’s view. Even so, I catch the exact moment he realizes what’s happening.

He swims up to the edge of the pool, his eyes midnight green.

Nate continues to work me under my dress, adding another finger, but this time he doesn’t tease. His movements start out calculated and deliberate, but at some point they turn messier, more urgent, harder. Until he’s pounding into me, the wet sound echoing throughout the backyard. My eyes flutter closed, and I instantly feel his hand at my jaw. “Open your eyes, Harper.” His voice is quiet but firm. “Look what you’re doing to him.”

I force them open, glancing at River. His eyes are completely glazed over, locked on me. One of his arms moves slowly beneath the surface of the water, his biceps flexing with the motion. I don’t need to see below the waterline to know what he’s doing.

Nate curls his fingers, pumping faster and faster. I should be mortified by the sounds slipping past my lips. I should be embarrassed by how desperate I am to come, or that it’s going to happen while Nate’s cousin watches, but I don’t care about any of it.

“Now this,” Nate calls out to River. “Feels fucking amazing.”

“Shit, man.” River curses, his arm moving faster as the water ripples around him. “Is she gonna come?”

“Not yet.” Nate’s voice is pure gravel. “Not until I say so. Right, baby?”

Look, I believe in feminism as much as the next girl, but having two hot men talking about my pleasure like I’m not sitting right here, and it suddenly evaporates from my body.

“Fuck, Nate.” I’m practically squirming against his hand now. “I don’t think I can…”

“You will,” he orders, slowing down until the orgasm that was right there slips out of reach again. “You’ll hold it until I say so, or that will be the last time you come tonight. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He speeds up again. This time I’m so close I don't think I’ll be able to stop it. “Yes, oh my God, I’m gonna…”

It happens so fast. One second I’m on his lap about to fall over the edge of oblivion, and the next I’m in his arms.

“I changed my mind,” he says loud enough for River to hear. “No one else gets to see you fall apart.”

Then he looks over my shoulder. “Don’t jizz in my pool.”

River barks out a laugh. “Seriously?”

Nate doesn’t answer. He simply carries me toward the house.

Nate’s bedroom is exactly like I imagined—all dark wood and matte-black accents. Everything in its place. He kicks the door shut, locks it behind us, then carries me to the king-sized bed and lays me gently against the mattress. It’s so soft and plush, I almost disappear into it.

Without a word, he crosses the room to a large wooden dresser and slides open the top drawer. He pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand, but I can’t make out what they are from where I’m sitting.

“Take your dress off,” he orders. “Bra too.”

I don’t hesitate, pulling the sweater dress up over my head and letting it fall into a heap on the floor. Then I unclasp my bra and toss it aside. His eyes flick toward the clothes. For a second, I swear he’s considering picking them up and folding them. Instead, he reaches for an object on the nightstand and walks back to me.

“Give me your hands.”

I hold them out in front of me, but he shakes his head. “No.”

Gently, but firmly, he brings my wrists closer together. That’s when I finally see what he’s holding—a pair of black leather cuffs connected with a thick silver chain. He fastens one onto my right wrist before securing the other around my left.

A thrill shoots through my body, but then, almost immediately, doubt creeps in.

“Nate.”