Page 53 of Consume Me

With a tight grin still plastered across my mouth, Kit turned and left.It wasn’t until I heard the front door of the barn close that I let out a massive sigh.

“Please don’t come back down, Kit.God only knows what you’ll likely walk in on.”

The thought of Kit finding out what I’d been doing with Dylan and Nick shouldn’t have bothered me.But it did.Not because I thought her a prude, but because ménages weren’t readily accepted in conventional society.

The question of how people managed a threesome in their daily lives stuck in my head.From what I’d seen, it was hard enough for two people to make a stable relationship work.I imagined three would be next to impossible, especially for someone like me who was used to spending ninety-nine percent of my time alone.I’d probably go batshit crazy with Dylan and Nick hovering over me day in and day out.I’d never have a moment to myself.And why was I thinking about such ridiculous scenarios in the first place?In a few short days, my time with them would be nothing but a memory.

My stomach grumbled, a welcome distraction from my train of thoughts.As I climbed out of bed, a sweet burn throbbed between my legs.Humming in delight, I savored the glorious ache.

As I reached for my robe, my hand froze as a bewildering tug-of-war ignited in my brain.

If I covered myself, knowing they forbade it, I ran the risk of punishment.But if Kit decided to pop back in, how would I explain my nakedness?Indecision pinged through me, and I nibbled my bottom lip.Deciding I could toss on the robe, raid the fridge, then toss it back off before hopping back into bed without them knowing…I pulled it on and tied the sash.

But just as I stepped from my room, Dylan and Nick rounded the corner.

Shit!

Nick’s brows shot up in surprise before an unhappy frown settled over his face.Beside him, Dylan cocked his head and scowled.

“We didn’t take the rules with us when we left the barn,” Nick chided as he and Dylan shed their coats and kicked off their boots.

“I know, but Kit was here a few minutes ago.I was afraid she might come back.”

“She’s inside the house,” Dylan informed.“Besides, I’m sure she’s seen a naked woman before.”

“Yes, but it would have been totally out of character for me to be running around the barn naked.Especially when you two could have wandered back in at any minute.She would definitely find that suspect.”

“Still worried about others’ perceptions, I see,” Nick grumbled.

“Come on, Nick.Normal people don’t do what we’re doing here.”

“It’s Sir to you, little one,” he barked.“Andwedo it all the damn time.”

“But I don’t, Sir,” I mumbled, worrying my fingers over the knot of my robe.

“And you’re not comfortable at the idea of Kit finding out what you enjoy,” Dylan stated flatly.

“No.It’s nobody’s business but mine, Sir.”

“Take the robe off, little one.Now,” Nick demanded.

As he stepped toward me and extended his hand, disappointment rolled off him in waves.

With a furtive glance toward the hallway, I untied the sash and slid off the robe before placing it in his palm.The cold air and his arctic stare sent goosebumps peppering my flesh.

“Thank you.Are you hungry?”Nick asked.

Wait.What?No edging?No spanking?No lecture?

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then go sit by the fire and warm yourself while we fix some lunch.”

“You may use the blanket, if you want.”Dylan winked.

“Thank you, Sirs.”

I hurried to the couch and sat down.The leather was warm, but I still wrapped the soft cotton blanket around me and tucked it under my feet.As Dylan and Nick worked in the kitchen, they talked so quietly I couldn’t make out a single word.I had no doubt they were plotting some heinous type of punishment for finding me in my robe.Whatever they decided, I would willingly accept.I knew the risk I was taking when I dragged the damn thing on.

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