Page 32 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

Lance raises his empty beer to that, bobbing his head. “I second.” His hair shines. “I want you,” he rumbles, his eyes pinning me to the booth when he lifts his head. I lean back, my entire body warm and gooey. I would come with a single swipe over my clit right now, I honestly would. I am so wet and swollen I partially want to start grinding this goddamn booth.

I regard Aug watching me squirm with his inquisitive yet knowing eyes. “I want you, too.”

I lick my lips, and find my voice wobbly and hoarse. “Let me be submissive to you both.” My breasts throb, my nipples peaked and achy as I take long, slow breaths, nearly squirming in the booth. “Let me bring you back together by the three of us being together,” I murmur, keeping the conversation undeniably private.

I want to fix them, I do. But I want to be a part of thenewthem, what they build from the ruins. I wantequal stake.

“I want to be a third, not a third wheel.” I make sure they know this now, so there’s no confusion. Aug looks at Lance and then they both nod.

“Okay,” Aug nods.

“We’d like that, too,” Lance confirms.

Holy crap. I’m going to bewith them.

“And by the way, you forgot to tell me I’m dreamy, too.”

I receive two heated winks and one growly, “You’re dreamy.”

Holy. Crap.

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augustus

If you would have toldme when I first met Brielle that she’d be making choices where my love life is concerned in just two months, I would have rolled my eyes. Hell, I think she would’ve rolled hers, too.

But she’s grown so bold and confident, adding fuel to the already roaring flames of attraction I have for her. I want her… and I also want him. And tonight, we perhaps foolishly agreed to embark on a trial throuple situation. While also being coworkers, mentors and theirprotégé, a dom with a switch and a sub, or…. Jesus this is complicated.

Clutching the edge of the marble counter, I stare at water sloshing around the basin, disappearing down the drain as I wait for it to heat.

This could be how it happens.

This could be how he gets what he needs, and how I get him.

Steam clouds my reflection, and I drop my razor under the hot water a few times before bringing it to the top of my cheek, gripping my jaw with my other hand.

I got home from that drink feeling… hopeful and happy. And hard.

So fucking hard.

Because sinking inside of Brielle sounds undeniably good. But being inside Lance again while watching him fuck her? I’m zero shades of jealous and a trillion hues of horny.

We never had that before, when it was just us. I had control, and he was my pup. No part of me even envisioned being a cuck, because what we had was so… cue the irony…perfect. Now the idea of domming a woman with him, or domming him and a woman together makes me hot, but a second, somewhat jarring truth? It doesn’t feel like a Band-Aid to get him back—it feels like it could be real with the three of us.

I want that silky hair splayed across my pillow as I drive into her, those soft legs hooked over my shoulders. After the first pass of the razor down my cheek, my eyes close and I picture it. I picture Brielle strewn across my bed, bare and sweaty. But I see… more.

I see her collared, and attached to that collar, a leash. And it’s not me tugging that leash. It’s Lance. He pulls the leather strap, bringing her mouth to his hard, pink cock. “Good girl,” he croons, his voice rough and tumble, but gentle, too, like ice wrapped in velvet.

My eyes open and I continue shaving my face.

I got home and trimmed my beard to the skin, and now I’m shaving off the final traces of it. The beard represented the struggle, and I’m choosing to believe that part is over, that we’re onto a new season.

Brielle wants us. She’s said she’d submit to us,for us. The thing is, thewaywe like dominance and submission is different from others. We recognize that what we like is less common than most.

But it’s what we like, it’s what we both need. That part we’ve always agreed on.

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