Page 105 of Ride a Cowboy

He leaned over, his breath hot on her cheek. “You only have to say stop, Sadie.”

“Is that my safe word?” She meant the question as a joke, as her way of acting all tough and badass. Somewhere along the line, both Joel and Oakley had figured out she was anything but. It was dangerous. She needed that upper hand back.

“This isn’t a game, Sade.” Joel stopped moving. “You understand that, right?”

Sex is always a game.

She didn’t express that dark thought aloud. How could she? Joel and Oakley had just shared a really special moment, acknowledging their feelings for one another. It had been beautiful, but it had also made her feel like a usurper. She didn’t belong here with these guys. Despite everything they said, she knew—really knew—deep down in her gut, that they were looking for something serious. Something lasting and real.

For some insane reason and despite everything she’d said to the contrary, they thought they were going to find that with her.

She couldn’t give into them.

Oakley pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. “We won’t hurt you, Sadie.”

She pursed her lips together, too afraid her thoughts would escape. Because despite Oakley’s assertion, she knew they wouldn’t have a chance to hurt her. She’d strike first.

Without her vision, Sadie felt lost. She was used to being able to read their expressions. It helped her understand what they were thinking and feeling. The blindfold was stealing that advantage from her. Neither man spoke for a moment, which left her adrift, confused.

She considered sitting up and calling a halt to the whole thing. She’d thought that was Joel’s plan earlier, when he’d dragged her and Oakley to the alley. It struck her now that she’d actually felt a measure of relief as she had followed them outside. She’d believed Joel would do the hard part for her.

Sadie couldn’t force herself to move. Neither of them held her, restrained her. Joel remained between her legs, Oakley standing just above her head. It would be a simple task to just get up and leave.

Yet she couldn’t move. She may not be tied down, but she was captive. And the worst part was she had willingly allowed them to confine her.

“Please.” Her voice was too quiet, too weak. What the hell was she begging for?

Joel ran his fingers through her slit once more and she moaned. Yes. This was what she wanted. What she needed. She couldn’t escape on her own, so she’d let them take her away, help her hide from all the shit crowding in her head.

She was too much like her mother. Always feeling the need to disappear.

Somehow Oakley and Joel understood that.

Oakley reached for her hands once more, dragging them above her head and holding them against the smooth surface.

She waited for Joel to enter her, to thrust inside. He was right there and she was so ready for it. She should have known better.

One moment his fingers were on her clit, the next he had the front of her blouse in his hands. He ripped the material apart. She heard several buttons skitter along the floor.

She wasn’t sure what was so freaking hot about a guy ripping her clothes off, but there was no denying her arousal went from hot to scorching. Even so, she sighed and feigned annoyance. “I loved this shirt.”

Oakley chuckled. “I love it now too. Shows off some of my favorite parts of you.”

She fought not to laugh. Oakley had a definite addiction to her boobs. The man was forever touching them, sucking on them or baring them the second they managed to get somewhere private.

“Put the rest of your t-shirt to use, Oakley. I need help.”

Joel’s voice was serious, sensual. Oakley released her and she heard another rip. Her freedom was short-lived when each man claimed a wrist. Joel bound her to one leg of the table, Oakley the other.

She tried to tug her arms free, but her lovers hadn’t lied. This wasn’t a game. Their knots stuck.

A slight unease crept in as her true helplessness soaked in. She couldn’t see what they were doing and she couldn’t move her hands. Her defenses were being stripped away.

“I…” she paused. She’d been about to call a halt to the whole thing, but something stopped her.

“Five more minutes, Sadie.” Joel ran his hand along her chest and stomach. “Give us five more minutes. If you hate it, we’ll stop.”

Sadie could do that. She thought. “Okay.”

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