Page 44 of Here In Your Arms

Rory and I load up three plates with savory snacks, keeping the sweet for later. I can see her swoon a little when she sees the pie and the ice cream sundae options, and I make a note that she appreciates little touches like that. Bringing our loot into the other room, we get settled in, Rory in the middle. She shimmies a little to get comfortable and pulls us closer to her before giving us the OK to start the movie.

The movie starts, and it’s not long before we’re all laughing at the antics of the science teacher and his class. This movie never fails to make Kyle cry laughing, and I’m hoping Rory finds it just as funny. When the scene comes where they need to extract the bug from the teacher, she’s laughing just as hard as Kyle is; tears gather in her eyes My heart settles even more seeing that connection. I don’t have any doubts that Rory and I connect, but I haven’t had much of a chance to see her and Kyle find that common ground. This feels right, and I soak up every moment of their laughter.

In between each round of laughter, one of us makes a point to touch her: a brush of the knee, resting a hand on her thigh, or wrapping it behind her. She squirms each time we do, and I feel her walls coming down physically. Her body leans more into ours, and her breathing picks up when we brush close to her chest, face, or hips. She’s not as unaffected as she would like us to think.

When the movie is over, Rory has fully flopped into the softness of the couch, each of her hands wrapped in one of ours. Our hands rest on each of her thighs, and I can see Kyle moving his thumb in small motions on her leg. She takes a deep breath when the credits start and looks at me.

“My abs hurt from laughing,” she says.

“It’s pretty damn close to a workout,” Kyle agrees. “That movie gets me every fuckin’ time.”

“I can see why. It’s definitely at the top of my list now. Good pick.”

We sit there, smiling at each other and just enjoying the calm after an hour and a half of laughing. Kyle disentangles his hand from Rory’s and slowly places it on her thigh where their hands were right in the middle. Her breath hitches a bit, and her eyes fly from his hand up to his face.

“You know, this would be a perfect time to show you my plans,” he says, his voice dipping a bit lower with arousal.

“Plans?” I inquire, moving my free hand to graze Rory’s side.

“Mmmm,” Kyle responds. “I told Rory I have lots of plans for her. Especially that mouth.”

“They sound like good plans,” I comment, my head dipping down to kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder.

She moans softly and tilts her head so I have better access. The movement brings her face closer to Kyle, who seizes the opportunity to place his lips on hers. They kiss deeply, tongues tangling, and Kyle’s hand slides up higher on her thigh. My free hand continues to explore her torso, my hand grazing her breasts gently, feeling her breath increase as I go.

“Where are we executing these plans?” I ask Kyle, my face still mostly buried in Rory’s neck.

“Bedroom?” he asks.

We both stop and pull back slightly, wanting her full consent before we go any further. I can see the conflict on her face. She wants this, but she needs to be sure and we’re not about to rush her. She takes a moment to collect herself, her breathing still fast, but she looks at both of us and nods.

“Words, precious,” I tell her.

“Yes, let’s go to the bedroom,” Rory decides, her voice breathy.

Kyle grins at me as we each grab a hand, but before we leave the room I stop us. We need to make sure there are boundaries, so I force the conversation. Once we’re ready, I sweep her up to carry her out of the room and down the hall where the bedrooms are. Bypassing the guest room, we take her straight into our room and let her look around for a few seconds. I know Kyle said he has plans for her, but I can’t help but start to take charge. Setting Rory down gently, I let her evaluate the room while I pull out a few toys in case she’s game for it. For some reason I want to order them around. This should be a fun night.

Chapter 16

Rory

These men have been driving me insane for a couple of hours now, small touches here and there, hands brushing close to my breasts. When they started up with kisses and intentional touching, though? My body ratcheted up to eleven. I’m pretty sure I’m going to combust. Even though I told them I’m ready for the bedroom, Wes stops us before we start walking. He turns me to face him, Kyle standing at my back.

“I have some questions for you, precious, and I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me. There’s no judgment here, and there’s no wrong answer, okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

“Do you have any hard no’s when it comes to sex?”

“Degradation,” I say instantly.

“Good girl,” Kyle murmurs and brings my hand up to his mouth, kissing and suckling gently at my skin.

“Are you okay with being restrained?” Wes asks.

I think about this one, and Kyle stops his ministrations so I can focus. His hands rest on my hips instead, holding gently, not trying to drive me wild.

“I’m willing to try it,” I tell him. “I haven’t done it before.”

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