Page 45 of The Hat Trick

“Yeah, I’m going to head home now.”

I watch him continue to look me over, and then he looks to the side, and I see Brent approach as well. His green eyes scan the length of my body, and I can tell he senses something too. My heart starts racing in my chest as these two men take me in, and I feel like I’m exposed in this room full of people.

“Did something happen?” Brent asks, seriousness lacing his tone.

“Um, like what?” I try to play dumb. Maybe avoidance will be the way to go on this one.

Brent looks at me carefully, I try not to meet his gaze, but I can feel it on every inch of me. I feel like he can see straight inside my mind and knows exactly what just happened in the bathroom. And with whom.

Then, the man I swore I would avoid at all costs walks past, his brown eyes meet mine, and I see what he looked like as he fucked me. How I watched his muscular ass flex in the mirror with each thrust before taunting him and he forced me over the sink.

Brent looks between us, and I see the moment it clicks for him. His eyes are back on me, he steps into my body, crowding me and speaking low. “Did he touch you, beautiful?”

I look between him, and Vince, who is staring daggers at Matt, and then looks at me with concern. I see the question in his gaze. The worry that it might not have been consensual. But it was. It reallyreallywas. And I nod at both of them. Answering Brent’s verbal question, and Vince’s silent one.

Brent speaks again, his voice husky and unfamiliar, “Naughty girl. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”

The throbbing between my legs is back, like I didn’t just have an explosive orgasm around another man’s cock ten minutes ago.

I shake my head.

He leans down, and I’m taken aback by how close he is to me when he’s been avoiding standing within three feet of me all night considering who all is here.

“They get punished.”

A small sound escapes my lips, and then he pulls away, turns toward Vince and says, “Let’s go.”

I guess the whole leaving together rule is out the window because the three of us are starting to head toward the exit when Brent makes one more command, “McQuaid too.”

Vince goes to find Matt as Brent and I head outside. He’s not touching me, but you’d have to be blind to think we aren’t leaving together.

The valet brings his car around, and I’m extra glad I decided to Uber here because I knew I would be drinking. He ushers me into his truck. It’s not exactly what I would’ve expected him to drive. He closes the door once I’m seated and comes around to get in the driver’s side.

He drives us away from the extravagant hotel in silence. I start to worry that he’s mad at me, and that this whole ‘naughty girl’ and ‘punishment’ business is serious, and not just fun sexy talk. I twist the fabric of my dress in my fist, and he places a large hand over mine. I look up at him, but he’s still watching the road.

His thumb slides along my knuckles in a soothing movement, and I finally ask, “Are you mad?” I feel like a little kid, vulnerable and exposed.

He looks over to me with a genuine expression. “I’ll never be mad about you taking whatever it is you want. If you don’t want any part of this, tell me now.”

“No, no, I want this, I just wasn’t sure if you were actually mad.”

“We should’ve established this before, but communication is the priority, and we should have a safe word for what we are doing. Green, yellow, and red. Green is good, keep going. Yellow is something is making you uncomfortable or to slow down, and red is stop right away.”

I’ve never been in any sort of relationship, casual or otherwise, that we had safe words. “Green,” I say softly.

“Don’t be afraid to speak up if you don’t want something, Chandler. This is about you. It’s all about you.”

I blush at that; it’s never felt all about me before. Not until them. And I know what he’s saying is true, because everything they’ve done has been focused on my pleasure, and what I want to happen. Even if it seemed like they are in control, they aren’t. It’s always me.

Knowing he isn’t actually mad at me has me sinking back into the seat slightly, his thumb still caressing the skin on my knuckles.

“Is Vince mad?” I ask because the insecurity is strong right now, and I feel like doing what I did with Matt might have been a mistake, despite Brent telling me it’s okay.

“As long as you wanted it, he’s okay.”

I just don’t want to fuck this up.

I can’t bring myself to say those words as they swirl around in my head. I hate feeling this way, and it’s something I used to battle with more, but this new dynamic has the insecure side of me appearing more lately. And I want to shut her up.

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