Page 42 of Better Hide

I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.

Finally, I relax. Jayden’s eyes lighten with interest, and he traces the rope around my wrist, looping it gently but securely. He wraps the rope around my hips, doing the same to my other wrist, being careful not to run them over my bandage. He ties my wrists to the sides of my waist, working with flow and familiarity—like he’s done it a hundred times before.

“Too tight on your waist?”

I shake my head. It’s pretty loose.

Jayden puts his fingers in between the rope and my body. “It’s going to get tighter, so tell me now if it’s bothering you.”

“It’s not.” I narrow my eyes. Doesn’t he want me to be uncomfortable? Isn’t that his whole life’s purpose?

Jayden just goes back to wrapping until my wrists are securely pinned on each side of my hips. Jayden then traces the rope down my front and between my legs.

“What–”

“Tell me if this is too tight.” Jayden secures it on the other end. The rope presses against the seam of my shorts, sending a thrill through my clit. I shift to try to alleviate it. “It’s tight.”

“It’s supposed to rub. That’s the point. But if it’s pinching, that’s a problem.” Jayden runs his fingers between the rope and my body.

It doesn’t pinch. Just puts a constant pressure on my clit.

The door behind me yanks open, and I jump and whirl as best as I can.

“What we doing?” Cole slides in, looking me up and down, hunger flaring in his eyes. “Oh. Damn.”

Despite the dim light from the pilot light, I can see the manic glint in Cole’s eyes. Cole runs his finger along the ropes. “All trussed up so you can’t run from us.”

Before I can react, he grabs my hips and swings me toward him. “I’m borrowing her, Jay. I need her.”

Cole doesn’t look like he normally does. He looks wild and desperate. It sparks fear in me and also makes my clit pulsate. Despite my exhaustion, I start to feel alive again.

Jayden groans, “Don’t get my rope dirty.”

Cole grins up at me, a wild look in his eyes. “No promises.” He leans in, smelling of sweat andhim. He grabs the rope above my crotch and gently yanks. Pleasure shoots through my clit immediately.

Cole grins, his white teeth flashing, making me want to press my lips to his and bite him. To stain those lips red for what he dared to do to me.

“Fuck, Jo.” Cole shoves me down, my head hitting Jayden’s lap. He’s on top of me in a second, taking my bottom lip in his teeth and pulling.

I try to reach for him, but my hands are securely trapped to my hips.

I moan as Cole pulls my lip hard enough it hurts.

He chuckles.

“Fuck you,” I moan.

Cole winks at me, sitting back and flashing his knife. “These shorts are gonna get in my way.”

“My rope,” Jayden warns.

“I won’t touch your fucking rope.” Cole shimmies the rope off my pussy and puts his knife there instead.

I freeze, the blade so damn close to my clit. Cole hovers there, watching my reaction.

“You like this,” he states.

“No.” Energy buzzes through me.

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