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Did I mention I’m in a whole lot of fucking trouble with these two?Because I am. I really, really am.

“Same drill as last time, Nolan. Go strip and kneel in the room. We’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Yes, sir.” He practically hops up. Unlike last time, he doesn’t stop to talk with Maison or hesitate. It settles something in me, seeing that easy joy and lack of doubt.

It settles me even more when I look over at Maison and find the same thing reflected in his expression. He’s ready for this. He’s also not glaring at me like he’s about to pull a gun, like last time, which is a huge plus.

“Thank you,” I decide to say, knowing it was him that had the hang-up about me fucking Nolan before.

Maison’s eyes drift from my eyes down, not quite checking me out, but not quitenoteither. He licks his lips. “He deserves to be spoiled. And you—” He pauses, eyes flicking back up to mine. There’s heat in his gaze that I can feel like actual fire on my skin.God, what I wouldn’t give for him to just let himself want me.“You deserve it too. You were great with him. You’re—we couldn’t do this with anyone else, Hunter. We’re really lucky to have you.”

I curl my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to him. It doesn’t matter how he looks at me or what he says—he’s set his limit and I have to respect that. It’s going to take all of my effort not to slip when we’re in the heat of the moment later. I’ll have to make sure Nolan stays between us at all times. I don’t even want an accidental touch. Knowing Maison, he’ll freak the fuck out.

“We shouldn’t make him wait too long.” I stand, feeling that usual calm wash over me that I always manage to find at the start of a scene. It steadies me. “You can start on the bed right away this time. You can strip, if you want. Make yourself comfortable.”

Maison stands too, hovering near me, his hands twitching at his sides. He looks like he wants to say something. I give him a moment. Then another.

Then I nod, an understanding nod, an accepting nod, and start toward the bedroom.

He follows.

I tell myself it’s enough.

Chapter Eleven

Maison

I’m even more jittery this time around than I was the first night we did this. I feel off-kilter. Unsteady. I feel like the fucking ground beneath my feet is crumbling and instead of doing something about it, I’m just trusting Hunter to keep it all together.Since when the fuck do I do that? Since when do I let anyone take the weight of the world when I know I could handle it myself? Since when do I trust someone like this?

He’s practically a goddamn stranger.

So why doesn’t he feel like one?

I try to shut off my mind, focusing on what he told me to do instead. I won’t strip completely, but I’ll do the rest. I’m glad Nolan was brave enough to be naked right off the bat, but I don’t want to deal with the questions I know Hunter will have when he sees my scars. Even if he’s polite enough not to ask them, I’ll see them in his eyes. That man says a whole lot with his eyes.

Nolan changes when we enter the room. If he were a cat, I swear his ears would be perked and twitching. It makes me smile, just a little.

While Hunter heads to a dresser in the corner, I take off my jeans and climb onto the bed. I want to ask if he plans on messing around at the edge again. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t entirely pleasant trying to keep myself sitting up the whole time—I’m apparently getting fucking old, especially since military work seems to add at least a decade to your actual age. I decide to settle back against the pillows instead. Hunter said to get comfortable. If he wants me to move later, he’ll tell me.

“What are your safewords, Nolan?” Hunter asks.

I snap my focus over to where he’s still fiddling inside the top drawer of the dresser. Nolan answers. “Green, yellow, and red, sir.”

“Good boy.” He turns away from the dresser then, his left pants pocket bulging with something I can’t make out, a small bottle of lube in his left hand and a set of nipple clamps in his right. He tosses the items in his hands on the bed and settles in front of Nolan, hand going in his hair, fingers gently carding through it.

I wonder what that feels like. Nolan’s done it once or twice when I was upset, but this isn’t like that. This is Hunter’s big hand, steadying, caring, promising things. Nolan shivers as all the tension seems to seep right out of him.What would that be like?

“Have you ever had multiple orgasms, darling?”

“In a row, sir?”

“Yes. I’m not talking about going a second round with your partner and coming twice. I mean orgasming again and again and again.” His fist tightens in Nolan’s hair suddenly, using the grip to tilt his head back. His other hand comes up to trace along Nolan’s face as he continues. “I mean orgasming until you’ve got nothing left. Until you’re coming dry.”

Nolan and I shiver at the same time.

“No, sir.”

“Were you aware that was what I was referring to on the packet you filled out?”

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