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“I know it’s a lot to take in.” He kissed my cheek. “I completely understand if-”

“Yes.”

His thumb stopped moving as if he was shocked. “Yes?”

I opened my eyes, meeting his. “Yes, they can watch. My safe word is cowabunga.” The rat incident had affected my brain more than I thought. Who picks cowabunga as their safe word during an incredibly sexy sexual encounter?

A flash of confusion washed across his features, but then he threw his head back and laughed. It was the most beautiful sight seeing his wide grin and the amusement in his eyes. The tense moment we’d just had evaporated. “That cannot be your safe word.”

“Why not? It’s my word. It’s either that or hairy nipple, and I don’t think you want me saying that in front of your friends.”Shut up, Paige.“I didn’t grow any hairs from that bourbon, did I?”

His eyes twinkled in the dim light, and he ran a finger down to my cleavage. “I can check.”

I batted his hand away. “Cowabunga!”

He captured my wrist and pinned it above my head against the window, his face turning serious. “Safe words aren’t a joke, Paige. If you say it, I’ll take it as my cue to stop what I’m doing to find out what you’re uncomfortable with. Do you understand?”

My breath stuttered at his intensity, and I nodded.

He let go of my wrist, trailing his fingers down my arm. “I need to hear it.”

“I understand.” My skin broke out in goosebumps and my heart rate increased. This was actually happening.

“Do you have any limits?” He stroked back up my arm, entwining our fingers against the window above my head.

“I… I don’t know. I’m vanilla.” I cringed as the word left my lips and looked down. The less confident side of me threatened to take over, and I grasped at the woman I’d been only a minute ago.

“Look at me.” Ryker sounded angry, and my head snapped up, taken aback at his tone. “Men who use the term vanilla think saltines are spicy. They’re projecting their issue on someone else.”

I snorted, even though he was dead serious. “I don’t know what my limits are.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to test them.” He let go of my hand.

My eyes widened as he backed toward the door, his eyes not leaving mine. Were they waiting in the hall? Oh, God. This was happening and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest cavity.

“Paige.” He stopped next to the door, his rumbly voice both a threat and a promise. “On your knees.”

It felt like my vision tunneled in on him as he opened the door and the light from the hallway bathed one side of his face in light and the other in shadow. I could hear footsteps in the hall, heading closer and closer.

With a deep breath and a silent prayer to the sex gods to protect me, I got on my knees.

Chapter4

The Cannoli Gods Giveth

Luca

The anticipation was killing me to the point where I prayed to the cannoli gods that tonight was going to happen. It had been too long since we’d watched Ryker with a woman. One year and twelve days to be exact.

It wasn’t from lack of me or Ryker suggesting it, but from Garrett refusing to partake. Sure, Ryker and I could have just done it between the two of us, but the one time we’d tried, it just hadn’t felt right.

The first time Garrett and I had watched Ryker with a woman was our junior year in college. There had been alcohol involved, but not enough to forget how fucking alive I felt watching one of my best friends please a woman. It wasn’t just that, though; it was the way Garrett reacted.

We were silent observers, but Garrett was anything but silent. Not in a moaning and groaning way, but in the way his eyes tracked every movement and the way he palmed his cock through his pants.

Garrett scrolled on his phone, avoiding my stare as we waited in the hallway outside of room 4004. He’d been quiet ever since Ryker had led the curvy brunette out of the bar and to the elevator.

Clearing my throat, I pushed off the wall to move closer to him and kept my voice low. “You shouldn’t have your phone out.”

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