Epilogue
Bella strode back and forth in front of the king-sized hotel bed, examining her handiwork.
“For a woman who says she isn’t great with rope, you’ve done a fine job.” The praise in Carter’s tone made her giggle. Especially since he was a victim of her rope work.
His hands were bound in front of him. Quint was in the same predicament, and of course they could have struggled out of their bonds if they’d wanted. With their strength, she was hardly a match for them. If they’d wanted to, they could have flipped her over and had her trussed like a pig at the county fair within seconds.
Instead, their dark eyes followed her every movement. And their cocks…Mmm.Two hard shafts bounced on their abs, the tips glistening with want.
“Lie back.” Her command came from a dry throat. She wet her lips and placed a knee on the bed. Their gazes dropped to the space between her thighs. Her pussy ached for their fingers, tongues and cocks. But she was having too much fun toying with them.
As she met Quint’s gaze, his eyes gleamed with dark promise. “The minute you untie me—”
“You’re in deep trouble,” Carter finished for him.
A quiver started low in her core and traveled upward throughout her whole body. She clamped down the urge to tug the knots free and let them have their way with her, but not yet.
Slowly, she planted her hand on the bed and began to crawl toward them. The bed vibrated from their constrainedmovements. They were like wild beasts trapped in a cage. The minute she freed them, Lord help her.
Flashing a grin, she made sure each move she made showed off her breasts in her sexiest red bra. She wasn’t disappointed—two gazes latched onto her globes.
“Where’d you get that sexy bra?” Quint’s voice was a shade rougher.
“Had it.” She paused to trail her finger around the lacy cup. Quint’s cock jerked, and her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to fill her mouth with him and drive him crazy.
“Don’t get attached to it, bro,” Carter practically growled. “I’m going to rip it off her as soon as I have control of my hands.”
She paused and sat back on her heels, perfecting her pout. “Now that’s not nice. I wore this just for you guys. Don’t you like it?”
“Fucking love it.” Quint fought his bindings, but the rope was secure. She grinned. “Dammit, woman, you’re going to get a spanking the minute I’m free.”
Now that’s what I want.
She fluffed her hair out with exaggerated movements. They watched in fascination, and she thrilled at the power they handed her. Knowing they gave her exactly what she wanted—needed—was the biggest aphrodisiac on the planet.
“Hell,” Carter grated out.
“I said lie back on the bed,” she ordered again. When they did, she continued her slow crawl up the mattress. She rested a hand on each man’s shin and slid them over their furred skin. When she gripped their thighs, muscles leaped beneath her fingers. She didn’t waste a second touching the playthings she wanted most.
Curling her fingers around their tight sacs, looking from one man’s face to the other. Quint’s eyebrows were etched downward as if he concentrated on holding onto his control.
Either that or he was plotting ways to torment her. God, she hoped so.
Need teased at her pussy, and juices slipped from her folds and wet her inner thighs.
“Where’s your matching panties?” Quint drawled, his voice tight.
“You ripped them off me back in Jacksonville.” She wasn’t wearing any at all.
“Funny—I don’t remember the bra in Jacksonville,” Carter said.
“Me neither.”
“Because you were pretty absorbed. Remember the anal beads?” She rotated her wrists and wrapped her fingers around both erections. Rewarded with a grunt and a groan for her efforts.
She gave them a soft smile, watching their faces transform with pleasure as she stroked them. The veined lengths were silk-covered steel. She wanted more—so much more.
When she dipped her head and flicked her tongue over the tip of Carter’s straining cock, he brought his bound hands down on her shoulders, holding her. She threw him a naughty look and parted her lips over his cock.