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“Then let me remedy that fact.” Jason seared his mouth to mine, reminding me of that kiss we shared up against the door. The claiming, the branding, the one that made me want to submit to him, to do anything so long as he never stopped.

Their hands roamed over me, touching, squeezing, twisting. In short, everything I wanted, everything I ever dreamed of. Everything went fuzzy. It was like time slowed down to a blur outside of me so that I couldn’t distinguish what was around me. It all came down to sensations and their contrasts: smoothness vs calluses, feather-like vs pressure, heat vs coolness. To the smells that surrounded me: the musk, my berries, the peppers, the citrus, it stimulated my appetite for many things.

“Breathe, Baby Girl. You’re safe. It’s just us.” Jason stroked the side of my face, bringing me back to earth as Jarrod leaned over me, concern written all over his face. I licked my dry lips, but still couldn’t speak. Their words didn’t make sense.

“Is it too much? We can stop. You’re always the one in control,” Jarrod reassured me, placing his hand flat over my heart, allowing the weight of his arm to pin me, further grounding me to their presence.

“I-I’m good. Seriously.” Their combined stares said that they didn’t believe me, probably because I wasn’t sure I believed myself.

“You… we lost you like earlier.” Jason cradled my face.

“Really, I’m here. I-I liked it.” I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks, but I needed them to know the truth, to know how I felt. “It was a little overwhelming, and maybe a little scary”—not of them and not due to my assault, but from the unknown, of where I was headed—“but, but I want more.” My hips shifted and my skin felt too tight. I was like one of those two litre pop bottles with the thin sheet of paper holding the Mentos candies from falling in, but the paper was razor thin, almost gone. And the minute it was, I would detonate.

Jason and Jarrod shared a look as if they were holding a private conversation that I wasn’t privy to. “It would be cruel to leave her hanging like this.”

Jason nodded. “Maybe we do what you did? Over the clothes?”

“Just one of us?”

I watched as Jason pursed his lips, thinking over Jarrod’s question. Were they talking about having only one of them touch me because that wasn’t what I wanted? But at the same time, I trusted them. They had the experience while all this was new to me. Maybe it would be better that way even if my heart hurt thinking about it. Yet could I really be the ones making the decision? Didn’t they say that I was in charge? That they’d do what I wanted? And if I was in charge then I needed to speak up, to make my wishes known. “I-I want both of you. I don’t want to choose.”

They smiled at me, removing any unease I felt about speaking up.

“Well, then. I guess we’ve been told.” Jason dropped a quick kiss on my lips before turning his head to face Jarrod. “Let’s give, Baby Girl, her reward for being so good and speaking up, telling us nicely what she wants.”

I’d always soaked up Jason’s praise while growing up. Whenever I mastered a new skill, I rushed to show him and Peter so that they could hug me and tell how amazing I was. But what I felt then didn’t compare to how I felt now, listening to Jason tell those things to Jarrod. My hummed under the praise, tingling and sparking. A sensation that I discovered only smoothed out with their touch.

Their hands caressed me as if I was fine silk and something they couldn’t get enough of. Their lips were in constant motion either murmuring words that heated my blood further or brushing against my skin, my lips.

And then I finally felt that needed pressure. The spot that ached between my legs. With my pyjamas on, I didn’t know who was touching me or if they both were, but it was different than what I experienced with Jarrod. Different, but no less perfect.

Fingers strummed and circled. They pressed against me, through my clothing, but the thinness of the material almost made it seem like it wasn’t there, wasn’t the barrier that kept me from truly feeling everything. The fizz inside me grew more excited as I heated. On and on it went until… pop. My muscles clenched, refusing to move. I’d tried to call out their names, but my jaw hung open in a soundless cry. Or maybe I did make a noise, I couldn’t tell. All I could hear was the sound of my racing heart.

Then sound raced in… along with sweetest sensation of floating. All my muscles relaxed and became like jelly, weightless and without form.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Exquisite.”

I opened my eyes and found Jason and Jarrod leaning over me, smiling with love shining from their eyes. It was a picture-perfect moment. One I never wanted to forget. Anything that happened in my life after this moment would just be icing on the cake. Of that, I was sure.

Chapter Thirty-One

Jarrod

I tappedmy fingers against the surface of my desk as I waited for the Mr. Greyson, the owner, to arrive. The silence in the office was both deafening and telling. Add in an unexpected and last-minute visit with no indication for the reason and everyone in our office was on guard. Usually, we always had soft music playing in the background. Something to stimulate the senses as we worked. It was a pleasant change from the sounds of the office back in Winnipeg where the air was filled with the brush of pen and pencils on paper, the clicking of fingers hitting their keyboards, and the occasional hum of quiet, almost forbidden conversations. But with only four of us in the office, none of us made enough to noise to disrupt the silence, nor did we want to work in silence hence the music. But with Mr. Greyson on his way, we chose to observe the Winnipeg office rules which didn’t allow for music.

“Still no information?” Angela propped herself against the door jam.

I shook my head. “None whatsoever. And no one either knows or is talking in the big office.”

“Well, it can’t be bad. I mean, we’ve signed more new clients than we forecasted. And the fact that you basically stole WestWind from our rivals should make them very happy.”

I agreed, but for some reason my gut continued to churn. And I’d learned to trust my gut. Without conscious thought, I pulled open my desk drawer to straighten the items inside, but to my dismay, everything was already in its correct space. I glanced at my computer but knew there was no hope there. I kept everything neat and tidy, organized to the nth degree on there. It made it easier to find things when I searched.

When the silence stretched, Angela shifted. “Any big plans for the weekend? You and Peter doing anything special?”

“You heard about that, did you?” Angela smirked at my wry smile. I’d wondered how long it would take before someone would bring it up in conversation. After the near silence of most of the community afterthe kissin the fall, I’d expected the reaction to be quicker since there’d been more people to witness the act. But to my surprise, it had taken a couple of weeks outside of the initial comments at the Northern Pikes game where Peter and I proudly acted out our couple status. That’s not to say I hadn’t noticed more people looking at me and probably talking about me to their friends when I walked past, but then again, I was still new, so I was already a topic of conversation. They could have been talking about that instead of our new romance.

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