Page 81 of Undone

“That wasn’t there before.” The large mirror above his bed hadn’t been there when she toured his wing the day of the resort’s open house.

“I decided to install it the other week.”

She spotted very small hooks at each corner of the mirror. Not big enough to support any kind of sex equipment. “And the hooks?”

“So I can cover it with a piece of fabric if I get sick of staring at myself.”

She wasn’t sure anyone would get sick of staring at Dylan, especially while naked, and she was damn sure he slept that way.

“Or you want to hide it.”

“That, too,” he confirmed.

With her eyes to the mirror, she watched the men step into her space. However, their predatory gazes were not on their reflection. They were on her.

The hunger in their eyes told her that she would definitely be the “meal” tonight.

She dropped her gaze and turned. “Where do we start?”

Dylan pushed a lock of her still damp hair over her shoulder. “We’re not going overboard with the equipment or toys tonight. I think it’s best for us to concentrate on each other since it’s the first time we’ll all be together.”

Ford wiggled his eyebrows. “And if everything goes smoothly and we’re all in agreement that this will work, we can play like we mean it next time.”

A thrill shot through Erin. “I like the sound of that.”

“We all do,” Ford agreed. “Do you have a hair tie with you?”

Well, that was an unexpected request. “Sure, in my purse out in the car.”

“Shit,” he muttered before glancing at Dylan. “Do you have a rubber band?”

“In the kitchen. Not sure I want to run into Dani or Dayne like this.” He pointed at his stiff cock.

Ford pursed his lips for a second. “Grab me a shoelace.”

“What are you doing?” Erin’s curiosity was now piqued.

Instead of answering her, he turned her and began French braiding her hair.

What? When did he learn how to do that?

“Grab something for me to tie off the bottom,” he once again said to Dylan.

Dylan jerked into motion and headed for one of the cabinets or closets, or whatever the built-ins were considered, along the one wall.

The second Ford was done braiding her long, damp hair, he brushed his lips along the nape of her neck, drawing a shiver from her.

When Dylan returned, Ford held up the end of the braid. “Tie that off.”

It clearly was not a request; it was an order. Erin expected Dylan to get bent about it, but surprisingly enough, he didn’t. He simply did what he was told.

Interesting.

Would the power dynamics be fluid between the two men? If so, it might make becoming a threesome easier.

Ford released her braid. “We have one goal tonight,” he started.

She turned in time to see the two men give each other a nod before Dylan finished with, “Make her come undone.”

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