Page 91 of Undone

A second later, Erin was at his side, bouncing on her toes. “What are we doing?”

Her excitement was palpable, and he struggled to hide his own. “I’mdoing him.”

“I figured that. What’s he digging for?”

“Do you think I can’t hear you?” Dylan grumbled with a shake of his head and still facing the cabinet.

She pressed a hand over her mouth to smother a giggle. “What are you searching for?”

“A vibrating plug,” Ford answered before Dylan could.

“Ooooh,” she breathed. “But?—”

He cut her off before she asked too many questions. “You’ll see.” Once Dylan turned and handed it to Erin, Ford ordered, “Go do what you need to do.”

After an exchange of glances, Dylan obeyed and headed to the bathroom. He’d prefer that Dylan say, “Thank you, Sir,” but it was better not to push his luck tonight. He grabbed the tub of Boy Butter and handed it to Erin. “Lube that up good.”

“For you?”

He shook his head. “No, for you to use on him.”

“But—”

“Darlin’, “ he warned with a growl.

Her smile was blinding, and she gave him a sharp salute. “Yes, Sir!”

He hooked her around the waist, yanked her into him and planted a fat kiss on her lips. “You’re the best,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I can’t wait to watch the two of you,” she whispered back, reaching up and cupping his cheek. Her eyes were heated and she practically vibrated with eagerness.

It was infectious. “I hope he doesn’t chicken out.”

“He won’t.”

Ford nodded and, with his eyes on the bathroom door, reluctantly released her. “He’s taking longer than expected in there.”

“He could be giving himself a pep talk. Or struggling to take out the plug. Should I go in and help him?”

“No. Let him take whatever time he needs.”

With her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she nodded.

While they waited, Erin generously lubed the anal vibrator and Ford positioned himself at the top of the mattress. With his thighs spread, he sat on his heels and adjusted the towel so it properly protected the bed.

Ford held his breath when the bathroom door opened. Would Dylan be willing or would he back out?

“You good?” Ford asked him. The man’s eyes flicked from the thin, black, beaded anal plug in Erin’s hand to him.

With his expression locked down, Dylan responded, “Yes.”

Ford took him at his word and pointed to the center of the bed. “On your knees, facing me.”

Taking a deep breath, Dylan’s chest rose and fell. He also did as he was told.

Ford patted his bare thighs. “Come closer and give me your mouth.”

When their knees touched, their gazes locked for a second.

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