Page 87 of Full Mountie

“But you need to eat your dinner first,” Hugh says, still clearly amused. “Here on the couch. Particles flying and everything.”

“Meanie,” I say softly, but it’s hard to care about anything when Lachlan’s thumb is slowly working its way across the top of my shoulder.

“You heard the man,” Lachlan murmurs in my ear. “Go be a good girl.”

I snort. It’s not going to be aBeth is a good girlkind of night. Hugh already got that message earlier. Lachlan might be in for a surprise.

I’m feeling bossy.

But I eat my dinner, like a good girl.

And when they’re cleaning up the kitchen, I head upstairs and start poking around, because I’m also a delightfully bad woman. Newly so and eager to explore more ways to be naughty.

But I don’t want to tie Lachlan up, exactly. At least, I don’t want to suspend him. I pick through the bag of cuffs and grab the ones I recognize for his wrists.

Then I turn my attention to the rope. I don’t need the heavy duty stuff Hugh used last time. Instead, I pick a blue bundle that’ll look fun against Lachlan’s skin.

Yes, I have a plan.

I skip down the stairs, hitting the bottom landing as they come out of the kitchen.

“What were you up to?” Hugh asks, his eyes lighting up.

I hold up the rope. “I have a stress-relief plan.”

Lachlan groans, but he’s grinning, too.

I swish past them and head straight to the bedroom.

“Just what exactly did you have in mind?” Lachlan asks as I hop onto his bed. It really is the perfect size for all three of us. I’m so looking forward to curling up between them tonight.

But I have an idea to use it for something a little more active first. “I want your hands behind your back, if that’s okay?”

“Sure.”

“And maybe tied…”

Lachlan laughs. “Okay. We don’t need both the cuffs and the rope.” He glances at Hugh. “Do you know how to do a dragonfly sleeve?”

“I do.”

Lachlan swings his arms loosely, then brings them together behind his back. “Then I’m yours to bind for the lady.”

Hugh gives me a grin. “Remember our safewords?”

I point at Lachlan. “Liquorice.” Then I tap my chest. “Olives. And you’re cabbage. And if anyone wants to slow down, we say cupcake.”

“Excellent memory.” Hugh holds out his hand.

I hand him the rope and watch with rapt attention as he finds the mid-point and makes an exaggerated bowtie. Each loop goes over an arm and up onto Lachlan’s shoulders, like he’s wearing a rope backpack. Then Hugh makes a new knot in the long hanging tails, a new bowtie, and those loops go up Lachlan’s arms, too, sitting just above his biceps. The third bowtie goes below the bulging curve of his muscles, the fourth, fifth and sixth on his forearms, so his arms have an elaborate ladder between them.

Hugh tugs Lachlan back, reaches around to palm his impressive bulge, and whispers in his ear. “Step out of your jeans.” Hugh helps with that, getting in some good gropes along the way.

Once Lachlan is naked and trussed up, I wordlessly point for him to come to the edge of the bed.

I wrap my hand around his very hard cock and stroke him gently.

“I want…”

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