Page 7 of Bound By Them
He’s not entirely wrong.
He continues, “How about you let me try? I’m patient. We have nowhere else to be. It will feel good while I make the attempt. And if either of us wants to stop, we do. Nothing lost.”
I’m not sure. He’s going to work at my body until his hands cramp up and then he’s going to be mad.
“Hey…” With his free hand, he tilts my head toward him so we’re facing each other.
Sure, the angle is awkward and our faces are too close, but his green eyes are serious, intent, and also…kind.
“I mean it.” He slides his fingers out of me oh-so-slowly, then just as slowly, slides them back in. “I want to try for another one. I think you can do it.”
I reflexively clench around him.
“See?” He strokes out and in again. “Let me try, Princess Dani.”
I want to snort at how cheesy “princess” sounds, but at the same time, I kind of like it. I slide my hands back up and behind his neck, lightly scratching his warm skin with my nails.
He groans and shifts position, lifting me at the same time. Now one of his legs is bent on the seat, and I’m nestled between them.
I can feel his hardened cock, pressing against my lower back.
“You’re too fucking tempting.” Another slide of his fingers—out, then in. Excruciatingly, tantalizingly slow. “We’ll keep your clothes on, don’t worry. But Troy’s going to take these panties off of you, get them out of our way.”
Troy
Little Dani Montrose is the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Small and sweet, with a thick shield of bravado. She probably had to put that shield in place because she’s small. Without it, too many people would see her as a victim.
Just watching her come apart in Edmund’s arms damn near had me coming in my pants. And she hasn’t even taken her clothes off.
Edmund meets my gaze from over Dani’s shoulder. “Troy’s going to take these panties off of you, get them out of our way.”
Motherfucker. He’s going to scare Dani off. She’s excited about me watching—that much is evident. But she’s also…not uncomfortable, exactly. Off balance. This is new to her, I can tell.
And if he keeps pushing her, she’ll bolt.
She’s locked in place by his hold, but her eyes fly open. “I—Troy—what?”
“My hands are full right now.” Edmund’s hand moves behind her panties. With his other hand, he caresses her tits through her dress, one supple mound, then the other. “So I need his help. Is that okay with you?”
She arches her back, pushing her breasts against his palm. Her eyes flutter shut once more.
“Dani?” Edmund leans forward and nuzzles her ear. “Is that okay?”
His hand moves against her pussy. She moans. But a moan isn’t a yes.
Fuck. I want her to say yes so fucking bad, it hurts. My dick presses insistently against the front of my jeans, and my balls ache.
I wonder if she knows just how much power she holds in this moment.
Her lips part and she wets them with her tongue. “Yes.”
“So brave,” Edmund murmurs. “Now go ahead, Troy. You heard our girl.”
I should probably go straight for the waistband of her underwear and tug them down.
But that’s not what I do. With those shapely legs, bare on the seat next to me, I have to do more. I have to touch her. So I start at her ankles and slide my hands up over her smooth calves. She’s so soft. Damn. I linger on her thighs, adding pressure from my thumbs to really feel her.
The whole time, I watch her face. I tell myself I’m looking for any signs of distress. That’s only part of it. What I’m really watching are those gorgeous gray eyes of hers. Her pupils are large in the dim light coming through the car windows. Her blond hair is coming out of its updo, strands tumbling around to frame her face. And that mouth of hers—those lips parted, kissable. I want to lunge forward and taste her.
