Page 23 of Hard Ride
I hope it didn’t. I hope she fucking loved it.
The playroom door opens unexpectedly, and Tate walks in. “I need to talk to you,” he says, closing the door after him.
“You better not need another fucking favor, because I’m all out of favors, right now.”
“Pity,” Tate says, his gaze level. “Because I was going to ask for one.”
“No,” I say curtly.
“You haven’t heard what it is yet.”
“I don’t care.”
He tilts his head. “You haven’t asked me how Katherine found your demonstration.”
“And I’m not going to.” I’m terse, but that’s all the emotional energy I have room for. “That’s none of my fucking business.”
“Actually, it is your business,” Tate disagrees. “Because when I asked Katherine if she was thinking about you fucking her, she came so hard I thought the glass was going to break.”
I go very still, looking at him. “She did?”
“Oh, yes,” Tate says. “She got off on watching you. In fact, she was loving it. I only had to touch her clit once, and she went off like a fucking rocket.”
This news does not make me feel any better, strangely enough, even if it is satisfying on some level. “Congratulations,” I say. “Don’t tell me, she changed her mind about a night.”
Tate inclines his head. “She did. Thanks to you.”
“You can send me roses later.” I pick up my jacket from the bed. “Right now, I need a fucking drink.”
“Luc,” Tate says, his voice strangely intense. “The favor I need to ask, I think you’ll like.”
I throw my jacket over my shoulder. “I’m not fucking another sub for you.”
“Not even if the sub is Katherine?” Tate asks.
It takes a lot to surprise me. A lot more to shock me, but I’m shocked right now. It’s as if I’ve taken hold of a live wire. “What?” I ask, because surely I’ve misheard.
“It worked well out in the hallway.” Tate meets my gaze head-on. “She loved watching you, and she wants a night. But she’s afraid, and I don’t know what of, so I need to be careful. I don’t want to push too hard and end up frightening her away.”
I stare back. “What do you want?” I snap. “Be fucking clear, Tate.”
“I want you and me to work together,” he says. “In a scene with her.”
For the first time in my messy goddamn life, I’m speechless. All I can do is stare as my brain tries to process what he’s just said.
“I know you want her,” Tate goes on. “And she wants you, too. “
“Jesus.” I run a distracted hand through my hair. “Did she tell you that?”
“No. But her pussy doesn’t lie.”
Something inside me shifts and turns, growling. Something hungry. “Are you serious?” I demand, my temper pulling at the leash. “And don’t fucking lie to me, Tate.”
“I’m not.” He just looks at me steadily. “I want to make this scene the best it can be, and for that, I need you.”
I get turned on by subs all the time, a hard-on isn’t anything new, and I’ve had vanilla sex with a lot of different women.Pick-ups in bars, work colleagues, and the occasional friend with benefits. All sex without strings or commitments.
But I’ve never done a scene with a woman I actually feel something for, still less what I feel for Katie, and it’s dangerous. This whole thing feels dangerous. Yet, I know I’m not going to refuse. Iknow.Because Tate is right, he can push too hard sometimes, and given how he feels about her, the possibility he might frighten her away is a valid concern. My presence tempers him, helps him find a middle ground, and subs find me reassuring.
