Page 24 of Hard Ride
Fuck, I can’t say no, not when it’s her. Not when her pleasure and well-being are the most important things here. It’s not about me. Itcan’tbe about me.
“You really want me in on this?’ I ask. “Because once I’m in, that’s it. You can’t change your mind. It’ll be between us forever.”
He doesn’t flinch. “Yes, I know. But if I want to keep her this time, I’m going to have to find out what she’s hiding, because sheishiding something. Something that was between us in our marriage ten years ago, and I need to know what it is. I need you to help me unlock her.”
“Perhaps what was between you and her in your marriage was me,” I challenge, because if he’s asking this of me and if we’re talking about it now, we’re going to fucking talk.
“Maybe,” Tate says without heat. “But I think it’s about more than just that.”
Fuck. He doesn’t seem at all bothered about the thought of Katie and me. Still, there’s a truth he needs to know, and I have to be straight with him. “If I help you, Tate, then it won’t just be ‘my’ problem anymore. It’ll be yours too. Because if I have her, I’m not going to want to let her go, either.”
This time, his gaze flickers. But only for a second. “I hear you. We’ll sort that out later. She’s waiting for us now.”
Anticipation is gathering in my gut, my cock by now painfully hard. The thought of having her, after so long… Fuck, I’m not going to refuse, no matter how difficult it makes things between Tate and me. I can’t.
“You tell her that I’m coming?”
“No,” he says. “I want it to be a surprise, to unsettle her.”
“Is that the best idea right now?”
“Perhaps not,” he admits. “But the only way she’ll allow herself to have any kind of pleasure is if I order her to. And I think she’ll resist. Fuck, she’s resisting now.”
There are questions I want to ask him, things to get straight before I involve myself, but we could talk about this all night, and I can tell he’s already impatient to be back in that room with her.
And so are you.
Yeah, I am. And I’m done talking about it.
“Okay,” I say, dumping the jacket so I can roll down my sleeves and do up my cuffs, desire winding tighter and tighter through me. “Let’s do this.”
10
Katherine
Tate’s been gone a while. Longer than I thought he’d be. I’m starting to look around the room, wondering if he’d really notice if I moved, and where the fuck did he go anyway, when the door opens again.
“Eyes on the floor, sub,” Tate orders as he comes back in.
“Yes, Sir.” I look at the carpet in front of me.
Then I hear another footstep. The quality of the air in the room changes, thickening, becoming dense and electric, like a storm about to break.
He’s got someone else in here, hasn’t he? There’s someone else in the room, and they’re looking at me. They’re looking at me while I’m naked and handcuffed.
I jerk my head up, unable to help myself, and all the breath leaves my lungs.
It’s Lucas. It’s fucking Lucas and he’s in here too, and his golden gaze meets mine, and instantly it feels as if all the tension in the room is concentrated in the air between us. A crackling energy that makes my whole body tense.
“Eyes on the fucking ground, sub,” Tate growls in warning.
I tear my gaze from Lucas’s, staring at the floor instead, my heartbeat racing out of control. Why is Lucas here? Tate must have asked him to be, but why? Does Tate know about my feelings for him?
Imagine yourself coming around Lucas’s cock…
Tate’s voice whispers in my head, and suddenly I can’t breathe, my face hot, the throb between my thighs intensifying. I can imagine it. I can imagine it all too clearly. Oh God, this is going to be too much for me, I just know it.
“Master Lucas will be joining us,” Tate says, his voice closer as he comes over to the armchair that I’m kneeling in front of. “You will obey him as you obey me.” He’s standing in front of me. I can see the polished black leather of his shoes. “You want to safe word, sub?”
