Page 3 of Accepted Precedent
“Tame me?” I nervously laugh. “Like I’m some sort of tiger in a wildlife documentary?”
“He could, and you’d love every second of it,” Andrew chuckles darkly. Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he closes the distance and brings my lips to his. I’m unsure what I expected kissing my best friend, but it certainly wasn’t this. It’s warm and sweet, and I can’t help melting into him. Pretending to be in love won’t be as difficult as I thought.
Is this really happening? Do they really want a night of no-strings-attached fun?
Mickey presses closer. “You spend your days being in charge, taking on the world. For one night, let someone else lead.” His voice is low and gravelly, and an involuntary whimper escapes me. He slides his hand to the front of my throat and forces me to break my kiss with Andrew, his sinfully beautiful eyes pinning me with a heated gaze. “Are you going to be my good girl and do as I say tonight?”
“Maybe,” I taunt, struggling to hide my smile. “But I’m not calling you Daddy.”
“Are you sure about that?” Mick moves his hand higher to grip my jaw, and crashes his lips to mine. Unlike Andrew’s softness,it’s rough and full of fire as he demands entry I willingly grant him. As his tongue sweeps across mine, there’s a hint of whiskey and something smoky—like he had a cigar hours ago. In this single kiss, he owns me, and I hate to admit, it’s easily one of the best kisses of my life.
He pulls back abruptly, and I can’t help thinking I did something wrong. Guilt slithers into my soul. These are my friends, and we’ve all been drinking. Except, I am clear-headed, only feeling a little buzz. I can’t blame the gin. I’m a selfish woman for letting this get out of hand.
This was a mistake.
As I’m about to apologize, Andrew tosses a hundred dollars onto the bar. Mickey takes my hand and leads me outside, not saying a word. We didn’t order a rideshare, and there are rarely cabs in this part of town. We continue walking down the street to where he likely parked his car, Andrew hot on our heels.
“Mick, you can’t drive,” I insist. “You’re drunk.”
“Hardly. I had two-fingers, and you had two gin and tonics—which for both of us is basically the equivalent of drinking water. Andrew was sipping his first beer of the night. None of us are drunk.”
As we approach his SUV that easily costs as much as a down payment of a small house, he leans in to tell Andrew something I can’t hear. I have a million questions but can’t seem to voice any of them.
“I’m driving,” Andrew announces, and Mick tosses him the keys.
I reach for the front door handle, but Mickey swats my hand away. “You’re in the back seat with me, angel.”
While he’s always called me that, it’s never affected me until now. Today, there’s something delicious and mysterious about it. He opens the back door for me, and I slide in, sealing our fate for the evening. Once we do this, there’s no coming back from it—and I can only hope our friendship can survive it.
Chapter 2
Mickey
“We need rules for this to work. First rule: tomorrow, we go back to being friends. Andrew and I love you too much to lose you. You wanted a one-night stand, but I can guarantee none of the men in that bar can satisfy you the way we could.”
Evelyn blushes but her eyes are wild—full of intrigue. The past few years, we’ve had our moments of flirtatious banter. We’ve never blurred lines, but she challenges me, which I’ve always respected and loved about her. She’s the perfect woman, and no man she’s dated or fucked is worthy of her. Andrew and I have watched countless men try and fail miserably. While I said it in jest when I suggested I could tame her, there was truth to my words, and I want to worship Evie the way she deserves.
“Rule two: we have safe words. Anyone says it, we stop. Immediately. That isn’t up for negotiation. I want you to feel safe with me, but it’s a two—or technically three—way street here. Itrust you and Andrew, but I’m not immune to someone crossing over a line, even if it’s unintentional.”
“Third rule,” Andrew adds, with an undeniable smile in his voice, though there is still a slight nervousness in his tone. “We’re honest. You admitted to me that you’ve faked orgasms before with other men. If something isn’t working, you tell us. Same goes for Mick and me. Everyone comes tonight, no matter what.”
“And if you can’t make me come?” Evelyn asks curiously.
I tamp down my excitement at her taunt. “Rule four… take off your pants.”
“Excuse me,Sir, but you expect me to?—”
“Let’s try that again. It’s not ‘Sir,’ it’s ‘Daddy,’ and we expect you to let us take care of you tonight.” She pins me with a glare, and my cock swells at the sight. “Are you in, angel?”
“Only if you promise nothing changes tomorrow.”
“Nothing changes,” Andrew confirms.
I take Evie’s hand and bring her knuckles to my lips, echoing, “Nothing changes.”
“Then… I’m in.”
Andrew’s eyes meet mine through the rearview mirror. “Hey Mick, what was rule number four again?”
