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“We need you to tell us this is okay,” Clyde says from Remy’s side.
I bite my lip and look at the ceiling for a moment. The fear of them walking out tomorrow is real. Taking a deep breath, I drop my eyes to Clyde, then Wilder, then Remy. Fortifying myself, I let down my walls, showing them all my insecurities, fears, and worries.
“I need you to stay.” My voice is soft, but laced with so much pain that there’s no way they can’t hear it. “Ineedyou to stay… after. I can’t—” My throat tightens, and I blink away my frustration with my failing voice. I don’t want to be weak, but around them, I am.
They’re quiet as they watch Wilder continue to undo the buttons, and once he’s finished, he doesn’t open my shirt, leaving the edges laying only slightly parted. Leaning forward, his hands surround my head, and he brings his face close to mine. With a tilt of his head, he lets his nose graze mine before giving me one of the softest, most precious kisses I’ve ever experienced. His lips move over mine slowly, kissing just at the side of my mouth where my lips crease, then another one between my eyebrows where my skin is bunched with anxious worry.
When he stops his rounds of soft kisses on my face, Wilder presses his cheek to mine and breathes in slowly. “We won’t fuck this up, Bets.”
I inhale sharply through my nose and look them over. Instead of answering him with a yes, I ask a question. “What’s your plan here?”
“I think that’s obvious, Country. But if you need clarification, we want to show you just how much we need you, and how much you want us,” Clyde says, moving closer to my side. His knee hits the bed and I feel my body start to roll toward him. There’s no stopping it because they still have me fucking roped up.
“We’re going to make you come.” Wilder’s statement has me dropping my jaw, opening in shock. “And if you keep your mouth hangin’ open like that, someone might just give you somethin’ to fill it.”
“Wilder, Iknowyou’ve learned not to talk to a lady like that.” His grin is filled with so much promise as he rests a hand over my lower stomach, then slides it up, opening my shirt and baringmy body to all three of them. My eyes run down his body, then widen when he presses his lower body against mine, letting me know that he’s more than turned on. I lift a brow at him. “Think you’ll be able to use that thing? You took a pretty hard kick not too long ago.”
Laughing, he tugs my shirt off, pushing the material up to my forearms while leaving my bra in place, then shifts his body down to my legs to work on the button and zipper of my jeans. “My boys can work through the pain.”
Then, as he tugs my pants lower, he realizes they aren’t going anywhere with the lasso keeping them pinned in place. I hold my bound hands out to him and silently ask him to remove them.
“Here,” Remy says, handing Clyde a pair of scissors. Wilder works at the knots around my legs, loosening the rope until my feet are free. I lift my hips to help him get my pants down further, then kick my feet to shove my boots and pants off.
I shiver when the chilled blade of the scissors slide between my breasts and Clyde snips the small amount of cloth joining the cups together. As soon as it breaks free, I’m freed, nipples pointed and painfully hard. Clyde has a small smile when he flips the scissors around to run the handle over one of the beaded tips, making me jump.
“Tell us we can touch you, Country,” he says, eyes jerking up to mine.
Remy reaches out for me, his fingers running through the loose strands at my temple. “Please, Bets.”
Swallowing deeply, I nod once. “You can touch me.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Betsy
Remy fists the rope that’s binding my hands, pulling my arms up and taut above my head. My fingers grip the rails of my headboard and I look to in him confusion.
“What—”
His fingertips run along the skin of my arms, distracting me. When Wilder tugs at the band of my panties, I drop my chin to my chest to watch him. Clyde’s fingers slide under my chin to tilt my head back up, turning it toward Remy, who’s dropping his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply as a way to distract me from what Wilder is doing.
His tongue moves alongside mine, frantically fucking my mouth as I barely register my panties slipping from my feet. I gasp when I feel my thighs parted wide, hands pushing my knees apart and up to my chest, exposing me for their perusal. I suck in a shuddering breath, but Remy cups my cheek to keep me focused on him as he drives his tongue into my mouth over and over again.
I feel Wilder press a kiss to the crease where my leg meets my hip, right next to my pussy, then his hot breath over my saturated lips. Clyde grabs the discarded end of the rope andunwinds it from my body with the exception of my arms and wrists, then starts tying it to my headboard to keep them in place.
As Remy continues to kiss me, I look toward Clyde and stop breathing when he winks as he jerks the knot tight. “Don’t want you runnin’ or your hands flying to incapacitate us.”
Remy pulls back and grins at him. “Think we ought to worry ‘bout those knees instead of her fists.”
Wilder’s answer is to chuckle and grip my knees hard, holding them to the bed before he drops down, swiping his tongue roughly up my center. I cry out, Remy swallowing my sounds with another kiss.
Lashing his tongue against my clit, Wilder sucks hard, causing me to buck my hips against his mouth, overtaken by how powerful the feel is.
“Stay put, Country,” Clyde whispers, pushing his hand against my lower stomach to hold me down to the bed. His palm is rough from work, calloused and scratching against my soft skin, making me shiver.
Licking and sucking at my clit, Wilder attacks my pussy, driving me fast toward a peak I’m not sure I want to fall over. It’s terrifying to feel this out of control, letting them drive me over the edge without being able to slow it down. My hands try to jerk down to grab hold of him, but Clyde’s knots stop me.
“See?” he asks, teasing me. “Need to keep you handled to protect ourselves from bodily injury.”
