Page 7 of When We Breathe
And they’re making sure I’m comfortable. That I feel safe. And for a girl like me, there’s no greater turn-on.
“Alex,” Gabe whispers against my neck. “Adam asked you a question.”
I swallow again and blink my eyes open, trying to think. “What was the question?”
Adam chuckles behind me, sending shivers skittering over me.
“Hard limits. What are they, Alex?”
“Uh…” I blink some more, thinking. “No restraining.”
Never fucking again.
“You don’t want to be tied up?” Adam asks.
“No.”
“Done.” Gabe nibbles on my chin. “What else?”
“Do you have any pets?”
They both pause, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on the kitchen counter and both men are in front of me, all of their attention on me.
“We wouldnever—” Gabe begins, but I shake my head.
“No, notthat.Ew. But …doyou have any pets?”
“No.” Adam drags his fingertip down my cheek, and it makes my nipples tighten. “No pets here. Are you allergic?”
I lick my lips and shrug. “Something like that.”
I’m terrified of animals, and I will lose my shit if a golden retriever comes sauntering into this room right now.
“So no restraining you, and no randomly adopting a cat.” Gabe nods. “No problem.”
“Is there anything else we need to know?” Adam asks, his voice tender.
“I don’t think so.”
“Have you ever had anal sex, sweetheart?” Gabe asks as he leans in to plant a kiss on the ball of my shoulder. Their hands are moving again, and my nipples have puckered, my core tightened.
“N-no,” I say and bite my lip when Adam’s hand glides under my skirt and up my thigh.
Thank God for that everything shower earlier.
“Then we won’t do that tonight,” Adam says in my ear. “Now, be our good girl and let Gabe carry you to our bedroom.”
I let out a little yelp when Gabe lifts me again and easily carries me up some stairs and back to a large primary suite. The bedroom is masculine, with white walls and dark furniture. The linens on the king-sized bed are blue and so soft, I can’t wait to feel them against my skin.
There are no coverings on the windows.
“Uh, do you have neighbors?” I ask, pointing at the windows.
“She’s not an exhibitionist,” Gabe tells Alex, then turns back to me. “No, baby. Those windows face the mountains. Don’t worry, we wouldn’t let anyone else see this gorgeous body.”
He sets me on my feet, and Adam says in a hard, stern voice, “Get naked. Both of you.”
Gabe winks, reaches over his shoulder, and pulls his shirt off, revealing so much golden skin, some ink on his shoulder and chest, and abs that make my vagina do the tango.
