Page 23 of Binding Their Hearts

Henry lifted Jay with a hand under his chin and swiped a fading ice chip against her mouth. As Jay kissed her, their tongues twining, Henry pushed forward in the chair. “You have more methods than your mouth, my boy.”

Jay hissed and shuddered, his teeth catching her lip. Three guesses where Henry’s icy hand had gone, and her first two didn’t count.

“Alice wants the more that you have to give her.” Henry flexed his thighs, his own more driving up against her ass through his suit. “All of it. Now.”

Kneeling in front of them, Jay sank into her in a single thrust. Their kiss swallowed the moans. Henry held the rope taut at her back, his other hand working purposefully against her clit as Jay fucked her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t help him, her movements controlled by theirs until she shook with white-hot delight. Jay followed in half a heartbeat.

When her ears stopped ringing, she lay in a sweaty, frizzy-haired heap atop Henry with Jay gusting air against her neck. Aftershocks twitched through her. Henry tugged something behind her back, and the rope loosened. Her arms sagged. He carefully unpretzeled her, massaging her palms as he wrapped their arms around Jay. “A pleasurable game, my darlings?”

“Amazing game.” She practically moaned her answer.

Jay nodded his agreement. “S’best.” Lifting his head from her chest, he blinked wide eyes filled with subby post-orgasm haze. “I’d play that again.”

Henry captured the back of Jay’s neck in one broad hand. “Perhaps next time you might be our game board.”

He kissed Jay with her pressed between, his rumbling growl vibrating in his chest. The end came as a slow tease, Henry backing off only to kiss him again. Finally he released Jay’s neck and swept the hair back from his face.

“All right. We ought to pause for dinner. Cleanup first, and then you’ll both be at leisure if you’d like to help me finish cooking.” He traced Jay’s collarbone. “But clothes will stay off. Both of you.”

Jay carried the hand towel and the leftover ice to the sink. A pair of snub-nose scissors lay on the table. A funny extra bit of metal guarded the end.

“For emergencies?” She sat up slightly, not ceding her space in Henry’s lap but giving him just enough room to unloop what he’d looped before.

“Precisely. We must be cautious with rope play.” His unwinding mimicked an embrace, his arms crossing in front of her. “Not too long a time in any one position, and careful placement. Muscle spasms can be highly unpleasant—”

“Highly.” Her back tensed in remembered pain. The night she’d safeworded at the cabin wasn’t one she wanted to repeat—being on the injured reserve sucked even when she had a wonderful show to watch.

He kissed her cheek. “And nerve damage can be permanent in extreme cases of ignorance or neglect.”

Which he would never let happen. He’d been repeating knots and tying his ankles together nearly every night for weeks. “Definitely wouldn’t want that.”

“Certainly not.” Twisting behind her, he laid the rope on the table in a neat bundle as he hummed agreement. “But you would consider rope play an effective palate cleanser for the stresses of the day?”

“It’s even better than I thought it would be.” Odd, how such a little bit of material could make such an enormous mental shift. She rolled her shoulders and extended her arms in front of her, visions of long levers and offset fulcrums dancing in her mind’s eye before Henry matched her pose, squeezing her arms in tiny moves all the way to her fingertips. Having him take care of her after the petty annoyances at work made her loose and limp and weekend ready. “It was exactly what I needed.”

“Even the ice?” Sly amusement invaded his voice.

She sighed with faux grumpiness. “Even the ice.”

He wrapped his arms around her, enclosing her breasts in his heat. “I’m delighted.”

Jay knelt before them, bearing a wet washcloth. “Thought you might want this.”

“Because you are wonderfully thoughtful and provide excellent service.” Henry cradled Jay’s face. “Thank you, Jay.”

Henry bathed them both in silence, making a wordless ritual of his care and attention. When he finished, he asked Jay to take the rope and the scissors to the bedroom. “Atop the dresser will be fine for now.”

Jay took them with a flourish and a bow, then strode naked down the hallway. He hadn’t flinched tonight—not from Henry tying her up, not from her shrieking at the cold ice, and not from fucking her while she was bound. None of it had triggered him this time. That was some fucking fantastic progress.

A happy buzz flowed through her veins. Workdays could suck. All she needed was evenings with her men, the three of them satisfied and whole together. Bossing at work was utterly disconnected from any measurable outcome. At home, she could recognize her impact immediately. Hear it in Henry’s playful tones. See it in Jay’s boneless relaxation.

Henry let out a low sigh. His gaze followed Jay, hungrily tracking every step and bounce. “You and Jay are exactly what I needed as well.”

He’d had a lousy day, too. But he’d taken control rather than giving it up. She settled back into his lap, warm and subby and content as a cat in the cream. No sense getting up until Jay returned. Then they could restart dinner. As she nestled closer, Henry’s cock thumped her ass.

“You could take him.” The him in question disappeared into the bedroom on his task. “Bent over the table.” Her men’s strong thighs locked together, both of them straining as Henry thrust? Mmm, yeah. If her rope play had been the appetizer, that could be their main course. “Telling him who owns him.”

With a growl, Henry kissed her forcefully enough to bend her half out of his lap. “After dinner and a deluge of praise. As a reward for his service.”

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