Page 30 of Playing By Their Rules

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Maisie

I know he was kidding about the handcuffs, paddles, and butt plugs.

Am I a freak if I wouldn’t be all that bothered by those things, though?

Probably. But I’m in the company of two other freaks as Ethan drives us through downtown San Esteban.

This is terrifying. Terrifying and arousing all at once.

“Are we going to a hotel again?” I ask.

“No,” Ethan says. “We’re taking you to one of our apartments. Probably Chance’s, because he has all the good toys.”

“Toys?” I’m once again picturing those handcuffs, paddles, and butt plugs.

Neither of them say anything, then Chance says, “For tonight, we’ll go easy on the toys. I just want it to be us this time, for our first time together.”

I’m relieved he’s not saying for my first time, that the focus is our first time. While I recognize I’m a virgin, I don’t want it to be the theme of the evening.

We pull into a parking garage. The guys are silent as we ride an elevator up into the building, but they never lose contact with me. Ethan holds my hand, Chance has his on the nape of my neck, lightly gripping me. I freaking love it. I feel controlled, yet treasured. More of this, please.

When we reach a door, Chance gets out his keys to unlock it. “Welcome to my place. If you don’t like it, we can go to Ethan’s—it’s one floor up.”

I step inside. More than anything, I’m struck by how adult this apartment is. It isn’t a billionaire’s penthouse; in fact, I don’t think it’s much larger than Mina’s and my apartment. My place is nice and everything, but the furniture is mismatched. Everything Mina and I have was either thrifted or purchased on sale from a discounted furniture store. Chance’s place is full of teal and gray tones and it looks as if it was bought with thought and purpose behind it. The open floor plan means I can see the kitchen and living area in one glance. Everything is pristine and shiny.

“Is it okay?” he asks. “We could go to Ethan’s—”

“Spoiler alert, mine looks the same except the colors are more brown and blue than green and gray,” Ethan says.

“It’s great,” I say.

Chance seems pleased as he moves to the kitchen and opens a cupboard above the fridge. “Do you want anything to drink, baby girl?”

“No. Thank you.” I shake my head. My nerves are starting to act up, tangling my thoughts.

Ethan takes my hand in his and kisses my palm, the day-old whiskers on his cheeks and chin lightly scratchy. Chance abandons thoughts of drinks to return to my side.

“You’re sure you want both of us,” Chance says, his hands warm on my shoulders.

I nod. “I do. I can’t pick between you, and I don’t want to. I want you both here.”

“Then let’s get in bed, angel.”

Ethan, still holding my hand, starts walking to an open doorway off of the living room. I follow along, nerves jangling, my ass hurting from the spanking he gave me earlier.

The room is lit by a single lamp next to the bedside. The bed looks huge compared to the twin I’m currently using at home. What is that, a king? A Cal king?

“Hey, baby girl,” Chance says, nudging my shoulder with his.

I realizing I’ve been staring at the bed like some naive virgin bride, and I blink my gaze away to look at him instead.

“Do you want this?” Chance’s dark brown eyes look almost black in the dim light. The whiskers on his face give him an even more rugged appearance, but the tenderness in those dark eyes is immense.

“Yes,” I say on a breath. I want this. Oh, how I want this.

He eases down the zipper at the back of my dress while Ethan moves to the front of me, taking Chance’s place in my focus.

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