Page 29 of His Own Heaven

A girl could get used to being looked at like that.

If only it could last.

When Toby finished drying her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her tightly, his naked body notching against hers in a most enticing way.

“I owe you an apology.”

Lucy frowned, confused. “What for?”

“For being reckless with your safety. Charlie’s right. We should have had that conversation well before we did anything else, but I was just—” He growled low in his throat. He looked annoyed.

“You were just what?”

“I was just so fucking eager to have you that I ignored everything else.” He huffed out a laugh, a disbelieving sound. “I guess I could blame it on being out of practice, but the truth is I was selfish. And I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He pecked her on the lips. “Your safety comes first.”

Lucy smiled, sliding her hands over his chest and around his neck. “Whoever said chivalry is dead has obviously never met you.” She chuckled. “You’re not infallible, Toby, and I’m a big girl, quite capable of accepting my portion of the blame.” When he frowned at her, she added, “You weren’t the only one who was too eager for their own good, and to be completely honest, it wasn’t the most reckless thing I’ve ever done without my clothes on.”

Toby’s frown melted away, a grin taking its place. “I’m guessing there’s a story in that.”

She opened her mouth to say something witty, but warm lips crashed down on hers and she moaned instead, parting her lips and letting herself get carried away—all the way back to the bedroom.

He released her with a hard smack on her arse that made her flesh burn and her clit throb. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

He disappeared through the bedroom door, and she listened to his heavy footfalls as he jogged down the timber stairs. With a quick glance around the room, she realised Charlie wasn’t there either. Where had they disappeared to? What were they doing? And…

“Where are my clothes?” The pile of belongings Charlie had dropped on the floor earlier had magically disappeared. Rubbing her arms to ward off a chill, she walked to the doorway and called out, “Toby? Charlie?”

Charlie’s voice drifted up from downstairs. “We’ll be back in a minute, beautiful. Just make yourself comfortable.”

“Um… okay,” she said to the empty room. Except now that she had the opportunity to look around without the distraction of two huge, sexy men sucking up all her brainpower, she saw the room wasn’t all that empty, and it wasn’t exactly a room.

Toby’s bedroom, like everything else about the man, was bigger than most. It was more appropriate to call it a suite with its large en suite bathroom, the huge bed, a tall dresser, and a wide bay window with a built in seat big enough for two.

An intricate bonsai tree in a beautiful red pot was the only splash of colour in the otherwise grey and white room. It sat in the centre of the coffee table in front of the window seat, beside a pile of gardening books stacked neatly and organised by size.

In fact, besides the sex-rumpled bed, everything was neat and tidy and in its place. Even the dark timber floorboards looked squeaky clean. And it reminded her of home. Was this what her house looked like to outsiders? Not just tidy but almost… sterile? She’d almost say it was devoid of character, until she rememberedthe wall.

Spotting the riding crop on the floor, Lucy picked it up and returned it to its home amongst the rest of Toby’s collection, then stood back and tried to take it all in. There were so many different whips and floggers, paddles made from leather, wood, and a particularly nasty one made from metal. Handcuffs and leather restraints, ball gags, leg spreaders, and canes of various thickness all lined up in neat rows like kinky soldiers on parade.

And all of it made her imagination soar and her thighs clench around an empty pussy. Well, all except that metal paddle. That thing was the stuff of nightmares.

“Here we go.”

Toby walked through the door, gloriously naked, carrying a platter of food. Charlie, who was completely dressed, followed him in with a tea tray and set it down on the coffee table.

“There’s only two cups?”

“I’m off to bed,” Charlie said with an apologetic smile. “I have a lot of work to do this weekend and need my beauty sleep.” He kissed Lucy’s cheek and took her hands in his, giving them a tiny squeeze. “Thanks for tonight, beautiful. I had a lot of fun.” Then he looked at his brother. “See you for breakfast?”

“You better,” Toby said, pouring tea. “You’re cooking.”

Charlie laughed, then left the room, and Lucy suddenly felt very… exposed.

It wasn’t so bad with Charlie there to act as a buffer against the quiet intensity of Toby—that was why she’d agreed to let him join them in the first place, why she’d asked him to stay—but without him, her nerves slowly worked themselves into a frenzy until her hands fidgeted by her sides and she gnawed on her bottom lip.

It wasn’t until he spoke that she realised she was still staring at the empty doorway, wondering if it was too late to drag Charlie back into the room and hide behind him.

“Come and sit with me.”

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