Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

He watched her carefully, waiting for an answer, looking afraid that he might have gone too far. She didn’t want him thinking that. She didn’t want either of them wishing they’d never started this with her, or worse yet, reaching the conclusion that she was only a naïve little schoolgirl, playing a game.

She took a deep breath, and let the words come out. “I don’t want anything to cut my skin. I’m afraid of electricity, and I don’t want to be hung upside down. I get dizzy if I bend over to tie my shoelaces. I would love to experience wax play, knife play, impact play, and bondage.”

She swallowed hard, trying to remember all the things she, Marisol, Bonnie, and Leela had talked about over the years. “I have no problems giving or receiving oral sex, and I swallow. I’ve had anal sex a couple of times. Can’t say I enjoyed it but then, he didn’t use lube.”

“That won’t happen with us,” said Trent. “But tell me who did that to you so I can kick his ass.”

Ria laughed, more from nervousness than anything. “I’ll think about telling you one day.”

“No, you don’t get it. If we’re going to do this, it isn’t for play. We’re not pretend Doms. I want to know who did that to you.”

She stared at him because she wasn’t sure how to react to what he’d just said.

“Being a Dom is about more than tying someone up and flogging them,” said Wyatt. “If we do this, we do it right. We protect you and cherish you, as well as help you become the woman you want to be. It’s not a halfway thing for us.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Wyatt grinned. “For starters, you can give us a name.”

“Jim Turner.”

Both men rolled their eyes. It was so adorable to see them each perform the same gesture at the same time, that Ria laughed again. Would their bodies look alike as well? Would their cocks? Did they make love the same way? She didn’t even know how Wyatt kissed. Not yet, at least.

“Unbelievable,” said Wyatt. “Is there anyone in this town that he didn’t hurt?”

“He does get around,” she said. “But he always used a condom.”

“Good to know,” said Wyatt. “Thank you for telling us.”

“What are you going to do to him?” She winced as soon as the words were out of her mouth. That was the old Ria talking, tone of voice and all. “Ugh. Scratch that. I don’t need to know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. The old me would have hounded you until you told me. The new me doesn’t care. I will not gossip.”

“For how long?”

She stared at Trent. “What? I don’t understand the question.”

“For how long won’t you gossip? Tonight? A day? Two? A week? For how long?”

A shiver ran through her body at the challenging, sexy tone in his voice. “Is this a test of some sort?”

“More like a wager.” He cut his gaze toward Wyatt for a split second. “What’s today, Tuesday? Are you working this weekend?”

“I work every weekend.”

“Hmmm…think we can talk Luke into giving you Friday night off? I work the next two nights but I’m off on Friday. And Wyatt works normal hours so he’s off every weekend.”

“You can try asking him. If Alexa is feeling better she’ll pitch in and help. But what’s so special about Friday?”

He brushed his fingers along her arm, and she had to bite her tongue to hold back the moan. “Well, I thought we could start introducing you to BDSM play on Friday night, here with both of us. And, since you’ve once again mentioned how you’re trying to stop gossiping, I thought perhaps we could up the stakes a bit. You stop gossiping for the next three days, and on Friday you get to direct the scene. Anything and everything you want us to do to you and with you, we will do.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she simply stared at him. The images dancing through her head nearly made her come. Was this real, or was he just teasing her to try and get her to stop gossiping?

“Great idea,” said Wyatt, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love it. What do you say? You up for that? Can you handle the challenge?”

She swallowed hard. “What happens if I blow it?”

The look Wyatt gave her, filled with humor and lust, took her breath away. “If you gossip at all in the next three days, we totally direct the scene instead of you. Keeping your limits in mind, of course. You’ll have no say-so in it at all. You’ll have one safeword to stop it for a true emergency, but that’s it.”

“That doesn’t exactly sound terrible, so help me understand why I won’t be tempted to blow this on purpose.”

“Well, trust, for one thing. We’re issuing you a challenge. You want to change, right? So prove it with this short test. Three little days. Don’t gossip.”

She nodded slowly. “I hadn’t thought about it that way.”

“And as for us directing the scene, um…we’re sadists. You don’t want us to have that much control your first time. Trust me on this one.”

Desire raced up and down her spine as they both chuckled softly. She didn’t tell them this, but the thought of them having complete control of her body sent a thrill through her that was beyond any she’d experienced in her wildest fantasies. She could do this. She
would
do this, for them. She would show them that she could be trusted, and that she could change. “All right. Challenge accepted.”

“Excellent.” Wyatt stood. “Now we have to work on getting you off Friday night. Leave that to me and Trent.” He glanced at the clock on the mantle. “And, as much as I’d rather not do so, I’d better get you home. I have to work in the morning.”

She stood. “It’s all right. I understand. And now that I have something to look forward to on Friday, I can handle going home all hot and bothered tonight.”

Trent groaned softly. “You had to say that, didn’t you?” When he stood, Ria’s gaze went straight to his crotch. She wasn’t the only one hot and bothered.

“It’s the truth.”

“Friday,” said Wyatt, gazing at his twin. “She’ll be worth the wait.”

She grinned at each of them in turn. “But if I win the bet, I get to decide if there will be sex on Friday, right?”

Without giving her any clue he was about to do so, Wyatt pulled her close and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and parted her lips, letting his tongue inside to move over hers in ways she’d only dreamed about. He was as good a kisser as Trent. A bit less urgent, but just as skilled, and the same overwhelming desire coursed through her body as it had when Trent had kissed her. The hell with everything, including the damn bet. All she wanted to do at that moment was shed her clothes and beg them both to fuck her silly, until none of them could move.

But he released the kiss and cupped her face, grinning at her like he’d just been told he’d won the lottery. “You were saying something about no sex on Friday?”

Trent groaned again, and Ria opened her mouth but nothing came out. Wyatt’s eyes challenged her, and she couldn’t seem to look away from them. “You are a sadist.”

“Told you. Now let’s get you home, and you can think about what you’d like us to do to you on Friday when you win the bet.”

“You mean if she wins it,” muttered Trent.

“I will win it. You’ll see. I can do this.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the mouth, but it was more than enough to make her horny all over again. “I hope you do,” he said quietly, holding her gaze. “Because I want to spend Friday night making you so hot for us that you can’t think of anything else for at least a month.”

Ria gazed into his eyes, more excited now than she’d been in years. Hell…in her entire life. “I’m already there.” This was really going to happen, because she was going to prove to both of them that she could stop gossiping. She’d prove it to herself, and she’d earn their trust in return. And then she’d make a bunch of fantasies that had been running around in her mind for years come true with the two sexiest men in Racy.

Nothing could ruin the rest of this week for her. Not Luke’s bad mood, or her parents’ reaction to what she’d told them earlier, or the looks that Gina, Kari, and the others had given her at dinner tonight. Life was perfect right now.

Wyatt felt the change in energy Wednesday morning, as soon as he walked into the tiny cluster of offices he shared with Bonnie, Marilyn, and Anthony. Anthony perched on the edge of his desk before Wyatt had a chance to place his briefcase on top of it. “Ned pled guilty to involuntary manslaughter.”

“What?”

“He pled out. He got three years in exchange for info on the people who took Pearl Goodman’s knives.”

Wyatt took a seat. “You mean it wasn’t him?”

“Oh, it was, but he was working for an outfit out of Louisville. Bad dudes he got involved with a few years ago. Seems Ned was down in Kentucky playing poker with them last year and bragged about the knives. They were blackmailing him when he stole them, but then the people who were supposed to buy them from this band of organized thieves backed out of the deal, and they’ve been trying to unload them ever since.”

“Holy shit.”

“It gets worse, I’m afraid.”

Marilyn and Bonnie were there as well now, and all three gave their boss their undivided attention. “Gerry was mixed up in it. That’s why Ria Rodriguez heard Ned tell Gerry he knew he had the money. But Ned won’t say anymore because it goes deeper than the group from Louisville, and he’s afraid for his life. We had to agree to keep his name out of it when we called the Kentucky state cops.”

“The FBI needs to be involved,” said Marilyn. “This crosses state lines.”

Anthony frowned at her. “And, as we discussed last night when Ned took the plea bargain, I agree with you, but that’s not our call. The DA is looking into it now. Ned’s pretty freaked out about these guys, whoever they are.”

“Wow,” said Bonnie. “For Ned to be afraid of them, they must be badass.”

Anthony stood, “Well, at least it’s over for now.”

“So they did find the other knives at Ned’s place?” asked Bonnie.

Wyatt nodded. “They did, along with other stolen property from all over the state.”

“So why is Ned only facing three years?”

“Vicky got several other communities to drop the charges in exchange for giving them the names in the outfit from Louisville,” said Anthony.”

“Our DA made a deal like that?”

Anthony grinned, but the emotion didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t spread that around town. You know how she hates it when people think she’s getting soft.”

“Putting Ned away for longer won’t bring back Gerry,” said Wyatt. “Something else has been bugging me. Has anyone figured out yet why Gerry wasn’t wearing a coat that night? It was barely twenty degrees out.”

Anthony shook his head. “I don’t believe Sean or Harrison were focused on that point, but I do agree with you that it’s odd. Even for a guy who was homeless most of the time, I never saw Gerry without a coat and gloves in cold weather. My guess is he had to leave someplace in a hurry, or was chased out of a building and didn’t have it on.”

“So the case is closed.”

“As far as the police and Vicky are concerned it is. The Louisville bunch aren’t our problem.”

“Until one of them comes looking for Ned,” said Bonnie.

“Or until whoever is backing them comes poking around,” said Marilyn. “That’s why I still feel this is a job for the FBI.”

“I don’t disagree,” said Anthony, “but that’s Vicky’s call. Feel free to discuss it with her, but since you don’t know her as well as we do, let me give you some advice first. Wear armor.”

The others chuckled, but Marilyn didn’t. Wyatt respected Marilyn as an attorney, but she’d never lived in a town this small before. She’d soon find out they did things differently here.

Wyatt spent the rest of the morning catching up on paperwork because he had no pending court appearances for once. He also spent a great deal of time daydreaming about Friday, and remembering what it felt like to kiss Ria.

Around noon, he called Luke and asked him to let Ria off on Friday. After pestering him for the reason, Wyatt finally told him that he and Trent wanted to make her dinner at their condo. It wasn’t a lie. Wyatt could tell from Luke’s tone he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he finally agreed to give her the night off.

“Don’t hurt her.”

“You know we won’t do that.”

“She’s not in the lifestyle.”

Wyatt debated. This wasn’t his confession to tell. “She knows we’re Doms.”

“But she doesn’t really know what that means.”

“We’ll answer any and all questions she has. Did you know she went to bat for you and Rafe with your parents last night? She told us about it at dinner.”

Wyatt counted ten seconds of dead silence and finally asked Luke if he was still there, because he was certain he’d lost the call.

“I’m still here. She did that? Really?”

“Yes, she really did.”

“What did she say to them?”

He gave Luke the short version of what Ria had told him about the conversation with her parents. “She wants to change. She wants to make things right with Marisol. And you know, since you’re her big brother and all, one well-placed word from you might help her with that.”

“You don’t know the history between me, Rafe, and Ria.”

“You’re right. I don’t. I only know what Ria has told us both, and what I’ve heard from each of you. But you know it. And you know whether or not she’s making an honest effort.”

“She hurt all of us, not just me and Rafe.”

“And yet you still let her work for you.”

“She’s my sister.”

“Exactly. And now that she’s trying so hard to make this right, she needs you and Rafe behind her more than ever.”

“All right. I’ll think about it.”

“Please do.” Wyatt ended the call, but he spent the next several minutes pacing the tiny office, punching the air with his fists. Damn, fucking stubborn Rodriguez men. They both were. He knew that about them, but he’d never had a personal stake in this before, so it had never really bothered him. Then again, Luke had known Ria her entire life, so of course his perspective would be different. He’d said his peace to Luke, and that was all he could do at this point. He had to back off and support Ria, not drive a wedge further between her and her brothers.

He picked up his phone again and texted her.