Page 57 of Lasso Lovebirds

Oh.I could just come from listening to her voice and the way she talked to us. The gentle dominance that made me want to get on my knees and beg for more.

“Do we need to pause and talk?” Beau asked. “I know we know most of each other’s kinks, but . . .”

Pris swallowed hard and nodded, taking a step back. “That’s a good idea.”

“Damn,” I whined, but they were probably right. We had been building up to this moment for so long, but communication was always important. “I will do whatever you want me to.”

Pris wrinkled her nose. “Notwhatever, I’m sure.”

“You’d be surprised,” I said, making Beau chuckle.

“I think we should take it slow,” Pris said. “I think we should feel it out together. I’ll tell Beau what to do, with his consent, and we’ll go from there. I like the idea of using some rope, too.”

“Me too,” he said. “I like the idea of dominating Sky at your command, but then submitting to you.”

Pris nodded. “I like that idea, too.”

“I’ll get the ropes,” he said. “So we have them. I have experience using rope.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen you compete at the rodeo plenty of times.”

“You compete?” I asked in surprise.

He nodded, planting a kiss on the top of my head before heading to a dresser beneath the window in his room. He opened it and pulled out bundles of rope.

“I’m good at lassoing,” he said.

“Oh really?” I asked.

He raised a brow at us, and then let one of the rope bundles drop with practiced ease. My eyes widened as he created a loop, and I yelped as it flew across the bedroom around Pris and I, pulling us together. Pris laughed as the rope tightened and he dragged us toward him, kissing her hard on the mouth and then me.

“I take back my teasing,” I croaked.

Pris smirked. “You’ll get to watch our cowboy show off at the rodeo.”

Beau winked and let the ropes drop, gathering them and placing them on the bed.

“I feel good about all that’s been discussed,” he said.

“I do too,” I agreed.

Pris nodded. “Me too. Okay then.” She clapped her hands together, her eyes dancing with a hint of mischief. “I want you to touch them, Beau. Unbutton their shirt and tease them until they’re making all those pretty sounds.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Beau said.

He tugged me closer, tipping my chin up. I smiled up at him, enjoying his soft chuckle as he leaned down and kissed me hard.

Beau let out a moan, his rough hands sliding across my chest. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing the binder I woreunderneath. It compressed my breasts, flattening them against my chest.

The shirt landed in a heap on the floor, and he carefully lifted my binder away, exposing me completely. My nipples were already hard, and all of the heat between us made my pussy pulse.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “You feel so good, Beau.”

“You feel even better,” he murmured.

His voice was deep, his Southern accent making it rougher. He cupped my breast, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at Pris. She grabbed my chin, forcing me to hold her gaze as he continued to tease me.

“Just like that,” she murmured. “Keep watching me with those stormy eyes. I love it when you look like that.”

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