Page 54 of The Reluctant Siren
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he admitted. “Are youwilling to risk your jeans? It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”
“I thought you said you didn’t fuck her.” Jensen’s voicesounded deadly from the door. He stood there, Niall’s kit in his hand and hiseyes on her chest. She still wore her bra, but he was definitely looking at herbreasts.
Maybe she could get them to fight. Maybe she could watchthem try to kill each other and that would make her briefly feel better knowingthey were as miserable as she was.
But a freaking orgasm would be better. The universe wasgiving her a whacked-out gift and that was time to fuck these two men out ofher system so when she got back to the real world she wouldn’t have to thinkabout either of them again.
She could move on. Whatever that looked like.
“I didn’t, but I did get her naked.” Niall frowned hisfriend’s way. “Have you ever been in a real club? One that isn’t run by assholecriminals?”
“He has not,” she replied and because she believed Niall,her hands went to the waist of her jeans and she shoved them off her hips andtossed them to the side. “He wouldn’t know a real club if it bit him in theass.”
She wanted his attention on her and not his jealousy. He hadno right to be jealous.
“Baby, you are pushing me so hard.” Jensen tossed the kit onthe bed and moved in behind her. His hand twisted the back clasp of her bra,and she felt cool air hit her breasts. He pulled off her undies, too, beforespeaking again. “If this is going to work, we need ground rules.”
“We don’t need shit,” she shot back. “I’m not followingrules.”
“He wasn’t talking to you,” Niall replied. “He was talkingto me, and he’s right. I have more experience as a Dom, but you’re probablymore dominant in nature than I am. I prefer to indulge her.”
“We can’t indulge her tonight,” Jensen argued. “She won’ttake it from either of us. You teach me the finer points of this whole thingand I’ll share her with you. For now.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Asshole. She wouldhave a lot to say if they were actually trying to make this work. Which she wasnot. She meant what she said. The minute it was safe she was out of here.
She might be out of Dallas altogether because while sheloved her dad it was getting hard to live close to him.
She had this time and then she would be gone. So it didn’tmatter what he meant.
“What she needs now is a spanking. I’m going to assumeyou’ve disciplined her before,” Niall said, his voice tight. “I think she needsto be over your lap and then she needs a hard fucking and some sleep. Harlow,if you do this with us, you sleep with us. That’s my only rule.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” Jensen protested.
Niall sent his friend a dark look. “Then you can sleepalone, but if I’m fucking her and taking care of her needs, she’s sleeping withme. If not, I’ll walk and we can spend the next couple of weeks sniping at eachother with no real prospect for relief.”
He was forgetting something. “I think Jensen will fuck meand he won’t give a damn that I’m not his cuddle bug.”
Jensen moved to stand beside him, arms crossing over hischest. “We’ll sleep in here. The bed’s big enough. It’s for security, too.”
“Hey, I didn’t agree to this.” But she was the one who wasnaked, and was she walking out on them when her skin suddenly felt electric?
“Then go to your room,” Jensen replied. “Or you can pullsome nasty shit that forces me to take you to that chair, slap your ass silly,and then we’ll tie you up and take turns because I’m going to assume in all theno sex in the last two years, you haven’t been playing around with your ownasshole.”
She snorted. When had he gotten all forthright about sex?“No, I have not been plugging my own asshole in the hopes that someday I wouldget two guys. I was kind of trying to avoid it.”
“Sure you were,” Niall countered.
She didn’t like them working together. They were fuckingcalm when she was a storm of anxiety and rage and fear. And they were standingthere like this was some kind of date.
“Fuck you both,” she said and started for the door, knowingexactly what Jensen would do.
A big arm went around her waist and she found herselfdragged to the small chair in the corner of the room. There was a bookshelfbeside it, but she didn’t get a chance to look at it before Jensen had her overhis lap and the first crack of his hand hit her naked flesh.
Pain flared through her. It hit like a runaway locomotivestopping and focusing her.
She needed this. She could fucking breathe now. “Again.”
His hand came down without hesitation. “You know it kind offeels like I’m not the one in charge.”
