Page 57 of Yours
Chapter 16
Ryan
I’d always thought I knew what desire felt like.
I’d always thought I knew what submission would feel like.
I was wrong on both counts.
There were no worries about what to do. No second-guessing about what they were expecting. I didn’t have to overthink the situation or try to figure out how macho to be in bed. I didn’t have to do anything but listen to Dare and respond.
That was it.
When sex had always been a performance, there’d never been any time to enjoy it. This was so different I almost couldn’t describe it as sex.
Making love, maybe?
I’d always thought that phrase was for vanilla people who had tender sex filled with emotion, but maybe I hadn’t been looking at it the right way. This was filled with tender touches and flooded with emotion, but as I knelt by Scott and watched Dare strip for us, there was nothing vanilla about it.
I was kneeling by Scott.
He was naked on the bed, erect and so excited I thought his heart would leap out of his chest.
Dare was watching the two of us like we were the most incredible things he’d ever seen.
I’d never had anyone look at me that way. Now I had two. A Dom…maybe Master…and a best friend who was the closest thing I’d ever had to the perfect relationship, but I’d just never seen it. Dare kept asking how we’d never been snatched up before. I had a better question.
How had I missed what had been right in front of my face all that time?
When Dare’s lean body was finally revealed, all we could do was stare. Clothed, his body gave the impression he had broad shoulders but was small. However, looking at him naked, a better description would have been compact and powerful. From his well-defined biceps to the tight abs that led right down to his straining erection, he was strong and sexy.
“Look at my boys.” Every time he said it, shivers went down my spine.
I was his.
Boy.
I’d never defined myself that way even in my fantasies, but from him it was loving and strong. He didn’t think there was a mold I was supposed to fit. He didn’t think submission was weak or wrong. He wanted us on our knees, but no matter what happened, I knew he would respect me in the morning.
Dare might sit on my lap and flirt, but he was powerful and perfect.
He walked toward the bed, graceful and slow, and it gave the impression of curves he didn’t have. But it just made him more beautiful. There was no pretense in him and no hiding who he was or what he wanted. Dare was too confident for that.
I’d never met anyone like him.
As he stood by the bed, he glanced at Scott’s nightstand. “Do you have lube and condoms?”
Shit. How had we not thought about that before?
Luckily, Scott was a better planner than I was. He nodded, still lying on the bed where Dare had put him. “Yes, in the top drawer.”
Dare smiled, but it was wicked. “Good, then I won’t have to punish both of you for getting me so turned on and not being prepared.”
I knew it was a game, but just the images his words were putting in my head sent a shiver through me and my dick jerked.
Dare didn’t miss my reaction as he opened the drawer and put condoms and lube on the top of the nightstand, but he didn’t comment on it. He just turned back to us and studied Scott before nodding to himself. “Where are your ties?”
That was easy to answer.
