Page 49 of Brooke's Bliss
Both their hands came off her like the well-trained Domsthey were.Even though they hadn’t gone over their limits or set hard rules,she knew she could trust them.
It was herself she didn’t trust, but that didn’t mean athing right now.What mattered was what they’d gone through.
What Shane had done for his brother.
Sometimes words failed and all a person had was touch.Shestood and she saw Shane’s face fall as though he thought she was rejectingthem.
She moved to him, putting her hands on both his shouldersand then lowering herself onto his lap so she was straddling him.
His expression relaxed, and his hands found her hips.“You’re not disgusted by my childhood.”
“By how you were treated?Absolutely.”She studied him for amoment.He looked a lot like his brother, but there were stark lines in hisface that seemed softer on Bay.Like life had carved him up in a way it hadn’tBay.She ran her hands over his hair and watched him.She couldn’t imagine howsweet he would have looked as a child, how vulnerable.How he’d been forced togrow up quickly, and even at a young age he’d made choices to sacrifice for thebrother he loved.He was a good man.She leaned over and kissed him, bringingtheir mouths together in the connection she didn’t even know she’d been lookingfor.
This time it wasn’t lust that moved her body.It wassomething more, something infinitely dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Tell me you came here for this,” she whispered on his lipsbefore running her tongue there.
He shuddered under her, fingers tightening on her hips, andshe could feel his cock come to life.“We came here for you.We wanted to makesure you got dinner and had company if you wanted.”
“And we came here for this.”Bay pushed back her hair andkissed the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.“We came becausewe can’t stay away now that we’ve had you, now that we know how fucking rightthis feels.Shane was nervous about telling you how we grew up.I told him youwould never think less of him.I told him I was the one who should be worried.I was his older brother.”
This was the way to talk.With their hands on her, withknowledge that they were together and connected, at least for now.For now shewasn’t alone.She wasn’t fighting some good fight she couldn’t win.She wasriding a wave of feeling, and they were right there with her.
She didn’t have to think about the future, but she had somethings to say about their past.“You were a kid, too.Did you ignore what yourmom did?”
“He fought for me.He put himself on the line for me,” Shaneconfessed as he ran his hands under her shirt.“When he was old enough, heexplained to her that if she kept hitting me, he would act out.He would doterrible things, and everyone would know what an awful mother she was.Notbecause she hit me.Not because she couldn’t love me.”
“I told her I’d make sure I got myself arrested.I woulddrink and steal and do whatever I could to make her look as bad as possible.Itold her I would make shit up.”He licked the shell of her ear.“She believedme.Up until then I was her shining light, and my only rebellion was to sharemy room with my brother.”
They had protected each other even when they were kids.
What would they do for a lover?Would they let a lover intotheir secret world, or would she just be a distraction for a time?
In that moment, it didn’t matter.“I want you to play withme.I want to know what it means to be yours.”
Bay’s hand twisted in her hair, sending a thrill along herspine and straight to her pussy.“You want us to top you.You want a couple ofhours where you don’t have to think about anything but what we can do to yourbody?”
She was worried it was way more than her body that wasengaged.“Yes.”
Shane grinned.“Now you’ve done it.”
Bay picked her up.He hauled her right out of his brother’sarms and lifted her up in the air.She gasped as he clutched her to his chest.“Then we should take this to the main stage.”
* * * *
Shane watched as his brother carried Brooke up thestairs.
He liked this theater, though it could use some work.Mostlycosmetic, but there were a couple of places where he could make things saferthan they were.
What didn’t need any work at all was Brooke Harper.She wasstunning, but then she always took his breath away.
They’d set the stage.Apparently they were in earlyrehearsals since there wasn’t a bunch of set pieces on the stage.Just a bunchof tape.Blocking.He thought that was what they called it.Blockingrehearsals.No matter what the technical term, it gave them a lot of space towork with.There was a desk backstage that moved easily because it was onwheels.It was exactly the right height.He pulled it along and placed itcenter stage, where the light would hit her perfectly.He took the kit from hisbrother.
“Take off your clothes.”Bay stepped back and frowned.“Iwant to see her tied up.I didn’t bring much more than a basic kit because wewere going to be good boys tonight.I don’t have any rope.We spent theafternoon making sure her room was ready instead of prepping our kits.”
They’d only made sure to bring one specific toy.One thatwould prepare her for what they all wanted.
That had been a mistake because Brooke seemed to like theirbad-boy sides.They’d been so busy trying to make things perfect for her thatthey’d forgotten to be prepared.Luckily he rather thought this place would bea treasure trove.“Where are the props, Brooke?And will Cleo be pissed if shefinds out how we’re using her props?”
