Page 138 of Indulge
“No, I did not. I just came hard.”
Reggie chuckles, lying down on my other side. His hand slips between my thighs.
“You squirted, baby.”
“Oh, wow. That’s, umm.”
I squeeze my legs closed and Reggie growls. He cups my face, forcing me to look at him.
“That means that we did our job properly. You came hard. You squirted. To us, that’s one hell of a compliment. Don’t be embarrassed, and don’t you dare close your legs on me like that,” he tells me in a low tone.
“B-but, it was all over his face.”
Rowan laughs and spins me to face him.
“Baby, I’ll eat you out three-hundred and sixty-five days a year and not even take a day off for Christmas. You can squirt all over my face every damn day. In fact, please do. I need it.”
He presses his lips to mine so I can taste myself.
Reggie is now spooning me, his hand tight around my waist as I lift my leg over Rowan.
“You two are perfect, you know that, right?”
Rowan chews on his lip.
“We’re far from that. But we can try to be, for you.”
Reggie presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder. I snuggle between them and relax.
For years I was just a toy for a man to use. To share with his friends.
I thought that was love. Doing anything to make the other person happy. Pleasing him and sacrificing myself.
It was never about love. It was about his sick need to humiliate me. Keeping me tethered to him with the threat of outing me.
That I was a whore for doing what he pressured me to do.
It wasn’t cheating if he dragged me with him.
It wasn’t cheating if his friend fucked me too.
It was never about me. Not how I felt. What I needed. Always about him.
And I’d do anything to keep him happy, thinking that if I lost him, I couldn’t survive.
He ruined me, and he enjoyed every single second.
But what I have with Reggie and Rowan—that’s completely different. For the first time in my life I feel safe.
They respect me. This isn’t for them. It’s all about me. No judgement. No humiliation. Just pleasure at the hands of two men that cherish and respect me.
I was wrong before about what I thought love was.
It isn’t about sacrificing who you are to make the other person happy. It’s about being loved for exactly who you are in that moment.
I look up at Rowan and cup his cheek.
“Let’s do that again. But this time, I want you both in cowboy hats.”
