Chapter 21
BOY SCOUTS ARE PROFESSIONAL ROPE TYER’S
ABBY
I’ve always considered myself to be a playful, easy-going person. I do need some structure in my life, a schedule to maintain some routine, but if it’s too strict or rigid, I burn out easily.
I’ll still commit myself to certain things, regretting it later when I feel like it zaps the joy out of whatever it is I was supposed to do.
In the brief time I’ve known these guys, I’ve noticed there’s a balance between them that they probably need in order to do the kind of work they do.
Major, being the militant one, keeping everyone on track but he probably forgets to have fun unless he’s forced into it.
Jasper is a complete one-eighty from Major, who probably forgets his obligations when he’s having too much fun, and Wade is like a seesaw in between the two of them, going one way or the other depending on who convinces him on which direction to go.
I find myself in that predicament, as my eyes rebound back and forth between Jasper’s bright, playful eyes—a notch more feral than usual—and Major’s dark and serious gaze.
Major’s searing stare makes me feel safe and protected while Jasper’s pulls a curiosity and excitement from me that reminds me I enjoy that easy-going side of myself. The one I haven’t seen much of since my parents died.
Jasper’s confidence rivals that of Iron Man right now and I know, at this very moment, I am no match for this man or this game.
Not only have I never played Guess Who in my entire twenty-seven years of life, I’m actually terrible at guessing games and any type of trivia.
So betting on this, suicide. Complete and utter suicide.
“What did you have in mind?” I reply, because apparently I have a gambling addiction to these three men and I don’t know how to stop.
Jasper leans into me, grazing his lips across the shell of my ear. “Do you trust me, pumpkin?”
He trails the rounded tip of the looped rope down my arm and I’m surprised at how soft it feels. Shivers run through my body, goosebumps forming over every exposed surface area and my breath stalls in my chest.
His tone is sensual and kind, but assertive and demanding all at the same time.
I nod, because I do trust him, even though he’s managed to steal my breath from my body with one question.
“Good. But after everything I have planned for you, you probably shouldn’t.” He nips at my ear and I gasp out a moan. “Follow me.” He threads his fingers through mine and leads me into the garage with Wade and Major in hurried steps behind us.
The sun is just setting, making the expansive space darker than it was earlier.
There are a few deep yellow lights strategically placed above certain areas of the lockers and surrounding storage areas, creating an amber-colored ambience that feels cozy and warm considering we're pretty much in a cement garage.
Jasper walks us toward the large fire truck, the back end cargo door is open, exposing a small cubby area that holds some stacked construction cones, a metal box, and what appears to be electrical panelling tucked inside.
There’s a small ladder bolted to the right side which Jasper heads straight for. Then he stops, grabs my waist, turns me around and guides me up against it.
He makes quick work unwrapping the rope as it splays open then dangles to the floor.
He takes one end and expertly ties a knot around my wrist before tucking the length of it behind and through the steps of the ladder to the opposite side.
The rope falls to my left side and he quickly wraps another knot around my other wrist.
My heart rate is sky high and I can feel the hard pumping of its beat over every inch of my body.
There’s a brief moment where I feel thankful for the slack in the rope, since I can still move my arms. The thick, corded braid spiral rolls side-to-side over the step ladder allowing me to see-saw my arms back and forth.
That is until he places one foot on the flat metal bumper of the back of the truck, reaching above our heads doing some MacGyver move with the excess slack, that instantly yanks my arms over my head, locking them in place.
My head whips up to look at my hands as I attempt to pull on the restraints which don't budge an inch. He tugs slightly on the middle of the rope, testing his design, then tilts his chin down meeting my gaze with a shit-eating grin.
“These won’t leave any marks. Scouts honor.” He holds up three fingers, his smile never fading.
Lowering himself with his body flush against mine, his shirt stays in place exposing his perfectly sculpted abs for the second time today and my mouth quite literally waters at the sight.
My eyes graze over the tight lines of his exposed skin and like a total clichè, because I can’t help myself, I lick my lips, pulling the bottom one between my teeth while my body sucks in a much needed breath.
The familiar woodsy sage scent engulfs me and my body can’t help but respond to not only the compromising position, but the sensual aroma mixed with the watchful eyes of Major and Wade, full of lust and desperation that mirror my own.
Both of them are watching in awe and I can’t tear my eyes away from their stalled expressions.
Wade is wide-eyed with his mouth slightly slacked open, as if he needs it to breathe.
Major’s eyes are squinted, his lustful expression roams over my body and his gaze hovers over my restrained wrists.
It’s like he’s in the midst of his own tortured pain and I don’t miss the bulge behind the tight fabric of his pants.
“You say stop, and this all stops. Do you understand?” Jasper says loud enough for everyone to hear.
I look between all the guys and press my lips together because yeah this is me, never saying stop. I nod in understanding anyway and Jasper grins back at me with contagious excitement.
“Good.” His smile fades into a smirk as he leans into me. “Now keep your eyes open and on them,” Jasper whispers in my ear.
I don’t know if I heard him correctly, so I crane my neck back and turn to look at Jasper but his fingers pinch my chin, angling my face back toward Major and Wade.
“Eyes on them, Abby.” I don’t think he’s ever called me by my name. Hearing him be assertive and less playful has me obeying his every word like the law-abiding citizen I am.
Except my eyelids almost flutter shut and my jaw slacks open when Jasper kisses the sensitive skin between my ear and collarbone. Slowly tracing his lips over the line of my jaw, stopping inches from my lips before doing the same thing on the other side.
His fingers are gently caressing the sides of my torso that are completely exposed since my arms are stuck straight above my head.
One hand strays, his fingertips gently teasing over the exposed skin between the top of my leggings and hem of my tank top.
His hand moves back and forth over my stomach and up the channel in between my breasts, then circles around their shape before moving his fingers back down, sneaking a barely there graze over the peak, making my nipple harden as I suck in a surprised breath.
Naturally, I tilt my chin down to see what he’s doing but his other hand cups around the base of my throat preventing me from moving.
“Eyes. On. Them.” My eyes snap back over to Major and Wade, both holding expressions similar to my own. Lust dripping from their eyes, jaw slacked and scared to blink.
Jasper rolls his hips into mine, as his erection rubs against me and I can’t help but moan.
His body is flush against mine. He begins caressing me with his tongue and fingers under the watchful eyes of two other men and it’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
Jasper's hand is still cupped around my neck as his lips graze over mine and he hovers there for a moment. I don’t change my line of sight, keeping my gaze locked on the two men watching us but I see Jasper in my periphery, his eyes bouncing between my eyes and lips.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.” His whisper is barely audible. “I want you to see how badly they want you.” I nod once.
“Tell me you understand?” he asks, since my nod was barely noticeable due to his hand placement.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Then he leans in, pressing our lips together with a gentle force that I love. His tongue sweeps over mine, and they dance together in a soft slow rhythm.
I’ve never been kissed so passionately before or in such a compromising position, especially while being watched like this and it’s creating a sensation I can’t even begin to describe.
My pulse is racing and it feels like every inch of my body is being doused in gasoline and lit on fire.
As instructed, I keep my eyes open and they’re currently locked on Major’s intense gaze.
The sensation of being kissed by one man while staring into the eyes of another is a sexual high I never knew I needed.
His wanton expression is feeding my own desire and I can’t help but moan again feeling like I want more from all of them.
Wade’s fists clench at his sides and before our Truth or Dare kiss I would have automatically assumed he was pissed off or hated something, but with the way his gaze is trained on me and Jasper, I know he’s just trying to prevent from touching himself.
The thought sends shockwaves to my core and more uncontrollable, embarrassing sounds come from somewhere in the middle of my chest.
Naturally my hips respond, needing friction and when they roll against Jasper’s length, a grunted groan muffles between our lips before he pulls back, pressing his forehead to my chest.
“Fuck, pumpkin.” His grip loosens around my neck as he trails it down my body and places both hands around my hips as if to hold me in place. “You feel too good.”
He presses his lips against the middle of my chest before stepping back, standing in between Major and Wade.
God, they’re a sight.
All three men are a stark contrast physically but they all have that same strong demeanor that commands attention.