Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Colin
M y attention was divided between the road ahead and Zara huddled snuggly in the backseat. She’d given us a brief explanation about her encounter with her boss and what he wanted from her but paused when Lincoln had insisted we take the conversation somewhere more secure. Her immediate agreement to stay at a safe house outside the city was obviously born of desperation. She probably hadn’t anticipated the two-hour drive but so far, seemed content to trust us about where we were going.
The drive to the safe house was quiet, although the unspoken questions practically crackled in the air. If I had to guess, all of us were holding things back. Beside me, the waves of tension that rolled off Lincoln were like an ocean of silent words filling the space between us. I hated that we seemed to have different priorities, but what I hated even more was that he seemed to feel he couldn’t fight with me over that conflict. All of that led to an atmosphere that had Zara huddling in the backseat, her eyes constantly darting between the landscape and the two of us.
I knew at least I was avoiding talking because I needed to stay focused on getting us somewhere safe. Anything she had to say could possibly trigger me in ways that weren’t conducive to driving. We’d talk when we were safe. Unfortunately, my imagination wasn’t on board with the no distractions plan. It created all sorts of horrible scenarios to explain the bruising and flight from Albania.
I’d thought my PTSD was contained to the few hours a night I tried to sleep, but this situation was dancing across several raw parts of my mind. Using controlled breathing, I was battling back my memories under the hope we would soon be at the safest place I knew. I turned off the highway and down a dirt road most people wouldn’t have noticed.
“Where exactly are you taking me? Creepy murder cabins in the woods have never really been my scene.” Zara’s voice shook as her attempt at humor still betrayed her fear.
I caught her gaze in the rearview mirror and tried to give her a comforting smile. “Someplace safe, so we can make a plan. Relax, remember, we’re the good guys.”
“I hope this place at least has indoor plumbing.” The words were mumbled under her breath just loud enough that I was sure she had meant for us to hear them. I hoped her sarcasm was a sign of her relaxing but wasn’t sure.
Linc snorted as if annoyed, but the twitch at the edge of his mouth said he liked her little bit of sass. Neither of us enjoyed a true brat, but there was something alluring about a secure woman. A partner who would challenge us but still have the confidence to fully gift us with her submission. My instincts told me Zara was strong enough to be our partner even if the timing was not right.
For now, I needed to be patient.
“Behave.” I put a little force into my words but kept my tone calm. I honestly didn’t know if the admonishment was for the temptation in the back seat or the grump in the front so I kept my eyes forward. “Yes. It has bathrooms. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”
I didn’t blame her for her skeptical look as we wound over the small, wooded road. By design it was made to encourage a casual explorer to turn around without realizing what was hidden further down. G right or wrong headspace, I have the right to make my own decisions.”
Something about her declaration sparked the Dominant side of my soul. I slowly stepped forward until she was backed against a wall. My body caged her without actually touching her. I leaned down until my lips were brushing against her earlobe.
“Informed consent is one of my unwavering tenets. Alcohol, exhaustion, or fear are just a few ways a person can be inhibited from making informed consent. The things I want to do to and with you require you to think long and clearly before even starting, because after just a small taste of you, I know I could never stop with a single night.”
“Lincoln and I are more than just friends, we’re partners. We may be with a woman alone, though that is rare but for anything more than a single evening we share.”
“You’re lovers?” Zara’s breathy question wasn’t judgmental, so I answered her.
“No. We are both only physically attracted to women, but our lives will never be separate. We both enjoy pushing a woman to heights that only having two men can achieve. We need someone strong enough not to be consumed by what we offer, but willing to place herself completely at our mercy. That is a decision you are not ready to make, and I won’t risk what could be for a single night of satisfaction.”
Before my willpower completely broke, I stepped away, and strode out the door without even looking back. As I closed the door I said, “Sweet dreams, Zara.”
Her muffled groan made me smile as I walked into my own suite, quickly stripping my clothes from my body as I headed to the shower. Lincoln would be back soon and would want to talk. Before he returned, I needed to get myself under control.
A smart man would have used cold water to beat back the fire, but with the sensation of Zara’s body so vivid in my mind, I knew release was my only option. The hot water enveloped me, easing the tension from my shoulders.
I closed my eyes, leaning one hand on the tiled wall as images of Zara at Midgard assaulted me. The way she caressed the worn leather of the spanking bench and nibbled her lip seductively when she eyed the shibari station had me fisting my thick cock.
Lincoln’s anger was a result of fear for me and fighting his attraction to her. I knew my friend well, and I’d seen the sparks of lust every time he looked at the beautiful woman. Could she really take what both of us wanted? Would she come to crave it?
Kneeling before us both, looking up with anticipation and hunger. We would tie her up so she had no choice but to take what we had planned. His hard with my soft pushing her into mindless begging for an orgasm we would keep just out of reach.
I sped up my strokes as I imagined the taste of her skin. Would she struggle as I slowly forced my cock over her tongue and into her tight throat? Would she whimper or moan as I fucked her face while Lincoln flogged her ass until it was bright pink?
How much pleasure would it take to bring Zara into subspace? Watching her come apart and fly as we both claimed her would be perfection.
I pumped harder under the stream of water to the image of Zara swallowing my cock while Lincoln fucked her hard. With a muffled groan, I gave into the orgasm, ropes of cum hit the tile and merged with the water to slide down the drain.
Patience was a virtue but how long would I have to wait to make that fantasy a reality?