21. Sweet Revenge
Sweet Revenge
Quinn
I tugged my brush through my damp hair, straining to hear any movement in the hallway. The house had gone eerily quiet after dinner, the three men vanishing to various corners of the ranch like they hadn’t collectively threatened sweet revenge hours earlier.
“Totally bluffing,” I muttered to myself, pulling on my sleep shorts and an oversized T-shirt that belonged to Kellan. They were just three grown men making empty threats.
The way they’d circled me like predators, Kellan’s eyes darkening, Reid’s intensity, and Enzo’s smoldering promise of retribution made me antsy but in a good way.
I flopped onto Reid’s bed, now my temporary sleeping quarters, and stared at the ceiling. With every small noise, my body tensed with anticipation.
Fifteen minutes passed.
Thirty.
An hour.
Maybe they really had been teasing. The disappointment and embarrassment hit harder than expected. Here I was, lying in wait like some heroine expecting to be ravished.
I grabbed my phone and texted April.
Me: I think I’m in trouble.
April: The fun kind or the actual kind?
Me: The kind where I don’t want to leave this place or these men.
April: Called it. Totally called it.
Me: What do I do? Enzo’s cousin will be back soon.
April: Why can’t you stay longer? You don’t have your first professional development day until the middle of August.
I set my phone down, not wanting to tell April that if I stayed even longer, I was going to fall in love with these men. If that happened, I didn’t know where that would leave us. Would they expect me to choose one of them eventually?
While I was sure there were at least a handful of women in the world who had two or more partners, it wasn’t something that was talked about.
I hugged a pillow, squeezing it like it might provide the answers my spinning mind couldn’t find. What I really wanted was someone to lay it all out for me with a clear roadmap through this tangle of feelings I’d stumbled into. Three men. One me. A situation I’d never imagined myself in.
Just as my eyelids grew heavy, the bedroom door creaked open with a slow, deliberate sound that instantly banished any trace of drowsiness from my system. My body went rigid, every sense suddenly, acutely aware as Reid’s silhouette appeared in the doorway, followed by Kellan and Enzo close behind.
“We thought you might be sleeping already.” Kellan’s voice was a low rumble in the darkness.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows. “Not tired.”
“Good.” Enzo turned on the bedside lamp, casting the room in a warm glow. “Because we’ve been deciding how to make you pay.”
Reid closed the door behind them with a soft click that seemed to echo through the room. “Revenge is a dish best served when you least expect it.”
The three of them stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with identical expressions of hunger. My mouth went dry.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice came out breathy and weak.
Kellan’s slow grin was downright wicked as he pulled ropes from behind his back. And not the ones they used on the horses. These were bondage ropes.
My core clenched, and my breath caught. I’d never been tied up before, but damn, did it appeal to me now.
Reid moved to one side of the bed while Enzo took the other, effectively boxing me in. “We thought we’d decorate you a bit before taking you for a ride.”
I swallowed hard, eyeing the ropes in Kellan’s hands. They were dark red, almost burgundy, and looked soft.
“I’ve never...” I lost my ability to speak as Enzo approached, taking the ropes from Kellan.
“Do you trust us?” Enzo’s fingers worked the rope, his movements fluid and confident as he measured out a length.
Did I trust them? These three men who’d somehow tumbled into my life through a hobby horse competition? Who’d shown me what it was like to be wanted not in spite of my quirks but because of them?
“Yes.” The word came out stronger than I expected.
Reid moved closer, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “We’ll stop anytime you want.”
“Say ‘red’ if you want us to stop completely, ‘yellow’ if you need us to slow down or adjust.” Kellan perched on the edge of the bed, his hand finding my ankle. “Green means?—”
“Keep going,” I finished for him.
Enzo watched me for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. “Stand up for me.”
I slid off the bed, suddenly feeling exposed even with my clothes on.
My shirt might as well have been transparent under their gazes, each man watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with awareness.
I fought the urge to cross my arms and shield myself from the vulnerability that had nothing to do with fabric and everything to do with the way they saw through me.
Kellan moved behind me, his breath against my ear as his fingers found the hem of my T-shirt. “Can I take this off?”
I nodded, lifting my arms as he peeled the shirt over my head, leaving me in my underwear. The cool air pebbled my nipples instantly, drawing three pairs of hungry eyes.
Reid knelt in front of me, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. “These too?”
My heart hammered as I nodded again. He dragged them slowly down my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I stepped out of them, now completely naked.
“Beautiful.” Reid’s gaze traveled from my feet upward.
Enzo circled me, the rope trailing from his hands like an extension of his body. “I want to create something special on you. Something that highlights all these gorgeous curves.”
I’d never felt there was anything particularly special about my body, but the way the three of them looked at me like I was the centerpiece of some feast they couldn’t wait to devour made me feel like a goddess.
“What do you need me to do?” My voice had dropped to a whisper.
“Stand still and let me work.” Enzo stepped behind me, bringing the first loop of rope across my collarbone.
The rope sliding against my skin was soft but sturdy, like a firm caress as he began creating intricate patterns across my body. His fingers worked with precise movements as he brought the rope around my torso.
Kellan moved to stand in front of me, his eyes darkening as he watched Enzo work. “Have you fantasized about being tied up before?”
I shook my head as Enzo created diamond patterns across my chest that framed my breasts without touching them directly. The slight pressure as he adjusted certain sections, the gentle friction as he manipulated the patterns, was like he was physically touching me.
Reid stepped closer, his fingertips tracing above the rope lines across my collarbone. “Can we touch her?”
Enzo nodded, continuing his methodical weaving as he moved the ropes around my ribs, creating an intricate harness. “Don’t disturb the lines I’ve already set.”
That was all the permission Reid needed. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck while his hand cupped my breast, thumb grazing over my nipple. I inhaled sharply at his touch and the ropes tightened around my torso.
Kellan moved behind me, pressing against my back as his hands slid around to my stomach, dipping lower. “Color?”
“Green,” I breathed, my head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers found my center, already slick with desire.
Enzo continued his work, now bringing the rope between my legs in a way that pressed against my most sensitive areas with every slight movement. The pattern continued up my back, seeming to connect every nerve ending in my body.
Reid’s mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue swirling as he sucked gently, then with increasing pressure that had me whimpering. Between his mouth, Kellan’s fingers stroking me from behind, and the rope’s constant pressure, I was rapidly approaching the edge.
“Not yet.” Enzo tugged a section of rope that tightened everything simultaneously. “I’m not finished decorating her.”
My legs trembled as Enzo continued his work, creating elaborate patterns down my thighs while Reid and Kellan touched, kissed, and tasted every available inch of skin but never let me go over the edge.
Reid dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing Kellan’s fingers between my legs, while Kellan’s mouth worked its way across my shoulders and neck, occasionally catching my earlobe between his teeth.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for as the three of them worked in tandem until I was nothing but a bundle of raw nerves and desperate need.
“Almost done.” Enzo made a final few adjustments before stepping back to admire his work. “Perfect.”
Reid reluctantly pulled away from between my legs, leaving me teetering on the edge of release. Kellan’s hands stilled on my breasts, and suddenly all three men were simply looking at me, their expressions a mix of awe and hunger.
“Turn her toward the mirror,” Enzo instructed.
Reid and Kellan gently guided my trembling body until I faced the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. I gasped at the reflection staring back at me.
The burgundy ropes created an intricate web across my body, highlighting curves I’d never appreciated before.
Diamond patterns framed my breasts, a complex harness accentuated my waist, and delicate lines traced down my thighs.
The ropes between my legs created a subtle pressure that kept me constantly aware of my arousal.
“Do you see now?” Enzo’s voice was rough with desire as he stood behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Do you see how fucking beautiful you are?”
“A masterpiece,” Kellan added, his hand trailing along the lines of rope across my stomach.
Reid knelt beside me, pressing a kiss to my hip. “Perfect.”
For once in my life, looking at my reflection, I believed them. The ropes transformed me, not by hiding my flaws but by celebrating every curve, every stretch mark, every part of me.