Chapter 15
Georgia
Sitting between two formidable men in the limousine is…interesting.
Daunting? That’s a better word to describe it. It’s like being in the middle of a canyon where the cliff walls have rocks crumbling down them. Or maybe like in that rubbish compactor in Star Wars, with Darth Vader on one side….and Wicker man on the other.
It’s also dragging up all sorts of fantasies from my nethermost depths. Lurid ones that are warming me in all the good places. I should’ve stayed away from those porn sites.
Eyes wide open, I stare at the partition between us and the driver’s section with a man’s hand on each thigh.
When the car rocks their fingers move. My breathing is unsteady, the tiniest adjustment of my legs feels like I’m inviting those hands to move in on me, and I’m still not over being gifted to Lazlo.
Or his betrayal. We were flirting all of our own accord, I thought, and now it’s this?
Though the answer strikes even as I’m thinking about the flirting.
That was Rafael’s doing. It’s too coincidental. Lazlo’s answer when he asked about his decision means they had discussed doing this to me, with me, earlier. So, probably before Rafael left for London? Whatever. Yet Lazlo said nothing to me on the walk.
I was stupid. He knew. I was the only one in the dark.
“I need to say some things to her,” Lazlo mutters, dark and ominous, talking over the top of me, his face mostly in shadow.
“Go ahead.” Rafael nods.
He gives my thigh one pat. “For me to do this, this has to be what you want, Georgia, regardless of the whole obedience thing, or what Sir Ben owes this CNC Fraternity. Because of what happened to you before you returned here, I would never just do things to you. Right?” He glances down and catches me looking up at him, openmouthed. He squeezes my thigh.
“Umm.” Stunned, I can only say, “Yes?”
“That’s a question?” He laughs and lifts his hand to V it down, from his mouth to his beard. “Maybe I’m fucking with Rafael’s plans but this is my choice too.”
Rafael leans into the side of the car and flops his hand at us. “Go on.”
“You want me to say yes to being shared…”
“Yes.” Lazlo says, then he shifts my hair aside where some tendrils have drifted over my face. His touch is considerate and gentle, his gaze intent—though when I take a deep breath, it moves lower to my breasts.
If I say no, I guess it’s Rafael only who will mess with me. I think I understand why he asked Lazlo and it’s hilarious if I’m right. He called me a brat when he departed, seemed annoyed, and this is his answer. Two of them. I am tempted.
I let my tongue tip out to play with my lip, curling it there as if I’m thinking, then edging teeth into my lower lip, and I’m very aware of how much of a tease that might seem. And sure enough Lazlo is rivetted.
I smile at him, smirking almost.
“Your answer?” His fingers tangle around those loose strands of my hair, twisting then sliding deep into the mass of my hair on one side. “You are cute.”
Carefully, he turns his hand, until the drag on my scalp locks my eyes to him and makes me catch my breath. Despite knowing why he’s done this, I can’t deny my own response. The man learned fast.
I inhale and make myself think this through. Do I want this?
“Well?” He’s using that deep tone that makes my toes curl when I’m sitting next to him with our bodies warming each other.
His male pheromones are probably thick in the air.
I swear I can smell his lust, am imagining what his cock will taste like in my mouth.
I swallow. “My answer? I guess I’m okay with you being, you know.”
“In this relationship?” He is clearly amused, from the smile breaking out. “Able to fuck you? In charge of you and spanking you?”
Shit.
“Can I change my mind later?” My voice squeaks.
Lazlo answers, “Ye—”
“No.” Rafael sits up. “That’s up to me and him. It’s my choice to offer you to him. I’ve let you decide whether he’s okay to fuck you and there it ends. And I like all of that wording of his.”
“You are bo—”
“I think it was a yes from her, wasn’t it, Rafe?”
“It was. Spit roasting appointments now going up on site.”
“Fuck you both,” I grumble and wedge myself backward into the upholstery.
Which only leaves them both looking at me like I’m the next course in a meal.
“Spanking offence?” Lazlo asks.
“More like clamps and needles. She’s into spanking.”
I open my mouth to deny that.
“Clamps and needles?” He slips his hand from my hair. “That sounds a bit over the top, man.”
“You’d be surprised what turns on some women. And men.” He shows his teeth. “I like using them on someone else.”
“Not me.” I manage to get two words out.
“See. She agrees with me.”
“Let’s make this a bet. If I can make her come while we do something you think is shocking…”
My eyes widen in alarm, and I may have made a small, strangled noise since Lazlo angles his head then chuckles. “That grabbed her attention. Gotcha. Bet is on.”
“No!”
“Done.” Rafe reaches across in front of me and they bump fists.
This is like watching a scary freaking tennis match.
I close my mouth, fold my arms, and content myself with looking wounded. I’m not. However this could be…interesting.
“Not doing this here and now I suppose, Rafe?”
Say what?
Lazlo sneaks his arm across behind my back and drags me into his body.
When I wriggle to get free, he wraps his fingers about my forearm before moving it to clasp my breast. “Stay there. I guess you thought I was going to be kind and only kiss your toes? Permission was granted, so I’m happy to fuck you silly while he sticks needles in you, if that’s what makes you come. ”
A new fierceness shines from those brown eyes of his that births a quiet shiver, deep within. His thumb strokes slowly over my nipple then around it, as my body responds to his touch and my nipple rises.
Has this unlocked something in him? Was he always like this and I missed it?
Worst of all, he’s made me horribly, stupidly curious. Point at a chunk of steaming rock, tell me it’ll make me O, but could make my hand fall off, and here I am picking the thing up.
“Here and now?” Calmly, Rafael assesses me at leisure, placing his hand on my knee and smoothing it up the inner curve of my thigh while the car rocks on the rough road. He only stops when his fingers have squeezed between my thighs and bumped against my pussy.
I’m caught between these two men and unsure of anything. He cannot have needles on him though…can he?
“We’d have to improvise.”
When his knuckles push harder into the crotch of my panties, I stifle a gasp and my internal muscles clench.
He forces them along, wedged into my swelling lips, back and forth.
Frozen in place, held where I am by Lazlo toying with my breast and this, I can only watch and feel the relentless pull of desire.
But the car is pulling to a halt. Five or ten minutes ago, we turned off the highway and onto a small road. The headlights reflect off the trees surrounding a clearing where a helicopter waits.
“We need to get out,” I tell them.
Except… Rafe slips his hand beneath the cloth and pushes a finger into me, fully deep. My head drops back and hits the seat, after which he removes his finger. Speechless, I stare as he puts that finger in his mouth and sucks it clean while he looks at me.
Fuuuuck.
“I’m going to be such a fucking sinner,” Lazlo murmurs before he pats my head. “Raincheck, little voodoo doll.” Then he turns to where someone has approached his door and now reaches to open it.
After figuring out how to breathe again and uncrossing my eyes, I choose to protest that name. “I’m not your voodoo doll. And do we know where that is taking us?”
“Not a clue,” Rafael says.
“Nope. You’ll be okay.” Lazlo grabs my hand and holds it as he slides across to exit.