Chapter Thirteen #3
He pointed past her to the kitchen. “I picked it up on my way home.”
She looked over her shoulder at the kitchen table, and the huge takeout bag sitting on it.
“I hope you still like unagi.”
She didn’t bother answering, just leapt up to hurry to the table.
“I take it that’s a yes?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, tearing into the bag and sorting through the containers with unbridled glee. “You got soup dumplings, too?”
“You only get half,” he warned as he joined her at the table.
She was already opening the container and cramming one into her mouth. “Nash, I don’t tell you this enough, but you are a beautiful human being.”
“I’m a humble bean?” he asked confused.
She swallowed. “Never mind. Is there dipping sauce?”
Shaking his head, he handed her a container. “At least get a plate.”
“Why?”
He just sighed and crossed to the cupboard, bringing back plates for both of them, and nudged her into a chair. “Here. Take the unagi cucumber roll.”
“Mmm.” Swallowing her second dumpling, she grabbed the box out of his hands. “This is great, Nash. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He picked up the soup dumplings and put three onto his plate before sliding the container back across the table.
She scooped one up, plopped it into her mouth, then picked up a packet of soy sauce. Not bothering with the plate, she tore it open and dumped it over her roll. “What else did you get?”
He sat, pulling the bag closer. “I got rolls. California, spicy tuna—”
“Ooh, I want that.”
“Forget it. Philadelphia, Rainbow, and another unagi-cucumber.”
Her annoyance at being denied the spicy tuna melted away. “You me got two?”
“I got each of us one,” he corrected. “And don’t even try the puppy dog eyes.”
“But I love unagi,” she wheedled.
He narrowed his eyes, but she could see he was going to cave. “You can have half,” he finally said.
“And half the spicy tuna.”
“I should’ve ordered double,” he muttered.
She munched happily on her first unagi-cucumber roll while he divvied up the second, and the spicy tuna. “This is great, Nash. Really.”
“You’re welcome. Do you want any of the dragon roll?”
“Yes, please. And the Philadelphia, but only a couple pieces.”
He fished her portions out, putting them on her plate despite her protestations that she could just eat out of the containers, then reached for a pair of the chopsticks included in the order and passed them over. “Here. Stop using your fingers.”
Willing to indulge his need for propriety, she pulled the chopsticks out of the paper sleeve, broke them apart, and rubbed them together to get rid of any splinters.
“What made you think of this?” she asked, deftly welding the chopsticks to swirl a piece of dragon roll through the soy sauce on her plate.
“We’re celebrating.”
“We are?”
He nodded, his mouth full of soup dumpling. “I scheduled your gang bang today.”
She nearly choked on the dragon roll. “You what?”
“It’s a done deal. Next Sunday, right here, time to be determined.”
She swallowed fish and rice. “When did this happen?”
“This afternoon.” He picked up his beer, watching her with dark, inscrutable eyes. “Problem?”
“No, no.” Bailey took a moment to inventory her reaction. Shock, but that was because he’d sprung it on her. Nerves, which were to be expected—she’d never had a gang bang before. Excitement, because she’d been waiting for this for eight years. And under all that was a low hum of need.
She smiled and picked up another piece of sushi. “No, no problem at all. Sunday?”
“If figured since you’re off that day and the next, it would be best.” His grin was wolfish. “You might need the recovery time.”
She laughed, sheer delight in the sound. “I can handle whatever you throw out, pal.”
“Me, sure. The others?” He pursed his lips, but couldn’t quite hide the smirk. “I think you’re going to have your hands full.”
“Big talk,” she scoffed gleefully.
“We’ll see.” Still smirking, he picked up his chopsticks.
She waited, but he simply went back to eating, and after a moment she gave him a light boot under the table. “You’re not going to tell me about them?”
He swallowed the sushi in his mouth. “Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s a surprise.” He glanced up. “That’s how you wanted it, right?”
That had been the fantasy, but now that it was reality, she didn’t think she could handle the wait. “I changed my mind.”
“Too bad. I’m not telling.”
“You have to!”
“No, I don’t.” He continued to eat while she sputtered. “You already know me, and Sawyer. Isn’t that enough?”
“No.” She sulked into her beer. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“Well, nuts.”
He looked amused. “You’re awful cute when you’re frustrated.”
“Then I must be fucking adorable right now,” she muttered, and stabbed her dragon roll with her chopsticks.
He sighed, long and loud. “This is how you wanted it, Bailey.”
“I told you, I changed my mind.” Darting a look from under her lashes, she tried her best pout. “Please? Just one thing.”
He hesitated. “One thing?”
“About each of them,” she amended quickly, sensing victory. “I won’t ask anything else, I swear.”
“You promise?”
“Cross my heart,” she vowed, and drew an X over her breast to prove it.
He tapped his fingers on the table. “If I give you this, you have to give me something in return.”
A warning bell began to clang in the deep recesses of her brain. She ignored it easily. “That’s fair.”
He held out a hand. “Shake on it.”
The bells were louder, but she took his hand in hers and shook.
“Okay.” He dropped her hand and picked up his chopsticks. “Their names are Thiago—he goes by T—and Ava.”
She blinked, then a slow smile crept across her face. “A woman?”
“You like women,” he pointed out.
“I do,” she assured him. “I really, really do. Tell me something about her.”
“You got your one thing, Bay. No more until GBD.”
“GBD?”
“Gang bang day.”
She stifled a laugh. “Names don’t count as a thing, Nash. Give me something else.”
He heaved a long-suffering sigh, but his lips were twitching. “She has a British accent.”
“Really?”
“Sounds kind of like Adele.”
“Oh.”
“You okay over there?” he asked, amused.
“Sure. Fine. Top of the trees,” she croaked.
“Good, because need to talk about condoms.”
She tried to bring her brain back online. “What about them?”
“Considering your thing for jizz, I asked them if they’d go bareback.”
She’d assumed everyone would wear a condom, and truthfully, that was what would make her feel safest. But if everyone was willing to get tested… “What’d they say?”
He shook his head. “Hard limit.”
She shrugged the idea away. “Understandable, and smart.”
“But while they won’t come in you, they will come on you,” he continued.
Visions of bukkake danced in her head. “Oh, God.”
He chuckled. “I assume that’s okay with you.”
She bobbed her head like a puppet on a string. “That is okay with me.”
“Somehow, I thought it might be.”
She gave herself a moment to savor the delightfully filthy thought, then set it aside to enjoy later. “Um. Should I do anything to get ready for this? Buy snacks? Energy drinks?”
“I’ll get the snacks, you buy an enema kit.” His smirk was smug, and sexy. “I put your ass on the menu.”
Her pulse leapt. “Naturally.”
“And double penetration.”
“Oh.”
One eyebrow inched toward his hairline. “You’ve done that before.”
She hadn’t, but it had always been part of the fantasy. “No, I haven’t.”
“I was there, Bailey.”
“We never,” she argued, and shook her head in exasperation. “Those were toys, Nash.”
“Still counts.”
“It really doesn’t.” Flesh and blood was so much different from plastic or silicone, so much more intense. She couldn’t control flesh and blood.
That’s what made it so hot.
“Do you want me to take it off the menu?”
Hell, no, she didn’t want him to take it off the menu. But she wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with the idea, either. “Can we play it by ear?”
“Of course. All the choices here are yours, Bailey.”
“Not all the choices,” she began.
He shook his head, suddenly deadly serious. “All of them. I would never let anyone do something to you that you didn’t fully consent to.”
“I know,” she said, relaxing in her chair. “I know that.”
“But since this whole fantasy is about you being used like a filthy, wanton slut who doesn’t care who sticks their dick in her as long as she gets off—”
Bailey shivered at the description, grabbing the table for balance at the rush of heat.
“—that’s what we’re going to do.”
He had a gleam in his eyes, the one that said I know you’re flooding your panties, you dirty girl.
“You always have your safeword,” he continued. “You can Bananarama anytime.”
She wanted to laugh, but she was too busy trying to breathe.
“And I’ll be watching you. If you look uncomfortable, or scared, or just not right, I’m going to stop and check in with you.”
She nodded, her mouth dry. “That’s, um. That’s good. Safety first.”
His lips twitched. “You okay, Bailey? You look a little flushed.”
She cleared her throat. “The air conditioning must not be up to speed yet.”
“Sure, I bet that’s it.”
“Shut up.”
He laughed, a rich sound of pure delight, and she found herself smiling back. “It’s not funny. How am I going to survive the next week?”
“Funny you should ask.”
“Huh?”
“Remember that thing you’re going to do for me?”
“Oh, right. That.” She didn’t like the look in his eye. It was smug, and gleeful, and a little wolfish. “What is it?”
“Actually, it’s what you’re not going to do,” he clarified.
She drummed her fingers on the table impatiently while unease tightened her belly. “Just tell me, Nash.”
“Orgasms.”
“What about them?”
“You don’t get to have any.”