Page 131 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
I’d never done this before. Never given in to my baser urges like this. Not even with Matt.
Then again, what I felt for Matt paled in comparison to what I felt for the cowboy and the pretty boy. Brax and Case. It would take some time for me to get used to calling them that, but I would. If they would have me.
The question was, would they be able to handle me? Not only the Sadist but also the man?
I managed to pull away, staring into Brax’s eyes, looking for … something. I wasn’t sure what, but that insecurity waging war on my mind was undeniable. I needed some sort of confirmation that I wasn’t setting myself up for failure.
That was my biggest fear, what had held me back all these years. Until Brax and Case appeared in my world, tipping everything off its perfectly balanced axis. Somehow, they had changed me. They had given me the safety and security I needed to open myself up to them. Maybe not verbally, but in all the ways that counted.
The sound of the front door opening had both our heads turning. Case stepped inside, his attention on the floor as he closed the door behind him. When he finally turned around and looked up, his eyes locked on the two of us. We were still standing against the wall, Brax’s jeans around his ankles.
“What’s … uh…?” Case looked confused, but that was quickly masked by something deeper, something darker. Something that looked a hell of a lot like pain.
Unable to resist, I stood tall and stalked toward him. Case’s eyes locked on my face as I neared. He appeared to be searching for something but I had no idea what. I wanted to ask him questions, to find out about his past, but I needed something else from him. A confirmation. I didn’t necessarily care about what experiences had formed him, more so about how he felt now. Today.
Without warning, I stepped right into his personal space, close enough that only a breath passed between us when I cupped his head. I wasn’t rough, but I wasn’t gentle, either. This man didn’t want gentle. He wanted the dark side of me, he wanted the Sadist. However, I was pushing that part back. For now.
Angling my head, I watched him as I moved in to kiss him. He didn’t budge. Didn’t try to move away. Case remained perfectly still even when I pressed my lips to his. At first, I thought he would reject me, push me away and make the decision for all three of us. That lasted all of two seconds and then his hands were on me and he was crushed up against my chest as I kissed him rough and hard, my desperation to have him near me winning out.
I forced myself to speak between kisses. “Can you taste Brax on my tongue?” I could still taste him and I knew Case could, too. It was an erotic intimacy I didn’t expect, but it soothed something in my soul. “Do you want to know what we did before you walked in?”
“Yes,” he whispered, holding my head and forcing my lips back to his.
“I sucked him,” I told him, holding his head still and whispering over his lips. “I sucked him until he came in my mouth. That’s why you can taste him.”
Case groaned, his hands jerking me closer as though that was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. For whatever reason, it was far more intense than I’d anticipated.
When I finally released him, I was breathing hard. We both were. I held his stare and weighed my options for what came next. Talking seemed overrated right now, so I went with my instincts.
“I want you and Brax upstairs in my bed. Naked.” I didn’t look away. “No questions, Case. Just do what I say.”
He nodded, then peered around me. I knew Brax was still there, watching us, probably trying to determine what my next steps would be.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t have a plan. I wasn’t mapping out a scene in my head, nor was I trying to decide which reaction I hoped to coax out of them. There was only one thing I wanted.
The two of them.
Laid bare.
The same way I was.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
I HADN’T EXPECTED TO FIND Zeke and Brax when I came home. I certainly hadn’t anticipated finding Brax with his pants around his ankles while the two of them made out like teenagers.
Then Zeke was kissing me, calling me by my name. When he had pulled back to look at me, I’d noticed the light had returned in his eyes. I hadn’t been kissing the Sadist, I’d been kissing the man.
So, what had happened? Why had Zeke come home from work? And what prompted him to react like this?
