“Yes, Master Cav.”
Edge smiled, and heaven help me, I was pretty sure the earth shifted beneath my feet.
“Will I need a safe word?” I asked.
Edge’s mischievous smirk made my insides riot again. “You’ll need a lot of things if I allow you into my club. A safe word, blood tests”—his heated gaze trailed down my body, then back up—“an expansive wardrobe.”
I swallowed hard.
“Until then,” he continued, “we’ll rely on good ol’ vanilla rules of conduct.”
“Such as?”
He grinned, but there was a hint of mirth in it. “Should you not be comfortable with something, it’s your responsibility to let us know.”
“May I ask another question, Master Edge?”
“You may.”
I took a deep breath, then forced the words out before I chickened out. “If you do decide to proceed, will you be sharing me?”
Those electric-blue irises flared hot and I knew I’d hit a nerve. A good one.
“That’s yet to be determined. But it’s a very real possibility.”
I nodded, processing my question and his answer one more time. It dawned on me how it sounded. I’d meant sharing me with Cav. His answer had not clarified that. A shiver of unease teased down my spine. I did not want him to share me with anyone else. I didn’t want to think of another Dom’s hands on me. It didn’t sit right.
“Do you have another question?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to voice my concerns yet. Not until I knew they were even relevant. But I did wonder how often they did this with random submissives.
Realizing I didn’t really want to know the answer to that either, I shook my head. “No, Master Edge.”
As though he could sense my insecurity, Edge moved forward, closing the distance between us and effectively crowding me between them. I was vaguely aware of Cav moving until both men were brushing up against me. It was a tease, of course, but it worked. I inhaled a sharp breath, every cell in my body coming to life. They weren’t quite pressing against me, and if I tried to shift either direction, I would lose the warmth of the other. It was a power play, a test.
Since I didn’t want them to move away, I remained still between them.
Suddenly I was overwhelmed by a savage male energy. It made me breathless, had my skin prickling, my nipples puckering. My belly fluttered when the hard plane of Edge’s chest pressed against my breasts, Cav’s against my back.
I was light-headed, my breaths coming far too quickly.
Edge’s big, warm hands cupped my face gently, his thumbs gliding over my cheeks as he held my attention in his ice-blue stare. His voice was low, seductive when he spoke. “I want you to give serious thought to what we’ll want from you, Jamie. We take this very seriously.”
I nodded.
Cav’s hand hooked firmly on my hip as he turned me around to face him. Then he was crushed to my front, Edge at my back. I inhaled sharply, the blood rushing loudly in my ears.
Gone was all the mischief I’d witnessed in Cav’s expression since we were first introduced. In its place, a somberness I almost didn’t recognize.
“It’s not like in your romance books, cupcake. We’re not lookin’ to be tested or theorized. Or topped from the bottom. If you want to experience that, you can find someone else to help you out. With us, you’ll have to relinquish all control. And we’ll push your boundaries to the point you may break.”
Wow. When he put it that way, it did sound somewhat wicked. But this was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. I doubted I would find anyone who would give me the chance to experience it for myself. That would do so much for my theory, for proving it. Or disproving. Either way.
Now that they’d laid it all on the line, I knew what I wanted, and I knew I had to submit in order to get it.
“Do you understand what I’m tellin’ you?” he asked.
“Yes. I understand, Master Cav.”
His thumb brushed over my lower lip and his eyes followed the movement. “Then I look forward to seein’ you outside of this club.”
Cav stepped back and Edge came to stand beside him, both men staring down at me. Butterflies erupted in my belly and an ache started between my legs. I wanted them to kiss me. To touch me, hold me, claim me. I’d never wanted anything more than those two men. It didn’t matter that I had zero experience. I was ready to jump in with both feet.
And for a brief moment, I even considered the fact that this desire was even more potent than my academic goals. But it was fleeting.
Before Edge backed away, he leaned in, his lips close to my ear. “Just so you know, we’re going to take this slow, sweetness. Very, very slow. Before long, you’ll be begging for us to give you what you need.”
