The problem was, I didn’t know if I could handle having some fun with her.
That firecracker of a woman was quickly becoming mine, even though we had a spray-painted line down the middle of our bed. Even though I’d avoided the idea for a few days. It didn’t matter.
Izzy Hardy, standing there in her mess of a Titanic shirt, now with my gold bracelet on her wrist, was going to be my downfall.
She tapped her screen and brought the phone to her ear. “Yeah, want to come to my and Cade’s cabin?” She paused as she stared at me. “I think he’d enjoy us doing that here.” Then she held the phone out to me. “He wants to make sure.”
I didn’t even want to hear the man’s voice. Still, I clutched the phone to my ear as he asked if he could bring one or two toys. “If they’ll make her feel good. That’s what this is about.”
He explained and I agreed. Without so much as a goodbye, I ended the call before throwing her phone on the couch and pulling her to me to devour her mouth.
When I drew back to glare at her, I said, “Remember the taste of me when your fuckboy comes over to make you feel nice. And know that I’m in charge. If he veers even one iota off the scheduled programming, I’m throwing him off our porch.”
A small smile spread across her face. “I’m not even sure I want this, Cade.”
I nipped at her collarbone and murmured, “Let’s check,” before I slid my hand into her panties. “Fucking soaked.”
She purred like she might not be able to wait to get off, like my fingers would do the job just fine. I wanted to give in for a split second. It’d be a way for me to keep her all to myself. But I saw the hunger in her eyes, saw how she wanted to explore something new, and I had confidence enough that she’d end up where she truly belonged in the end—on my cock and not his.
I pulled my hand from her panties and licked my fingers. “I’m only going to allow him in our place for so long with you tasting this good. But let’s enjoy it, huh? See how loud another man can make you scream.”
It was the approval she must have needed from me because her shoulders relaxed a little, and she smirked. “Fun with the single men on the retreat . . . I guess I deserve that after Gerald.”
Fuck that asshole and the way he’d hurt her. “Well, you did say the sex with him wasn’t good. With me, it’s always going to be, Izzy.”
17
Izzy
My heart thumped way too fast inside my chest to make small talk with Cade and Rodney. They’d both had no problem shooting the shit over glasses of water because Cade hadn’t offered anything else. I’m assuming that was because Rodney was sober, but I contemplated grabbing a shot of whiskey for myself.
Two very hot men had agreed to do things with me.
Sexually.
Completely willing. On a damn work retreat.
And I’d practically initiated it. Or been goaded into it after Cade had offered.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Instead, I tried to cool the anxious sweats as I stared at the bracelet on my wrist. He was showing me I meant something to him, right? I twisted it on my wrist and my heart leapt at the feeling of his jewelry being locked on me.
Was this too wild? Was I stepping way out of the comfort zone I’d lived in all these years?
The answer was a big yes.
Did I feel alive, though? Like I didn’t have to hide myself with Cade?
The answer was again a great big freaking yes.
I felt like this when I was about to accomplish something big, like completing JUNIPER. Like I’d earned it. Like this was the life I wanted to live.
And Cade had pushed me there again; he’d seen the need in me and felt inclined to make my day.
“Okay,” I murmured to myself, “calm down.”
I waved my hands under my armpits before spritzing some perfume on my neck and between my thighs.
I needed to make sure I smelled the part, okay? I even did a couple lunges for good measure. It was actually time to amp up, not calm down.
I could do this. I wanted to do this. My nipples tightened just thinking about them both eyeing me up.
And when I opened the bathroom door, they were standing there—Cade in his suit, except he’d lost the jacket and had his top button undone with his sleeves rolled up, and Rodney laid back in gym shorts and a black T-shirt.
“Ready, baby doll?” my freaking orchestrator asked me.
“I don’t know.” I nervously laughed. “You guys want me to change?”
Rodney shook his head. “You don’t get more beautiful than you look now, Izzy. You’re perfection.”
I blushed at his compliment as Cade waved us into the room.
He’d brought in a leather lounge chair from the living room and sat—like this was his show, like he was about to get the entertainment of his life.
Real-life porn would have been great entertainment for me too. And Cade knew exactly what he wanted with it. But he eyed me one last time as I stood before him, Rodney right by my side, his hand around my waist. “If either of you don’t listen for even a second, I throw Rodney out on his ass. We clear?”
Our friend chuckled and nodded. “I’m here only to enjoy and obey. Not cause havoc.” He hesitated. “And I’m guessing you both could cause some pretty insane havoc, considering the looks of this room.”
One side of Cade’s mouth kicked up. “The red paint was all Izzy’s idea.”
I rolled my eyes and took that moment to set my own ground rules as I lifted my T-shirt over my head. Both of them watched, both of them didn’t move, both of them ate me up with their stares.
“I’m somewhat impulsive, I admit. But my only rule is if I say stop, we stop. It’s my safe word, and I mean it.”
Both of them nodded, and Cade looked at Rodney. “Anything you need to add?”
Rodney pulled his shirt off with a smile and said, “Hell no.”
Cade gave one swift nod, then his voice got low. “Sit on the bed, Izzy. And Rodney, close our door so she can see herself in the mirror.”
We both listened. I was surprised to see how full my breasts looked in my bra, like they were swollen with need, and how fast they rose and fell. I knew I was more than ready. My pink panties showed a darkened spot where my arousal had already soaked through.
I crossed my legs and hung them off the bed in the hopes neither of them would see. Cade caught it though and immediately said, “Spread your legs, dollface. Let us see how wet this makes you.”
I glared at him, already wanting to defy him.
He growled. “Listen, Izzy. Or we’re done.”
Jesus. I loved when he commanded me in that tone. My legs listened immediately and spread for them to see.
They both hummed in approval, and Cade took it a step further. “See how wet she gets for us, Rodney? Like she can’t keep herself bottled up.”
Rodney cracked his knuckles. His eyes sized me up, reminding me of a bull scraping his hooves on the ground, gearing up to run at a target.
The man I knew I was falling for leaned back in his chair with a tent near the zipper of his trousers. The other man in front of me was hard underneath his gym shorts too. I licked my lips and placed the palms of my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out a little farther.
“You told me to enjoy myself, Cade, so I’m going to try.” It was something I never would have done before. Yet, with Cade watching, I knew he’d make sure nothing went too far. I also knew he planned to pull every emotion from me and still make sure I didn’t tumble over a damn edge into some oblivion.
“Rodney, touch my girl’s panties, huh? Let’s see how wet we can make them.”
Rodney stalked up to me and murmured that it would be his pleasure before his rough hand descended, pressing one finger’s pad onto my clit. He stood to the side of me and combed his other hand through my hair as he did. We both watched each other in the mirror as he moved his finger back and forth, back and forth over me.
It only took seconds for the light pink of my panties to become dark, for my arousal to mark his hand with slickness.
As my breathing picked up, I glanced at Cade. The man sat there rubbing his chin, studying us, like he wanted something more. “Take her panties off now.”
I bit my lip, trying to not appear too excited, but my bundle of nerves was already throbbing.
Rodney’s hand left my hair and slid over the curve of my breast to dip down into my cleavage as he knelt in front of me. “That okay with you, baby?” he asked, staring right into my eyes. He was still rubbing my clit, still keeping up our rhythm as he waited for my response.
I nodded fervently, needing more than this, craving everything they could give me. I was letting go. I was taking what I wanted.