The possibilities could overload the brain. She was glad she was kneeling, since she was sure her knees would have given out from the thought. Her gaze flicked to Dana, and she saw a ripple of reaction go through the other woman as Dana’s head turned in her direction. Though Dana couldn’t see her, the movement equated to a meeting of gazes, a holy hell solidarity they could cling to as they rode this roller coaster.
This would be a little different than each man touching her as she brought him a drink. But she remembered Peter’s words. Jon knew her like no other. He knew what she could handle, what would push her out of her comfort zone, but never beyond the grasp of his hand, his hold on her heart. She trusted him. And she trusted the men he loved and trusted.
As she watched them surreptitiously from under her lashes, Ben dealt out the cards with smooth twists of his wrist. “It’s much easier when the cards can slide across the glass,” he commented. “But the mat works better than I expected.”
“Too bad it doesn’t help you deal better cards,” Peter grunted, tossing a couple back at him. “I’ll take two.”
Matt swapped out one and took a swallow of his whiskey. Lucas studied his cards and also took two from Ben. Jon threw a peanut at Peter as Dana’s husband leaned out in an exaggerated motion, as if wanting to look at his cards.
“No need to look at them,” Ben advised. “As I said, you all suck at this, but Jon’s the worst. He has no poker face whatsoever. It’s that crunchy granola vegetarian Zen stuff. Makes him too honest. Eat meat,” he directed toward her Master. “Puts you closer to the devil.”
Lucas chuckled. “You might be good at this Ben, but Matt has you beat on poker face.”
“Matt has Mount Rushmore beat on poker face,” Ben said and also put down two cards. “Dealer takes two. But Cass can kick all our asses. Though if any woman in this room tells her that, there will be hell to pay.”
“I don’t mind hanging with the devil,” Dana said, her voice still breathy even as she tossed out the comment. “Might be able to show him the light.”
“With your cute ass, I don’t doubt it. But say another word and Peter will get that ring gag. Even if you make the lovely pouty face.”
Despite the threat, it was clear Ben had a soft spot for the blind woman. Putting his cards face down as the others deliberated, he left the table to go to the sidebar. He returned with a chocolate and leaned over the table. Gaze sweeping over Dana’s spread body, he grunted. “Damn girl. You look entirely too fuckable. Open up.”
When he put the chocolate close to Dana’s lips, his proximity and the smell of the candy had her lips parting even as the command came to do it. He rubbed it over her lips, letting the heat of her body melt it so he could spread it there. “Now put out that clever tongue of yours.”
When she did, he placed the chocolate on it. Then he brought his fingers to his own lips to suck the remaining residue off before sitting back down. Dana licked her lips. Even without seeing him do it, it was obvious the blind woman had anticipated his need and would have preferred to do the honors. Rachel didn’t blame her.
Ben shot her a wicked smile as if he’d heard the thought. Or could simply read it from her face. “You amateurs ready to show cards?” he said.
The others complied, and there were chuckles and groans as Lucas laid his down. It made Rachel smile, listening to them.
“Lucas wins this hand,” Ben noted. “Two pair. Wow, I am dealing crap.”
“So it’s a normal day,” Peter commented.
“Blow me.”
“You wish, horse dick.” Peter tossed an amused glance at Lucas. “What’s your pleasure, CFO?”
Lucas leaned back and surveyed Dana, his silver eyes passing over her with deep appreciation before he lifted them to Rachel. She’d glanced up, but immediately looked back down.
“I want Rachel on the table, Jon. Knees folded, back of her head to the surface, while Dana goes down on her.” Rachel could almost feel the heat of the wicked grin shot her way. “We have a yoga instructor here. No reason to waste that talent.”
A wave of agreement swept the table. When Rachel lifted her gaze to Jon in question, his brow rose. “What did I tell you, Rachel?”
She wet her lips. “That I should obey the other Masters as if they are you.”
“Only less tie-dyed and hippy-dippy,” Peter said.
“Ben’s not the only one you can blow,” Jon responded calmly.
“My day’s just getting better and better,” the former National Guard captain laughed.
Rachel had to bite back a chuckle, which made Lucas’s eyes warm on her. They wanted her to be as much at ease as they wanted her nervous, both emotions for the right things.
“You heard him, Rachel,” Lucas said, his tone becoming firmer. “On the table.”
“Yes, sir.”
Peter rose and detached the lines on Dana’s arms and legs, guiding each limb down as he released the attachment. He also removed the thick dildo from her pussy, his expression reflecting male satisfaction at Dana’s soft noise of reaction. Putting his broad palms under her head and back, he brought her up to a sitting position. “Move back to the center, about two paces to your left, and stay there, on your hands and knees,” he instructed.
As Dana adjusted and Peter returned to his seat, Rachel moved away from the door. But at the side of the table nearest Dana, she asked another question. “May I stretch first?”
“I wish you would.” Lucas’s exaggerated ogle made her chuckle again. She performed a few stretches, including standing on one leg and bringing each heel to her ass, one leg at a time, bracing herself on the table. She followed that with a couple body twists that had Peter’s gaze fastened appreciatively on the movement of her breasts.
She was ready. Or she thought she was. Jon crooked a finger and she came to his side. When she did, he kept his gaze upon her as he reached between her legs and slowly slid off the clit piece. She quivered in reaction, and he set it on the table before him, his touch playing over the honey-slick metal as his molten gaze rested on her face. “Go to Dana now.”
Nodding, she hitched herself onto the table, lifting her legs to swing them up and onto the surface, then she turned around to move on her knees to Dana.
She had already reviewed in her mind the best way to do the pose in proximity to the woman. So she placed her hand on Dana’s shoulder as she adjusted into a spread-knee position. Then, slowly, Rachel leaned back, tightening her stomach muscles, lifting her chin, until the top of her head touched the table, her back arched. She spread her hair around her, and then straightened her arms out to the sides.
It was the Thunderbolt pose, one she particularly liked to watch Jon do, but the feeling was apparently mutual, as she heard him murmur a soft reverence, an approving noise.
She closed her eyes, her lips parting, as Dana’s hands moved to her knees, then her thighs. Lowering herself to her elbows, Dana put her mouth on Rachel’s sex.
“Oh…” Some of Dana’s reverent curses came to mind. Dana had a heated, clever mouth, an agile tongue, and no hesitation at all when it came to giving oral sex to another woman. Rachel’s body tightened upward like a drawn bow, her hands curling and desire rasping from her throat in an animal-like noise.