He just huffed out a breath and took a drink from his beer. It was obvious he still hadn’t accepted it. He would, though. She’d prove that he needed her there. More than likely people didn’t stop by just to look because they knew it would bother him. If someone minded the front, he’d get more business. She couldn’t wait to get started on that.
Their food arrived and Tessa did her level best to eat some of all of it, but the men had to help her finish everything off. Next time they came here, she’d know what she wanted to order though. The ribs were excellent, but so was the pulled pork. She wasn’t impressed much with the chicken breast, but would have made herself sick on the baked beans if there’d been more of them.
On the way back home, Zander and Tag discussed the changes that were being made at Golden Shackles since Max and Sawyer had taken over. Both men seemed impressed by the way they ran the club. Tessa still wasn’t sure how she felt about the place but realized it was important to her men. Even if she wasn’t able to actually let them do anything to her there, she’d go with them so they could interact with their friends. There was no way she would let them go alone if there were other unattached women there. She had to protect her guys.
The moment they stepped inside the house, she felt the change in Zander and Tag. Both men seemed to morph into the Doms they were like pulling on leather jackets. It both thrilled her and frightened her all at the same time. Tessa loved the feeling of security they gave her but was afraid of what they would ask her to do, expect to her to be able to handle.
“Strip, Tessa,” Zander said as soon as he’d locked the back door and set the alarm.
“Here?” she squeaked.
“Right here. You can fold your clothes and leave them on the washer. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Tag leaned against the doorway into the kitchen and crossed his arms, legs spread wide. His dark eyes followed her every move as she slowly slipped off her shoes then started working on her jeans. She could feel Zander’s gaze on her when she bent over to shove the denim material down her legs and step out of it. The weight of it gave her the strength she needed to continue despite the bundle of nerves threatening to smother her.
She folded her jeans and placed them on the washer then removed her pretty blouse Tag had gotten for her and folded it as well. Down to just her bra and panties now, Tessa had to remind herself to breathe.
She slowly removed her panties, but when she would have folded them and added them to the pile on the washer, Tag grabbed them from her and lifted them to his nose. His eyes closed as he inhaled her scent. Immediately her pussy grew even wetter than it had been. He opened his eyes again and nodded for her to continue. She unhooked her bra with shaky hands and added it to her stack of clothes before standing straight, totally naked now.
“Beautiful,” Zander breathed into her ear from behind her. “You’re perfect, Tessa. Now follow Tag to the den.”
Tag winked at her before turning away, still holding her panties in one hand. She followed him through the kitchen into the den where he stopped in front of the couch and nodded for her to sit down. He walked over to where he normally sat when they watched TV if he wasn’t sitting on the couch next to her and pulled something from the seat. Then he returned to where she’d sat down on the edge of the couch and showed her a wide length of black cloth.
“We decided that you would do better if we blindfolded you,” Tag told her.
Tessa wasn’t so sure about that, but wasn’t going to argue at this point. She would give it her best shot. That’s all she could do and she knew that was all they expected. She nodded and closed her eyes as Tag fitted the blindfold around her head and tied it, making sure not to get her hair caught in it so that it would pull.
“Can you see anything at all, kitten?” Zander asked.
She opened her eyes, but other than a faint thread of light, there was nothing. She shook her head. She was afraid to speak, afraid that she would beg them to remove it and wait until next weekend to try this.
She felt hands on her shoulders then her upper arms and she knew it was Tag by the calluses on his fingers. He pulled her to her feet then to her surprise, he picked her up so that he carried her in the cradle of his arms.
“I’m too heavy for you to carry this way,” she said with a gasp.
“Hush, Tessa. I’ve got you. Trust me,” he said.
She did. Really, she did, but she wasn’t light. She’d put on weight since she’d first gotten to town. At first she’d been thin, unable to afford to eat like she should. But once she’d gotten the job at Heavy Trinkets, thanks to Kelly and of course Steve, she’d regained her weight and then some.