“Sure.” Yet the sadness in her eyes betrayed her. “Or at least I used to. I’d rather be here now.”
Was she finally opening up? “Used to? Does that mean you wouldn’t want to be a police officer anywhere else?”
They hadn’t talked about the future and he could see that she couldn’t bring herself to think past today. As far as she was concerned, today was where she wanted to stay. It was the past that had wounded her and the future frightened her.
She swallowed as moisture filled her eyes. “I don’t want to get into that. Can’t we keep things about the here and now?” The sadness faded, replaced by a challenge. “Or are you ordering me to spill my guts?”
Questioning her wasn’t doing any good. They had to try another tactic. As he’d known they would.
“Fine. Then how about we have some fun?” He arched his eyebrows up then down, sending a clear message, but with a hint of humor.
She sat up, took her glass, and drank the rest of her wine in two gulps. “What do you have in mind?”
“You’re used to taking down a prisoner, right?”
She narrowed her eyes, leery of what he was about to say. “Yes. At times I’ve had to wrestle someone into custody.”
“But have you ever been on the receiving end?” Paul leaned closer and caressed her arm. Her hairs were already standing on end, showing her excitement.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
Destin leaned closer, too. “Don’t a lot of women have a fantasy about someone forcing her to have sex? Of course, if you’re not up to it, or once we get started, you know how to bring things to a stop. It’s play. We’d never force or hurt you.”
“Is he right? Have you thought about men taking you by force and then ravishing you?” He saw her answer, before she managed to speak.
“Sure. Lots of women think about that. As long as it’s not real, of course. I’m not unusual in that regard.”
Oh, baby, you’re unusual in every regard. Unusual and amazing. No other woman is like you.
“Then let us give you that.” Destin took hold of his buckle and pulled his belt free. “If you’re up to it. But you need to know the risks first. There’s a possibility of getting hurt either from us holding you or from you trying to get away. It brings up a lot of feelings, too.”
Paul watched her reaction. “Do you understand? Sometimes it brings up a lot of stuff you’ve pushed down.”
Paul’s cock was so hard against his jeans, it wouldn’t have shocked him if his zipper had unzipped on its own. He wanted her, more than ever, and he was determined to have her. The only question was how. Did he want to take her pussy? Or fuck her sweet, dark hole?
And yet, the most important thing was that he helped her get past her pain.
She ducked her head, and as difficult as it was, he and his brother remained quiet. It had to be her decision. Resistance play was a difficult step for some women.
“I know you’d never hurt me. Besides, I’m a pretty tough girl.”
“We know you are. Maybe even better than you do.”
When she lifted her head again and met first Destin’s, then his gaze, Paul knew she’d made her decision.
“Would this give you pleasure?”
Aw, shit. She couldn’t have said anything sexier. “It’s you who has to make the decision to try.”
She gave him a cocky, all-too-confident smirk. “I get a head start. Agreed?”
Destin’s laugh was filled with hunger. “Anything you want, sugar.”
She was up and moving a second later. Destin started after her, then he was on his feet and chasing her.
With any other sub, Paul would’ve worried that they were going too fast. But he couldn’t shake the impression that she needed an act of major proportions to knock her off her feet—even if that meant he had to literally knock her off her feet. He was prepared to do anything to get her to open up.
He raced to keep pace with Destin. His brother wasn’t running as fast as he could. Instead, they’d give her the lead and let her get winded first.
Georgia dashed around a large tree and they could’ve each easily taken a side to catch her between them, but again, they didn’t push. The act of running would help her emotions rise to the surface.
* * * *
They weren’t really trying to catch her. Georgia wasn’t a fast runner and it didn’t take her long to figure out that they were toying with her. Her police training helped out and she was in great shape. She kept her breathing regular and watched for ways to stay one step ahead of them.
Her laughing at every other spin and turn didn’t help, though. Playing chase with the men she cared for was fun.