“Bullshit,” she said, loud and clear. “It’s part of who you are. While I appreciate the time to adjust, I think I’m there and ready to move on.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I am too,” she insisted. “And that also goes for the ménage in our ménage a trois.”
“What’s made you so bold and brave all of a sudden?” Samson responded, waiting for her to speak, proud of the fearlessness twinkling in her gaze.
“I never said I wasn’t intrigued by some…okay, more than some, of what I saw at Hazelle House a few weeks ago. That doesn’t mean I want you to whip me, but I would try some light kinky play in private, and…maybe we could work up to playing at the club, too. And you kept your word about letting me set the pace in our ménage.” Her cheeks suffused with color as she lowered her voice and added, “I enjoyed what you did last night with your fingers. Remember?”
He enjoyed watching her try to couch it in terms she was comfortable with. Their Cassie was by no means a prude, but she had a hard time with talking dirty. “Which part?”
“You’re going to make me say it out loud, you jerk?” she asked and then giggled. “Fine, I enjoyed it when you played with my ass. Happy?”
He hardened as he remembered how hard she’d come as he’d teased her rear opening while taking her from behind. She’d been sucking Ivan’s cock and the intensity of her moans and howls had set his brother off as well.
“Very happy. And yes, I remember, chiquita. We’d need to do that some more before we’d try double penetration. Bill never tried anal with you, did he?” Samson already knew the answer since her ass had been tight as a virgin’s, a thought that made him shiver with anticipation.
“Are you kidding?” she asked and then smirked as she picked up her wineglass and sipped from her sangria. “I never trusted him enough to suggest it, and if I had, he probably would’ve been revolted and gone out of his way to make me feel like a deviant.”
Ivan stroked her back and said, “His loss and our gain.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I want all of it,” she said, and then her focus drifted across the club to the entryway, and she smiled and waved at a group that had just come in.
He could envision her so easily between him and Ivan. She was strong and could take them both, even though his knee twinged as if he needed the reminder he wasn’t as flexible as he used to be. Cassie had been true to what she’d said about looking into yoga classes and planned to join a group in Divine after the new year started, and he thought he might possibly join her.
Cassie looked up at him, her brow furrowed as if she was endeavoring to read his mind, and then a grin that was part seductive and part evil bowed her lips. Under the table, she slowly slid her hand up his thigh, stopping short of his tingling shaft. “I love knowing you’re protective of me. I know you’ll take good care of me, and I’ll put all the control in your capable hands.” She patted Ivan’s hand to let him know she meant him, too. “When you think I’m ready.”
The temptress. She knew he was already thinking about, orchestrating the beginning, middle, and outcome. He nodded and then kissed her.
“Thank you for not making me beg for it,” she said, her eyes sparkling.
Ivan took one look at him and curved his fingers over his lips to hide his grin.
Samson smoothed a curl back from her cheek. “Oh, you’ll be begging if I have my way.”
To her credit, she didn’t act alarmed. She just laughed. “Why is it that doesn’t surprise or worry me?” Then she leaned forward, love glowing in her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard.
He denied the urge to pull her into his lap, unsure of how sturdy the tall night club chairs were and unwilling to take her out of Ivan’s reach at the moment. His slid his fingertips across her throat and kissed her until her pulse was racing beneath his fingers. When he released her, he murmured, “I think Ivan would like a dance with you.”
Ivan nodded as he got up from his chair, giving his cock a subtle adjustment. “Not that watching you two together isn’t plenty of fun.” The fact that Ivan had been turned on by watching them without getting jealous was to his credit. There were times when Samson grew impatient for her attention when she focused on Ivan, but he’d known going in that there would be adjustments made by all three of them and didn’t begrudge Ivan the time with her in his arms. He’d been turned on watching Ivan make love to her the night before, and that said everything. It was about give and take.