Trust a man to put the words ‘casual’ and ‘sex’ in the same speech. The glint in Dan’s eyes told me he shared Tristan’s view. Well, I wasn’t easy, and I’d never been cheap. Not even with two bona fide hunks like these.
Loftily I informed them, “I sleep with a very select few of my regulars, but I never thought of myself as a real whore. I’m quite particular.”
Tristan’s face turned sad as if breaking terrible news. “You might not always be. Not here, not when the centuries lie before you, dulling all with the neverending monotony of death. Almost everyone here, no matter how prudish in life, turns into a whore just to fill the time.”
His hand smoothed back up my arm, curling around my shoulder, sliding to cup the back of my neck. I felt the strength in his grip and my lower parts clenched. Oh glory. I was in trouble here.
Dan looked back and forth between the two of us. “Should I leave?”
Tristan answered. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind.”
Whoa. My mind reeled as I contemplated the idea of enjoying both men at once. Okay, maybe I was easy after all. I’d never considered doing such a thing before … but then I’d never been faced with two gorgeous examples of the opposite sex willing to share before either. Were there consequences to such actions? What’s the worst that could happen to a girl who’s already dead?
I glanced at the elderly Victorian woman reading her book. I swear she hadn’t moved an inch since I’d gotten here. “She might not approve.”
Dan seemed confused for all of an instant before he saw her too. “Miss Gertrude? She’s part of the furniture, not a real spirit at all.”
Tristan grinned at the unmoving ghost. “I’d forgotten she was here. She’s a residual haunt, Brandilynn. A memory of the library, no more.”
I frowned. She sure looked real, as real as the rest of us. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. She’s been in that spot, reading that book for as long as I’ve been coming here. There’s no soul there.”
Okay, so we weren’t going to offend the old bird. Good enough. I could concentrate on interesting pursuits without worrying a book would fly across the room to smack me in the head for my harlotry.
“I’ve never been with more than one man at a time. This is really cool with you both?”
Dan nodded. I’d noticed he was a man of few words.
Tristan, a typical politician, liked to talk. “If it will take some of your pain away. You’re our only witness to the serial killer, Brandilynn. Your welfare is paramount.” He pulled me against his chest.
“How kind of you to make such a sacrifice.” My sarcasm got lost in the breathiness of my voice. He’d taken control, something I’ve always been very responsive to. Despite everything, I softened against his power.
“You’re a sub, aren’t you my dear?”
My knees turned to water. Oh darn, oh darn, oh darn. “Yes Sir,” I whispered, automatically identifying him as a Dom. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Some kinds of trouble couldn’t be gotten out of.
“A sub?” Dan stood behind me, his hands closing on my waist.
Tristan’s eyes never left mine. He held me pinned to the spot with his gaze. “A submissive. Have you ever tried BDSM, Dan?”
“Drugs were never my thing.”
Tristan barked laughter. “Oh my, Brandilynn. We have a vanilla on our hands.”
I could hear the slow anger creeping into Dan’s voice. “English, Tristan.”
“Don’t be insulted, my friend. Brandilynn, tell us your kink.”
I wondered what Dan would think. Maybe I wouldn’t have two men at once after all. Too bad. “My needs are of the lighter variety. I like bondage and being spanked.”
I liked other things too, but I thought we’d start with the easy stuff.
“Mmm-hmm,” Tristan said, his eyes evaluating me with a kind of glee. “That will work for me. I’m not a sadist. Are you a well-behaved sub or a brat?”
“I am what my Master wishes,” I said. My insides turned warm and melty with anticipation.
“I’m feeling like being obeyed to the letter today. What do you think, Dan?”
“Are we talking about tying her up? Is that the kind of thing you have going here?”
“You can tie her up if you wish. Or simply order her around.”
“And you don’t mind that, Brandilynn?”
Bless his heart, I heard the concern in Dan’s voice. “May I turn around, Sir?” I asked Tristan, my head – my entire body – already into the scene.
“Yes. Tell Dan what he needs to know.”