Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(55)

"I have an idea and I'd appreciate you listening." Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and she was surprised she couldn't hear it. But she couldn't shy away. She was done being the good girl. She was done playing by anyone's rules but her own. She was more than ready to find out who Kinley Kohl really was and what she was capable of. "I want to trade."

Dominic stepped closer, scowling. "Trade?"

"You need my help with your case against Greg. Fine. I'm willing, but I want something in return."

Law's mouth turned down. "What is it?"

"Knowledge."

Dominic turned to both of his partners with a shrug, then back to her. "What kind of knowledge?"

Kinley bit her lip. Was this stupid? Maybe, but she was still going to do it because she wanted-needed-this. "About sex."

The words dropped inside the room like a bomb, and the silence that followed in the aftermath seemed to go on forever.

"Sex?" Riley finally asked, his tone intimating that she had to be kidding.

"Exactly." Kinley dragged in a rough breath. "I would like to trade information about my charity and Greg for information about sex."

"You want to watch a video?" Riley asked incredulously.

"No." Law shot his brother a dirty look. "She's not asking for a porn flick, idiot. She wants to talk about sex."

There was a bit more to it than that. Were they really going to make her say it? "I want to maybe, probably … a-almost certainly actually have sex."

Kinley resisted the urge to slam her eyes shut and pray they didn't laugh.

Instead, Dominic stared a hole through her. "Let me see if I've got this right. You want to trade information for a good fucking?"

God, when he put it that way, she felt two feet tall. And she was done feeling like crap about herself. "If I'm not putting you out too much or making you do something against your will, yes. I would like to exchange what little I understand about what's happening with Hope House for first-hand sexual knowledge."

"Why not just ask us if we want to go to bed?" Law asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"I want to have sex with men who know what they're doing. And I don't expect something for nothing. I know that everything comes with a price."

"You said men." Dominic emphasized the word with a hard edge.

"Yes." She needed to make herself clear. "I don't know anything about sex. It seems to me that I wouldn't have been deceived by the people who are supposed to love me if I wasn't so naïve. Maybe if I'd been more worldly, I would have realized that my sister was sleeping with Greg. Maybe if I knew what good sex was, I would have admitted to myself sooner that I had no interest in him and stopped fooling myself that marriage between us would work. Maybe if I wasn't a naïve little virgin, I wouldn't be here."



       
         
       
        

Those weren't her only reasons, but the ones the guys needed to hear. Kinley ached to know what it felt like to be in their bed. God, she wanted that so badly. The days she'd been with them seemed surreal. She'd been terrified, then surprised. They'd confronted her with realities that had broken her heart. Before she could go back and deal with the real world-where she faced the likely loss of her family and her charity-she needed a few moments of pure fantasy.

"You read the evidence?" Dominic remained still as a statue, his eyes cold on her.

"Yes. I still don't know exactly what he's doing, but it's obvious that he's using Hope House for something nefarious. If you ask the right questions, we might be able to find answers. I suspect you don't want to go to the feds until you actually know what he plotted."

Dominic nodded. "I don't want to give him any wiggle room or loopholes to jump through."

"Though he's likely covering his ass right now," Riley explained. "He would have started the minute the police identified Law on that tape. I know the media is keeping his identity quiet because Kellan is handling it, but Greg knows who Dominic works with, so he knows who has you. It's another reason we moved your accountant. He's under watch at Black Oak Oil offices. We have some friends who can make sure he doesn't have a convenient accident or house fire."

"So you can see just how serious all of this is?" Dominic asked.

"Yes. Of course."

He huffed, an oddly aristocratic sound. "And yet you want to negotiate for sex? You want to sell your body to us, like you tried to do with Greg? Is that all you know how to do?"

Shame flooded her. Somehow she'd expected them to jump on the offer. It was just sex, after all. Men were supposed to really enjoy it. Kinley didn't know what to say.