"Smooth, Law. Very smooth." Dominic rolled his eyes, then brushed her hair from her face with a gentle hand. "Pet, what my partner is trying to explain very badly is that we had easy relationships with women we liked."
"This isn't an easy relationship?"
"Given that most of America thinks we kidnapped you, no," Dominic explained. "I should walk away but I can't. That should tell you something."
"His willpower is usually iron," Law added with a nod.
"But we want you to understand that our sharing you isn't going to stop. It's what we do. You could very likely make a play for one of us. Perhaps you could even take him, but he would always miss this."
"I would never-"
"Even after the people in your life start to tell you it's wrong?"
"Why is it wrong?" Kinley countered. "We aren't hurting anyone. If we want to make each other feel good and we share some affection and respect, I really don't see how our bedroom activities are anyone else's business."
Dominic gripped her wrist, stopped the stroke of her palm. Instead, he dragged it to his lips and laid a tender kiss in the center. "It isn't. Now, lie back. It's our turn to touch you."
Kinley practically floated back to the mattress. She looked so warm and feminine lying there. Law covered her breast with his hand, loving its round weight and lush curves.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked about other women."
She smiled. "I asked because I want to know you. You talk about those other women fondly. You didn't just use them and toss them away. You actually liked them."
"Mostly," he admitted. "Sometimes I went along because Dominic or Riley wanted someone, but that's not the case with you."
"And I'm certainly not with you simply because Law wants me here." Dominic settled on his knees. "I'm here because I can't fucking resist you. And I won't wait another second to get a real taste."
As Law kissed his way down her neck, he admitted that he was already completely addicted to her. And now it was Dominic's turn.
Chapter Eleven
Kinley was drowning in pure sensation. From the soft comforter at her back, to Law's warm hands on her body, then Dominic's fingers wrapped around her ankles-all of that combined to overload her senses.
Law kissed his way down to her breasts. She could feel her nipples engorging and beading, straining for his attention.
Dominic spread her legs wide. The cool air stroked her overheated pussy just before he did. "It seems you enjoyed touching us, pet. You're creamy and wet."
"I did, Sir." In fact, she'd loved touching them.
Kinley had been surprised at how silky the skin covering their cocks felt, but the flesh underneath had been rock hard, proof of their desire for her. It had seemed a bit unreal for these two beautiful men to stand still and allow her to explore their bodies. It had been the single most erotic experience of her life.
Until now.
Dominic breathed in her scent like it was an intoxicating perfume. With a firm grip, he lifted her thighs, spreading her open even more.
"And you smell delicious." His low voice rumbled with passion, with possession.
Kinley doubted that.
The thought had barely cleared her head when Dominic descended, his mouth covering her mound, his tongue delving past her slick folds to her most sensitive, nerve-rich spots. She bucked against the electric jolt of desire that seared her veins and screamed.
Law tightened his grasp on her immediately, holding her down and still. "Don't move. Dominic is eating your pussy like you're his favorite dessert, baby. Let him. Don't interrupt a man who's enjoying his sweets."
She couldn't imagine half the women she knew allowing this. They'd call it dirty. So why did it feel like heaven? Nothing in her life had ever felt as pleasurable as Dominic suckling her clitoris and laving her affectionately with his tongue.
"That's it, baby," Law murmured against her skin. "Just lie back and let us have you."
She was giving herself over to the very men who had kidnapped her. Though that should seem terribly wrong, it felt so perfectly right.
What would people say if she gave her virginity to two of her captors? The press was covering this story. Who knew what they'd dig up and air in the name of journalism and truth?
Kinley forced herself to relax. There would be plenty of time later for self-recrimination, probably a lifetime of it. Now, she wanted pleasure, to feel like a woman, to make her own choices. She wanted to know why her friends blushed when their husbands or lovers entered the room, be able to share in their talk about passion. Because chances were, when her time with these men was over, she'd probably return home alone. There would be no more passion, and she would have to figure out how to be the same old Kinley again-the one who served those around her without much thought to her own wants and needs. What she did today wasn't anyone's business but hers.