He led her effortlessly. This was what he was offering her. He would assume control. He and Callum, and if she allowed him, Oliver, too. They would take control, surround and protect her. All she had to do was hold them tight and let go of everything else.
Tori wasn't certain she could manage that in the long run, but for a night … Yes, she could have her night with them.
The music invaded her soul as she let Rory steer them around and around. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as he swept her into euphoria. Tori felt safe with his arms around her. Nothing else mattered-or existed-except Rory and the cresting music enveloping them. A thrill went through her like nothing she'd felt before. She couldn't help but smile because he was so beautiful and he made her feel alive.
The music began to wind down, and Tori wished it would lilt on longer. As Rory started to slow, she realized everyone stared at them. The people on the dance floor had stopped to watch her and Rory. But he didn't pay them any mind. His eyes were steady on her as he finished the dance with a flourish. The crowd around them applauded.
Piper stood nearby, grinning broadly. When she caught Tori's eye, she winked. More flashbulbs burst in the dim room. The speculative whispers started all around them again.
Tori tensed.
"Relax. Smile." Rory eased her off his feet. "They're watching us because we're lovely and I'm a brilliant dancer. Could have gone pro if I wanted to, but I decided one full-of-himself celebrity in the family was enough." He grinned, then nodded to the crowd. "Thank you."
"That's not a nice way to talk about your brother." Maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but talking about Callum was better than acknowledging all the stares on them.
"It's true. Did you know that one year he gave us all signed footballs for Christmas?" Rory started to lead her off the dance floor.
Her heart still pounded, her mind whirling from the excitement. And her nipples were hard just from being so close to him. She hoped no one noticed. "I'm sure he simply didn't have time to be more personal."
His fingers laced through hers. "He makes the time now. I shoved that damn thing up his arse, and now he's more thoughtful. You'll have to be that way with Callum from time to time. He doesn't always think. Put him on his arse when he requires it and everything will run smoothly. Outside the bedroom, of course. He won't take orders when you're intimate, but you'll have a good deal of control with him in the real world. It's Oliver you'll have to worry about. He's the one who'll tell you everything is fine when his world is falling apart."
She had to protest. "But I'm not-"
"Don't let him get away with it," Rory kept on as if she hadn't spoken at all. "Fine is like his safe word. When he uses it, everything needs to stop."
"Safe word?" She knew that meant a word the submissive used if she'd had too much of a punishment or got scared.
Rory stopped and turned, looming over her like a gorgeous Viking god. "Yes. I was joking about Oliver's-mostly. But you should choose yours. You'll need one very soon."
Her dress suddenly felt way too tight. "I don't think any of this is a good idea."
Heat and desire lit his blue eyes as his fingers tightened around hers. "Don't be scared. Everything we'll do to you is designed to bring you pleasure and draw us closer together. I've trained for this day."
"But you … I-I didn't know you wanted me."
"I fought like hell to hide how I felt. The first time I went to a club, I thought I could rid myself of my desire for you. I followed Callum, seeking a sub who looked like you. I planned to purge myself so I could help Oliver find his way. I found a pretty sub with hair like yours and I trained with her. I learned everything necessary but I felt almost nothing because she wasn't you. I couldn't muster any desire whatsoever to touch her in a sexual way because the minute you walked in the door, I belonged to you. I don't know why or how, but I haven't looked at another woman since we met. I know Oliver hurt you, but I can't help but be happy because it forced Callum and me to come to terms. I think in the end, that's exactly what Oliver needed to be comfortable with our marriage."
"M-marriage?" She squeaked out the word.
Tori didn't ask if he was serious. His weight and the heat of his dark stare told her he was.
"Yes, don't think for a second that I'll settle for anything less. I love you, Tori."
She so wasn't ready for that. She didn't know how to believe it. Sex was easier. One night with the three of them was something she could conceive of. "I'm not thinking of the future. I'm honestly not thinking of anything at all, Rory. I can't. I'm not staying here."