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“This is a surprise request. If you’re uncomfortable spending your evening with these three men, I’ll make other arrangements for you.” Hunter ignored my dark scowl. “It’s up to you, babe.”
Finally, she spoke. “I can use my safe word at any time to make it all stop?”
She was asking Hunter but I stepped closer to her and answered. “Say the word and we’ll help you get dressed and walk out. I don’t see that happening, though, angel. I’m going to make damn sure you enjoy yourself tonight and that you only beg for mercy from coming so many times.”
CHAPTER 2
Reagan
Five hours earlier I’d been crying into a Stauffer’s mac and cheese over another failed relationship. How in the hell in just five hours did I go from a frozen dinner to having a sexy cowboy tell me I was going to beg for mercy from all the orgasms he was going to give me? I was in so far over my head that I couldn’t even see the surface anymore. Just call me ‘the little mermaid’.
“Okay.” I heard my voice but didn’t even realize I’d opened my mouth. Had I really just agreed to spend the night with three hot-as-sin cowboys? My heart fluttered so fast I thought I’d for sure pass out. How embarrassing. If I passed out, I wondered if they would drag my body to a dark corner and share a round of drinks until I came to.
I was going to kill Harley. She’d begged Hunter for an invitation and a chance to be auctioned off. Not me. I hadn’t known jack about shit until I was halfway through my mac and cheese. Despite thinking she could get undressed and stand on the stage I’d just left, Harley had realized pretty late in the game that she couldn’t do it. Being a no-show was a no-go, though, so there I was. Fresh out of yet another failed relationship and a family-sized meal. Swooping in to save my bestie in a nightie and my bare feet.
If I was being honest, the men standing in front of me were a far cry from who I thought I’d end my night with. I’d expected old, balding, creepy. Instead, I was getting age appropriate, lots of hair, and so sexy it should’ve been illegal. I wasn’t even sure where to look. They were so hot that my brain wasn’t even computing I was supposed to have sex with them. Me. Reagan Thorne.Me. Oh, god.
“Have a drink with us?” The one with hazel eyes held out his hand for me to take and flashed a panty-melting smile. “Then you can decide if we’re worth taking a chance on.”
Hunter gave me a reassuring nod and winked.
“Enjoy yourself.”
Then she left and I was alone with the men who’d just bought me for the night. I took Hazel Eyes’ hand and let out a soft gasp when he pulled me into his chest and wrapped an arm around my waist.
“As much as I’m loving getting to see your beautiful body, if you’d rather cover up now that you’re off the stage you can wear my shirt.” He spoke the words close to my ear and his breath tickled the sensitive skin of my neck.
Ididwant to cover up to keep the rest of the men in the room from seeing me but there was something in the way the three of them were looking at me that made me shake my head. “I’m okay.”
“You can call me W. This is T, and this is M.” He pointed to the other two men who were obviously twins. The one he called T was identical to the last one, both of them having dark blue eyes which appeared almost violet in the shadowy lighting around us. T had a crescent moon-shaped scar over his right eyebrow which set him apart.
M was the one who’d caught my attention first. His gaze was almost tangible in a room filled with rich, powerful men. Up close, that dark blue gaze was enough to make my knees tremble. He gently gripped the back of my neck and pulled me away from W. Instead of pulling me into an embrace the way W had, he used that grip to lead me across the room.
I could feel other people watching and I was twisted with mixed emotions. I liked it but I didn’t want to. I felt ashamed of what I was doing but I was almost eager to get to the rest of the night. I was shocked at myself for so easily going along with something that had sounded absolutely insane and unreal just hours earlier.
M stopped at the bar and held up three fingers to the bartender. Then he turned those serious eyes on me and moved his hand around to slip his fingers under the strap of my nightie. Slowly, methodically, he pulled it down.
“What’s your safe word, angel?”
I blushed. I hadn’t thought that part through. Of course, I’d need to share my safe word with the man who bought me for the night. Why hadn’t I chosen something sexier? Or normal? I bit my bottom lip and slowly lifted my eyes to his. “Purple people eater.”
W threw back his head and laughed while M seemed to struggle to hold back a smile. His mouth twisted and I got the impression these weren’t men who did a lot of smiling and laughing.
M shook his head and pulled the other strap off my shoulder. “Have you ever been to a place like this before?”
I shook my head.
“Ever dabbled in the lifestyle? Been with more than one man at a time?” He trailed his fingers over my shoulder as he spoke. “Ever needed to cry out ‘purple people eater’ while being paddled?”
I shook my head again but it was slower because I was being bombarded with images. Did he want to paddle me?
“Answer me out loud, angel.”
I swallowed and tried to look away to get a break from his intensity. He caught my jaw in his big hand and held me steady, though.
“No. I’ve…never.”
“You’ve been fucked, though?”
