Blaze’s eyes heat up. “You think I’m giving you a choice, Pandora?” He cups my breast and squeezes, eliciting another gasp from me. “I don’t see your knife anywhere, either. You’re completely at our mercy.”
“Just because you can’t see the knife, doesn’t mean it’s not there,” I say, and both of them freeze.
“Um,” Asch says, giving me a complete once over. I’m completelynaked at this point, wearing nothing but my high heels. “There’s no way that’s on you.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “You haven’t searchedeverywhere, now have you?”
“Guess we’ll need to do a thorough check,” Asch says, though he doesn’t feel like he’s relaxed too much. “Make sure you aren’t hiding it somewhere…” He slides a hand down, covering my cunt with his hand. “…intimate.”
“Oh no, officer, please don’t!” I exclaim.
I hear Blaze snort in amusement, right before he grabs my hair and pulls sharply. I groan at the beautiful pain.
“You’re awfully mouthy for a naked woman,” Blaze growls.
“Mouthy is better than toothful,” I suggest. “For your cock, I mean.”
Blaze cracks up, loosening his hold while his body shudders with his laughter.
Asch takes the opportunity to reposition me, spreading my legs, and I gasp sharply when he slides a finger inside of me. “Hmm,” he says in my ear. “Can’t feel anything yet.”
“You might have to go deeper,” I say helpfully. “You have no idea what things I might have hidden up my… box.”
Blaze suddenly releases me, still laughing, and I end up falling backwards without him to steady me. Asch manages to catch my arm and keep me from knocking my head against the floor. He helps right me, and I turn to glare at Blaze.
“What gives?” I demand.
Blaze holds up a hand, but it takes him a few more seconds to stop laughing. “Sorry. I don’t know why… You got on my case about Pandora’s box jokes, then you make one yourself?”
“Oh, come on, they’re so obvious.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Are you done? Otherwise Asch and I will go to the bedroom all on our own?—”
Blaze stands up taller and grabs me by the waist, scooping me up into his arms in a bridal carry. I yelp and wrap my arms around hisshoulders. I’m tall enough that most guys don’t try this with me, but I can’t deny that I’m absolutely delighted.
“Come on, then,” Blaze says. “She’s been thoroughly checked? No knives or any other deadly devices in her pussy?”
“None that I could find… But I could’ve missed something,” Asch muses, following us toward the bedroom.
It’s as opulent as the living area of the suite, with a very large bed that will easily fit all three of us. It’s so different from my tiny dorm bed, and I’m already imagining all the acrobatic things we can do in here.
Too bad River didn’t decide to join.
“Did you two really think I’d put a knife up there?” I ask. I poke Blaze’s cheek. “I’m wild, not stupid.”
Blaze rolls his eyes. “I’ve learned not to have any preconceptions about what you would or would not do, Pandora.” Then he drops me onto the bed, no fanfare at all.
I kick off my high heels, one of them flying in Asch’s direction. He manages to catch it before it hits his chest, then tosses it onto the floor.
“Careful,” he warns, but he’s grinning at me. He slides his shirt from his shoulders, unfastening his pants as he stalks toward the bed. He stops at the foot of it, studying me. “Should’ve left the heels on.”
“You like that?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows. “Me, naked, in nothing but fancy shoes that force my calves and ass to tighten up?”
“You should see the porn he watches,” Blaze says. He sets his jacket and shirt down on the dresser, then takes his shoes and socks off. “It’s all these high-class chicks in expensive outfits. Well, expensive for porn.”
I have to admit, I didn’t expect that at all.
Asch’s cheeks flush red, but he shrugs. “Guilty,” he says. “You know what else I like, Pandora?” He continues to undress, setting all of his clothes aside with deliberation instead of the careless way they’d gotten rid of my clothing.
His brown hair is already tousled, and I can’t wait to bury my fingers in it and muss it even more.
