Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. His fingers pumped in and out, building to a furious pace.

“Use your hand too, since I can’t use both of mine. Help me get you off.”

I was eager to obey the command. My left hand rubbed my clit while his fingers slammed inside me, making my grip tighten on the door. The need took hold, forced my hips to match his rhythm while I touched myself shamelessly. I probably should have been worried about his focus being on the road, but . . . shit. I felt completely out of control. A willing slave to the desire for him, that built, and built . . .

“I need permission—”

“Yes,” he said. “I can’t wait to come inside that pussy.”

The realization that that was going to happen was his final push to send me over the cliff and tumble into an orgasm that was like a bite right on my center. I cried out and shoved his hand away, overly sensitive to his touch, shuddering on his leather seat.

He parked and turned the car off, turning his focus to me, watching the aftershocks of my orgasm rock my body. I closed my eyes, letting the blood rushing in my ears quiet some. I was surprised to see him still sitting there, watching me. He’d always moved so quickly to get my door.

“Is everything okay?” I put a hand on his cheek.

“I just need a minute, is all.” For his massive erection to go away. “I don’t think you realize how much I like watching you come.”

“Probably not as much as I like you doing it. You’re pretty good at it.”

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He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, just to the side of my lips. Frustration was immediate. I missed his lips on mine.

“I give up, Logan. Please, kiss me.”

He had a look like it was a bittersweet victory, and his eyes went clear. “Tomorrow. If you’re a good girl.” He threw open his door and rounded the car, leaving me stunned and full of anticipation.

Payton could wear anything and look good. She had on a low-cut ivory sequined top and black tuxedo jacket, paired with jeans that looked like they’d been handcrafted for her. She spent hours in the gym every other day, and it showed.

Logan was attracted to her. Just about every person in the bar was, and it wasn’t a big deal. I was used to it. I appreciated Logan’s attempt to not stare at her full breasts that were teasing out of the top of her shirt.

“You paid big money to sleep with my girl, here,” Payton said.

“It was well spent,” he replied.

A smile grew on her face. “So I’ve heard from both Evie and Tara.”

He glanced at me, confused. He hadn’t heard that name before.

“Tara was the woman in the room with us,” I said in a hushed voice. I wasn’t ashamed of it, but still not comfortable saying it out loud.

“She had nice things to say about you, Logan.” Payton toyed with the straw in her drink. “Very nice things to say about Evie.”

“Can we, like, not talk about that?” I shifted on my feet in the yellow heels that were amazing and torturous.

“Nope,” she said, setting her sights back on Logan. “First threesome for you?”

My mouth hung open and I had to make an effort to shut it. I hadn’t asked him that when I had the chance. And now I realized there were a whole bunch of other questions I should have asked. When he’d lost his virginity. Craziest place he’d done it. How many girls had let him go in the back.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t really what I’d consider a threesome.”

Payton nodded. “Because you couldn’t touch. Yeah, that’s extra. Like, double extra.”

“Does that happen a lot?” he asked.

“No, usually if it’s a three-way, the guy brings in his girlfriend or wife. Paying for one girl’s expensive enough.”