Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“I love the way you look while you’re sucking my cock,” he whispered. I moaned loudly, and the vibration made him issue a sexy moan.

My eyelids fell closed. The crescendo inside me swelled until it was too powerful, and I succumbed to it, surrendering everything with what would have been a scream if my mouth wasn’t occupied. The pleasure started at my toes and rolled upward, through my knees and hips and up, up, up. Hands clasped around my head and he drove into my mouth, deep enough that he slammed into the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he cried. “Shit . . . shit, shit!”

His hot, thick liquid filled my mouth and rolled down my throat, and I swallowed it, still quaking around him. My eyes fluttered open to find him staring down at me with that intense expression I so loved from him. He was devastatingly handsome, the most beautiful in this moment.

I’d made it rather clear I’d come, and Payton’s mouth had ceased. The bed shifted as she sat back, but right before I got a look, Logan tugged the blindfold down, stealing my vision and my breath in an instant. His zipper rang out once more, but this time it was to do his jeans back up, and I jostled when he stepped off of the bed.

No one spoke, no one moved, leaving me with the impression they were both waiting for me to. But I was still shuddering, and naked, and felt too vulnerable to do anything. Hair swept across my chest and her lips caressed mine.

“Will you share him with me?” she asked.

Blank. That’s what my mind went. It felt like ten seconds had passed from the moment I realized Logan was in the room up until now. Nowhere near enough time to consider whether or not I was okay with a full-on threesome.

“I need more tequila,” I said, avoiding answering.

“Payton, do you mind? Give us a minute,” he said. She made hardly any noise as she departed to the kitchen. I could feel the hesitation in him as he sat on the edge of the bed. The first words out of my mouth had been “Happy birthday,” so he had to have assumed I was gifting him a three-way. Was I okay with doing that? She obviously was.

“Do you want to be shared?” I asked him.

His hands cupped my face gently and he feathered a kiss on my lips. “You’re more than enough for me, you know that, right? But . . . I’m definitely up for whatever.”

I appreciated his skill at sounding indifferent, but he was a man, after all. I knew he wanted it, and he’d said he’d never had one. Men paid thousands of dollars for Payton, and he had paid thousands for me. Both of us at once? How could he not want that?

“What are you thinking?” His mouth danced across my collarbone, working lower.

I had already gone down on another woman in front of him, so the idea of returning the favor on Payton wasn’t much of an issue. Honestly, I had already considered that a possibility, depending on how much both of them wanted to recreate that night at the club. She knew it, even without discussing it, because we knew each other so well. And Payton was stunningly beautiful, plus she certainly knew how to have no-strings-attached sex. But sharing him?

“She’s a professional,” I said.

“You’re worried I’ll like it better with her?” He licked the side of my breast. “Not fucking possible. You are mine, and I am yours.” The mouth on me trailed wet, open kisses from one nipple to the other, teasing me with teeth. “I’m yours to share, or to keep just for yourself.”

I loved him so completely, and knew his words were true. “Take off the blindfold,” I said, quietly.

He pushed it up onto my forehead and I blinked. The sun had set, but it was still bright enough outside to heat the room with light. Logan sat beside me, leaning close, one hand on the bed on either side of my body, his gaze searing and full of love.

“Okay,” I whispered. “But . . . I have rules.”

It was like all the air drained from his lungs. Then his mouth crashed into mine with a kiss that dripped with lust and desire and sin, and I knew instantly I wasn’t going to regret this choice.

“Payton,” he said, his voice raised so she could hear. “Can you join us?”

She sauntered in, clutching the bottle of tequila by the neck, her eyes searching my face for confirmation.

“I have rules,” I repeated.

She took a swig off of the bottle, and he held out a hand, requesting she pass it to him. It was so he could take a long pull on it, not me. He set the bottle on his side table, and his deep, intense gaze locked with mine.

“You can’t kiss her, not on the lips,” I said. That was actually one of Payton’s rules anyway. The one thing she didn’t check on her willing list.

He gave me a wicked smile, like he was pleased I wanted to save that for myself.

“What else?” he asked. I hesitated, unsure of how to put it into words. His voice fell to a hush when his mouth returned to my breasts. “Tell me, Evie.”

“You have to wear a condom with her.” I felt like I needed to explain further. “That connection with nothing between us? It’s only with me.”

“Yes,” he said instantly.