Deacon laughed. “No, it makes you sexually evolved. Willing to try everything you can. Exploring something new isn’t weird. Enjoying it means you know how to handle your body and ours.”
His words made her feel more triumph than she expected. “How many levels?” she asked.
Cole blinked. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
Deacon slid off the bed walking around to where his suitcase was. They were staying in his room. “I think I can.”
He pulled out a velvet bag and dumped the contents on the rumpled sheets in front of them.
Abby gawked at the display. She had never seen toys like these in her life. But she knew they were all for anal play. All of them.
“If you can take this one,” He held up a wide rubber cock. “I think you’ll be fine.”
Abby’s jaw dropped. It was huge, but still not as huge as either Cole or Deacon. “That’s going there?”
He nodded. “See? Baby steps. Let’s take it slow and have fun with it. No rush. It will be epic. We want you to remember it because of how much you loved it, not because of how much it hurt. Get it?”
He began to repack his toy bag. Cole picked up the phone to place the dinner menu.
“Want to take a bath before dinner is served?” he asked. “I think there will be plenty of time. I have a few other calls to return before the meeting tomorrow.”
Deacon appeared at the side of the bed, scooping her into his arms. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. “I think I’ve got this. You get dinner and drinks started.”
Cole smiled and turned his attention to the phone.
Deacon carried her into his oversized spa-like bathroom.
“This is ok with Cole?” She didn’t know how it was supposed to work. Sharing was being defined in new ways in Vegas.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
He started the shower, punching in the temperature controls and setting the lighting, so the shower glowed. It looked like there were candles on the other side of the glass walls. It was amazing.
“Because you and I are alone. I don’t know. It’s ok? Is this considered cheating? Is he fine with it?”
He nodded, closing the shower door behind him. “We both want alone time with you. And no one gets mad or jealous. It’s not cheating.”
She felt the rush of hot water trickle over her skin. Deacon rushed for the soap behind her. He poured a dab between his palms and began to lather it over her shoulders, letting his hands trail farther south.
“So we can have sex?” she asked, realizing how naïve her question sounded.
He nodded. “Yes, we can have all the sex we want. I can take you to be every day if you want.” His dark stare made her heart thud. “Do you want that? You want me insi
de you every day?”
“I think so.” She could barely breathe. Deacon was intense in everything he did.
He continued to wash her body with strokes the massaged the bubbles into her skin.
“You’re different than I thought you were.” Abby’s eyes met his.
He massaged her nipples, bringing them to life under his touch. “How so?”
It was hard to concentrate when he focused on her body like this.
“I thought you were a dick. But you aren’t. You’re sweet. You’re caring. You’re gentle with me.”
His hands locked around her hips. She felt his fingers slide into place.