Cash laughed, then leaned down enough so he could kiss me on the mouth. He was still kissing me when he laid me on the bed.
Their bed.
Cash’s heavy body came to rest on top of mine. It should have been weird that I was naked and he wasn’t, but I found that his jeans were doing delicious things to my private parts. I could feel the bulge of his erection behind the denim, but I chose not to think too much on it, since I remembered how big Cash was from when Sage had been sucking him off in the motel room the night of the wedding.
“Are you ready for some more?” Cash asked.
I nodded because I really was. Yes, I was nervous and I knew it would hurt, but there’d been something amazing about having Sage’s fingers inside me.
“If there’s anything you don’t want, all you have to do is tell us to stop and we will.”
I nodded again. “I trust you,” I said softly.
I was rewarded with a sweet, searching kiss.
“I need to make this perfect for Sage too,” Cash added.
I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but it didn’t matter, because that was what I wanted too. “Anything,” I said, and I meant it. I might not need the same things Sage did outside of the bedroom, or even in it, but I knew Cash well enough to know that he’d never push me beyond my own boundaries. He could give us both what we needed, even if those needs weren’t the same.
It was one of the many things I loved about him.
“I love you,” I told him as he began to pull back, presumably to lift off me.
“I love you too, Daisy. So much,” he said with a shake of his head. He gave me one more gentle kiss, then stood. He eased me to a sitting position, then turned his focus on Sage, who looked tense.
“I think you should be the one to—” Sage began, but Cash cut him off with a hard kiss.
“Get undressed,” he said firmly. “Show Daisy how hard she’s made you.”
Sage had turned the lights on in the room, so I could see every expression play over his features.
Namely relief.
But there was something else in his eyes. It was the same thing I’d seen the night of the wedding in the motel room. It was more than relief or a desire to please. I couldn’t exactly explain it. But whatever it was, it had Sage’s fingers moving quickly to pull his clothes off.
Sage was a beautiful man. He was fit and toned. I couldn’t help but focus on his cock, which looked red and angry.
And there was fluid seeping from the top of it.
I felt my mouth water at the sight of it.
“Now me,” Cash ordered.
Cash did little to help Sage undress him. Cash was significantly bigger than Sage. I loved the contrast of his darker skin tone to Sage’s paler hue. There was so much raw power in Cash’s hand’s, but when they reached for Sage’s face after he’d undressed him, his touch was gentle.
Reverent, almost.
He’d been that way with me, too. My nipples automatically tightened as I remembered how his fingers had felt on me… his mouth.
Oh God, I could already feel that emptiness inside of me starting to build. I squirmed as I felt moisture seeping from my privates. Jesus, I was going to end up leaving a spot on their bedding.
“Look at her,” Cash whispered as his hand slid up and down Sage’s back. Both men were staring at me. Their open hunger did nothing to ease my building need. “She’s going to be so wet and tight when you slide into her for the first time, baby,” he said to Sage.
Sage stiffened, then looked at Cash. “No, Cash, it should be you. I don’t want to hurt her.”
Cash’s big hand landed on Sage’s ass with a resounding smack, then he grabbed him and dragged him against his big body. His other hand fisted in Sage’s hair and he forced his head back. “Are you trying to tell me how this is going to go?” Cash asked, his voice low and dangerous.
I should have been bothered by what was happening, but I wasn’t.
Because I could see what it was doing for Sage. His whole body visibly relaxed and his dick leaked more of that clear fluid. His fingers pressed into Cash’s arms and he let out a little whimper of excitement.
“No, Sir, I’m sorry.”
The apology wasn’t a real one – not in the sense that I thought Sage was actually upset. More like it was part of the game they were playing.
Though that word didn’t seem like the right one for what was happening between them. It was like a dance.
And it was beautiful.
It was like Cash had said when he’d explained it to me. While it looked like Cash was the one with all the power, Sage’s surrender was such that I knew he was the one in control. If there’d been even a hint of actual fear in his eyes, I had no doubt the whole thing would have come to a crashing halt, and Cash would have been the one stopping it.