The Secret (Winslow Brothers 3)

I nod, though if I trusted myself to speak, there’d be more to the story. The idea of trying it with him excites me. I’ve never really been the type of girl who was into anything like this, but for some reason, with Ty, the idea is thrilling.

“Any other reason?”

“Because I want to feel full. Back there. While you’re inside me.” And because when you said my ass was yours, it made me feel crazy. But in the best way.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

“Yeah?” My heart starts up one hell of a pounding rhythm inside my chest. “Like, right now?”

“Yes.” One word and I feel like I might start panting like a dog.

Oh, holy moly! It’s happening! Everyone calm down! It’s happening! My insides are a Michael Scott GIF come to life.

“Hold this.” He sets the plug in my hands, and it’s cold and smooth and only making me more excited about what he’s going to do with it.

And then he’s up from the couch, with me still in his arms, and carrying us into the bedroom.

Once he’s standing beside the bed, he lowers me to my feet and takes the plug from my hands. He sets it down on the bed and then removes my shirt, my jeans, my panties, and he doesn’t stop until I’m standing before him, completely naked.

“Get on the bed. On all fours. With that glorious ass of yours pointed toward me.”

I swallow but follow his command. At the end of the day, I know Ty Winslow is a safe space, no matter what we’re trying. I climb onto the bed, and once I’m in the position, I wait for his next move.

He doesn’t do anything right away. Instead, I can just feel him behind me, watching me, taking me in, and a rush of arousal makes itself known between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, closer now. And then his warm hands are on me, touching me. They start a path from my shoulders and skate down my back, over my ass, and behind my thighs, until they move right back to my ass and squeeze.

My head falls forward on its own, and a silent moan opens my mouth.

He slides one of his fingers to the one spot the plug is supposed to go and delicately circles the area in such a way that my hips squirm against the foreign sensation.

I’ve never done anything like this, never had anyone touch me there besides him when we had sex on the couch in his office. But here I am, wanting this—wanting to take it further—with Ty.

That devious finger of his makes a path toward the front of my thighs. It rubs along my clit, and then it’s inside me, where his cock has been what feels like a million times, but also, not enough times.

I moan and writhe, and I can feel myself getting wetter as he slides his finger in and out of me.

When he pulls that finger away, I whimper.

And I almost ask him to go back to what he was doing, but his finger is back at my ass, and then slowly, gently, it makes its way inside me. Inside my ass. The intensity and tremors of pleasure are unexpected. It feels bad and forbidden, but fuck, I think that’s what’s making it feel so good.

I chose this. Me. No one else. I chose it because I wanted it, and the thrill of all of that coming to fruition is downright exhilarating.

My hips shift back and forth, almost as if I’m trying to push his finger deeper inside me, and Ty growls out his approval. “That’s a good girl.”

Damn. Why does this feel so good?

Because it’s with him.

With his other hand, he glides his fingers between my thighs, across my clit, and then pushes one inside me there too. “You’re so wet,” he whispers. “So wet and so ready.”

My breaths come out in tiny pants when he pulls both of his fingers out of me and picks up the plug from the mattress. But he doesn’t put it inside me. No. Instead, he steps to my right and holds it toward my mouth.

“Suck,” he says, his voice all raspy yet stern. “Make it wet so I can stick it in your ass.”

Holy moly.

I don’t hesitate to follow his command, sucking the glass plug into my mouth.

“That fucking mouth of yours,” he whispers, and with his free hand, he rubs two fingers over my lips that are now wrapped around the base of the plug. “I think I’m going to need them on my cock soon.”

My body jolts at his words. A moan pushes past my throat, and it is muffled by only the plug that’s in my mouth. And all I can do is suck it harder, letting my tongue slide around the now warm and smooth surface.