The Sister (The Boss 6)

Again, there was only one way to find out.

With a shaky breath, I said, “Okay. This is…kind of a big step for me.”

“For me, as well,” Neil said, and came to sit beside us, situating me between the two of them. “I suppose this will help us feel out our boundaries.”

“It will,” I agreed. “And it’ll give you something nice to watch.”

He chuckled. “Believe me, I factored that into my decision.”

“I will rely on you to help me learn what you like.” There was a grave importance behind El-Mudad’s gently spoken words that put me at ease; like Neil, he held my well-being as a sub above his own pleasure.

I moved to crawl across El-Mudad’s lap, but he stopped me. “Not like that. Not yet. On the bed, face down.”

I took the position as asked, pillowing my head on my arms and wriggling to get comfortable. His hands encircled my ankles, again, rubbing up my calves with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t tickle.

“Mmm, I get a massage, too?” I almost purred, my eyes drifting closed. “You might put me to sleep.”

“I’m sure that boosts your confidence, doesn’t it?” Neil teased him.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” I shifted restlessly as El-Mudad’s hands crept higher, to the ticklish backs of my knees.

The bed shifted, and I felt the hot, wet touch of his mouth on the back of my thigh. “You wouldn’t fall asleep, now, anyway. You’d be too afraid of missing something.”

His kisses went higher, his hands sliding my nightgown up ahead of his progress. I made a contented noise. “True. I was worried about that today.”

“Were you jealous?” Neil asked, concern in his voice.

I shook my head. “No. I was turned on, but not jealous.” No, that wasn’t entirely true. “I was a little jealous that you got to stay home and do fun stuff. But I didn’t feel like the two of you were messing around, if that was your concern.”

“That’s good.” El-Mudad kneaded the small of my back with his thumbs while pressing kisses across the curve of my ass. “Because we talked about nothing else but you all day.”

“Liar.” I gasped when he dipped his head and bit the inside of my thigh.

“I’m not lying,” he scolded. “Tell her, Neil.”

“It’s true.” Neil reached down and brushed a lock of hair from my face. “And not unlike the way we talk about him.”

El-Mudad’s hands paused. “You talk about me the same way?”

“We talk about you a lot.” I emphasized the last two words. “You’re not far from our minds, even if we haven’t seen you for a while.”

“It’s the same for me,” he began, then corrected himself. “Not the same. I don’t have anyone to talk to about you. But the two of you… I think about you at least once a day. Wonder what you’re doing. Or imagining what you’re doing. The two of you are very creative in my mind.”

“In your mind?” Neil faked offense.

“And in life, of course,” El-Mudad added.

“You could always call us,” I reminded him. “Or text or email. Please, don’t ever think we don’t want to hear from you. Even if it’s just to tell us what you had for dinner.”

“Too right,” Neil said softly. “Especially going forward. I don’t ever want you to feel as though you’re the odd man out.”

El-Mudad sat up, and I watched over my shoulder as he and Neil kissed. I rose to my knees and shuffled forward to join them. Our mouths melded together, tongues and lips gliding over each other without direction. A hand, I didn’t know whose, slid up my inner thigh, and a thumb parted me. I moaned and tipped my head back. The pad of that thumb dipped into my opening and slicked fluid up, over my clit.

Neil’s mouth trailed across my cheek. His teeth captured my earlobe. He released me to say, “You’re so wet. So ready for us.”

My legs trembled.

El-Mudad pulled away to look down into my pleasure-drunk eyes. He held my chin and said, “Over my lap, now, Sophie.”

It stunned me how quickly I moved to obey him. He wasn’t my Sir. He wasn’t Neil. And yet, there I was, eager to please, already feeling the pull of mindless obedience.

I situated myself over El-Mudad’s lap, most of my torso supported by the bed for easier breathing. Neil stayed beside us on the bed, and I rested my legs across him. He laid one big hand across my calf, and I felt the need in his touch. Of the three of us, this would be hardest for him—though he didn’t mind me sleeping with other people, something about El-Mudad made Neil more possessive. Perhaps it was Neil’s own attraction to him that created that jealousy. Finding El-Mudad desirable made Neil vulnerable; Neil couldn’t cope with being vulnerable.