Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

Jardin chuckled. “I think I might have created a monster.”

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Carrick’s turn next. Can’t wait.”

Carrick wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing. He only knew he wanted to try. At least Jardin didn’t have his whip with him. For this scene, they’d agreed on a belt. He’d stripped off his clothes already and, naked, he moved to the cross.

Jardin secured his wrists and ankles to the cross as Thea moved around in front of him, in the same position as he’d been in before. Then she wrapped her cool hand around his cock. He groaned.

Fuck. Him.

Jardin warmed him up with his hand, smacking it against his ass. And it became almost hypnotic. It was a dull thud. A heat that built gradually. His head started to swim. Desire flooded him.

r /> “Where are you at?” Jardin asked him.

“Green,” he replied.

“Good. What’s your safe word?”

“Red.”

“Use it if you need to. Here comes the belt.”

Thea kept moving her hand up and down his shaft. Fuck. If she kept doing that he was going to come and they had plans for her later.

“Thea, stop,” he commanded. “I don’t want to come.”

“Yes, Carrick.” She remained kneeling there, staring up at him with love in her eyes as the belt landed.

Holy fuck. Yes.

The belt packed a sting. The heat burned. And his need grew. Soon he found himself high on the pain. He wanted to come. Shit. He needed to come.

The belt had stopped he realized as he came back to himself. Someone pressed against his back. Their heat surrounded him. Safety. Love.

“How are you doing, Carrick?”

“Green.”

“Very good. I’m going to undo the restraints then we’ll get you wrapped up in a blanket and Thea will hold you while I tidy up. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Want to fuck her.”

Jardin chuckled. “We will. As soon as you come back to yourself.”

It was a bit of a blur. Moving away from the cross, being held by Thea. His ass throbbed, but in a delicious way. A bottle of water was pressed to his lips and he drank it down, the coldness chasing away the last of his daze. He blinked, looking up into Jardin’s face. He was staring down at him with a mix of love and concern.

“Hey, you back with us?”

“Yep.”

“Up to more?” Jardin asked.

“If by more you mean fucking my girl’s ass, I’m so there.”

Thea groaned but when he turned to her, she was smiling. “Hey, rocket.”

She leaned in to kiss him. “Hey, yourself.”

“Let’s fucking go.”