Pleasure Bound

“All right.” Zeke turned to Marie. “So what do you think of Ty’s dominant personality now that you’ve seen it put into action?”

She smiled and gazed at Ty. “Very impressive, actually. Ty, I never knew you could be so … authoritative and … sexy.” She rested her hand on his arm and stroked. “Well, I knew you were sexy, but last night was sensational.” Her insides quivered at the memory of him commanding her to take off her clothes. Of being chained to the chair, her legs wide, and Ty stroking her. Then when they’d taken her to the dungeon and fucked her silly.

* * *

Zeke watched the two of them, a sick feeling in his stomach. The way Marie gazed at Ty, her blue eyes soft and dewy. The heat in Ty’s gaze that Zeke knew was more than lust. The guy was in love with her … had been from day one. Now, Zeke was pretty sure Marie loved him back. Which is what Zeke knew would happen, but … now that it had, he didn’t want it to be so.

He wanted Marie. He loved Marie. How the hell could he just give her up to Ty?

* * *

After the train trip back, Marie sat in the car as Ty drove back to the cottage, and wondered what would happen with the three of them after the weekend.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Just sitting in the car with the two of them, her senses totally aware of their masculine presence at all times, kept her in a constant state of yearning. Which was exciting, but it also threw her for a loop. It was no longer her and Zeke as a couple and Ty along for the ride. Ty was no longer just her friend … with benefits or not. He was much more to her than that.

The whole train trip, she could sense Zeke watching her, trying to figure out if her feelings had changed toward Ty … and toward him.

How could she find a balance? She wanted both men, but at some point, she’d have to choose just one. But the longer she spent with both of them as her lovers, the more difficult it would be to give up one of them. Or both of them, since the attraction between the two of them seemed to be building. Maybe they would eventually come to the conclusion that they didn’t actually need her at all, and would choose each other.

Any way she sliced it, someone was going to be hurt.

Marie pushed aside her tumultuous thoughts as Ty parked the car next to the cottage, right beside Zeke’s big Harley. Zeke opened Marie’s door and she stepped out of the vehicle. She walked toward the powerful machine and stroked her hand along the black seat, remembering how it felt vibrating between her legs when she’d ridden it panty-less … the day Zeke had taken her to the movies, teasing her constantly. She’d been so turned on when they’d finally made love, she’d nearly exploded with pleasure.

She stroked her hand along the handlebars, the metal cold under her fingertips. Then she turned around, leaning back against the bike.

“You know, when I see this powerful motorcycle, I think of what might happen to me if I were here all alone and some powerful bikers were to come along.”

Zeke stepped toward her and stroked his hands along her hips. Ty came up behind her and curled his arms around her waist, then cupped her breasts.

“You m

ean, if they were to … take advantage of you?” Ty murmured in her ear.

Zeke slid his hands around her, cupping her behind, then drew her close to his body. His lips captured hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth.

“So you want to be used and,” he squeezed her behind, pulling her tight to his groin, “abused by a couple of bikers?”

She laid her hand on his chest. “Of course, I would resist.”

“Of course,” Ty said, sliding his hands from her breasts and moving over her shoulder, then nuzzling her ear. “That’s what makes it fun.”

Zeke lifted her onto the bike. She squirmed against the leather seat.

“You wait here. We’ll be right back.” Zeke nudged Ty’s arm, then led him into the cottage.

A few moments later, they both came out in black leather jackets and torn jeans—Zeke’s usual attire but a new look for Ty. They both had chains swinging from their belt loops and … handcuffs. Her insides flooded with heat.

“Well, look what we have here,” Zeke said as he approached her with a devilish grin on his face.

She shifted on the bike in a mock nervous fashion, then lifted her leg over the seat to sit sideways. Zeke stepped in front of her and Ty behind, both dragging their gazes up and down her body in a suggestive manner.

“I think this little lady wants … a ride,” Zeke said.

“I think you’re right,” Ty agreed.

Marie stared up at Zeke, an ominous figure in his black leather, with his studded eyebrows. If this were the first time she’d ever seen Zeke … if she didn’t know what a wonderful, caring man he was … she might almost be nervous.

Ty grasped her waist and pivoted her around while Zeke caught her leg behind the knee and lifted it over the bike so she straddled it again. Ty threw his leg over the bike and sat behind her, then grasped her hips and drew her tight against his body, his swelling cock pressing against her behind. Zeke stroked along her thighs, then up her ribs and cupped her breasts, molding his hands over them and kneading them. She sucked in air at the heated sensations pulsing through her.