One More Rule (Blindfold Club 2.50)

“Can I touch her?” I asked Logan, knowing his response would dictate what kind of response I got from her. If he were into it, she’d allow it. My hand not in her hair crept down to rest on her collarbone, and my fingers edged just inside the shoulder of her dress. Hinting exactly where I wanted to go.

“If it’s okay with Evie.”

It was a dangerous game I hadn’t intended to play again, but I couldn’t stop myself. The pads of my fingers glided over her smooth skin, traveling down the fabric of her dress until the round globe of her breast was in my hand.

She didn’t stop me, thank God. Over the song playing on Logan’s phone, I heard both men’s breathing pick up.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “What are we doing?” Only she arched her sexually starved body into my touch.

“Just having some fun.” I squeezed and her nipple harden beneath her bra. So responsive. My mouth went back to her throat, and as I moved up, she turned her head down . . .

Our lips met. She kissed me.

Her warm, soft mouth tasted like champagne and sin, and her hands cupped my face. Passionate. Delicate fingers brushed my cheek, and abruptly she shifted in my lap. Moving so she could straddle my legs, and devote all of her attention to me. Did she have the same thought as I did?

Either way, it was thrilling. Once again her skirt was almost to her hips, giving a hint of the dark panties she wore beneath. The new position made it easier to touch her tits, which I did. Her full C-cup breasts were so different from Yuriko’s.

Evie rocked in my lap, stirring her hips, and grinding against me to the beat of the music.

“So you do know how to give a lap dance.” Both of my hands massaged her breasts, pushing them together. “I think you should take off your dress.”

Her eyes grew big.

“Nice try,” Logan said. “You’ve had your fun, Payton.” A surprised noise choked in Evie’s throat when Logan grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into his lap, his eyes glinting with determination. “Dominic, do you mind if we sit there?”

He didn’t. As soon as Logan was gone, carrying Evie to the seat in the rear, Dominic took his seat beside me. The song faded out and another replaced it. This one was still sexy, but sounded dirtier. Perfect.

“I need the blindfolds.” It was an order from Logan.

Wait, no. Shit, I was going to lose. Evie settled into the seat and pressed back into it, her hands spread on her thighs. Then she crossed her legs and looked just as nervous as I felt.

“I left them in the club,” I lied.

He’d seen me put them away, but even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. Logan was like me and could read lies easily. “No, you didn’t.”

I gave Dominic a traitorous glare as he reached into my purse, produced the blindfolds, and passed them to his friend.

“Why don’t you,” Logan said to Dominic, “check the view out the window. See what’s changed in the city since you’ve been gone.”

“The windows are tinted and it’s night out.”

“Then stare at the fucking ceiling. Don’t look back here.”

I laughed. Logan was just as possessive as Dominic, maybe more. My guess was Logan was about to remove Evie’s panties and he didn’t want Dominic to see anything.

“Okay.” Dominic exchanged a smirk with me. “I’ll try.”

When Logan moved in to kiss her, she looked wary. She took the blindfold, but didn’t put it on. “I don’t have to wear it. Seeing myself naked doesn’t violate the rule.”

Logan’s expression was ruthless, and his tone was that of a dominant. “Put it on.”

Fuck. It made me hot and my hand curled on Dominic’s leg. Logan slid off the seat so he was kneeling on the floorboard, his back facing Dominic and me, and obscuring Evie from view just as she donned the black mask.

“No cheating,” she said, her voice wavering.

Logan slipped the thin strap on the back of his head and positioned his blindfold down over his eyes. “I’ve got mine on now.”

I hopped up into Dominic’s lap, which allowed me to see over Logan’s shoulder, and to put Dominic’s hand on my thigh, high beneath my skirt. His warm palm smoothed up and down, but didn’t move inward. No, not yet. He’d stoke the fire until I was desperate, and then he’d make me burn.