Double Dare (16 page)

Where did they go?

What were they doing?

She finally heard a scuffling sound and felt someone's body heat near her.

Then she felt it.

Silky heat. Hot oil dripping over her chest, running down her body, over her nipples, down her belly, pooling around her feet.

It was hot, but not burning hot. Warm enough to feel good, like sensual fingers running over her body.

More dripped over her. A sea of heat. Over her shoulders, down her arms, trickling onto her breasts, her nipples. Quinn sucked in her stomach as the rivulets of warm liquid snaked down her skin.

A finger, she didn't care whose, drew lines against her skin, through the slippery warmth. Fingers circled around the edge of her areolae, along her ribs, dipped into her navel, smoothed the oil over her thighs. Hands cupped her calves, tickled the backs of her knees, wrapped around her ankles.

More and more hands. Too many. It felt like more than four. Dripping more oil, massaging it into her skin, working her muscles. Pinching, pulling, pushing. Plucking. Teasing the hard nubs of her nipples, the hard nub of her clit. She wanted to grip her thighs together to capture those sinful fingers, but she couldn't move. She wanted to beg for more of those wickedly wild touches, but she couldn't speak. She wanted to watch what they were doing and who was doing it, but she couldn't see.

And that made it all the more sinful, wicked, and wild.

They found sensually sensitive parts of her, hidden secret spots they manipulated
just
right. Quinn worked the fabric between her teeth, biting down in pleasure and in painful need. She wanted release. Just one more…

Fingers continued their paths along the lines of her body, and suddenly she was blinded…

Not by the blindfold…but by the light hitting her eyes. An amber light. Someone had removed the blindfold. She blinked, trying to focus.

They were there. Her two men. Her lovers. Divested of their clothes, gloriously naked, both slick and shiny with oil. Their muscles gleamed and reflected the light as they moved away from her and went to each other.

She watched helplessly, still unable to move, still unable to ask—
beg
—for her freedom. Freedom to go to them instead of just watching them.

Like a voyeur.

Her pussy clenched with want and need as she watched them slide oiled palms, glistening fingers over each other, ignoring her. Making her suffer alone.

They embraced and kissed, making sure she had the perfect view. Quinn could see their tongues tangling; she could imagine the taste of them against her own tongue. She wanted to be free, to be a part of it. Their hands found each other, each caressing the other's cock. Both hard and thick, their veins prominent underneath the thin, sensitive skin covering their steely lengths.

Large hands stroked as they continued to kiss. From tip to root, fisting, palming each other's cocks. Quinn clenched her fingers into fists and screamed with frustration into the cloth gag. They ignored her muffled protests, and she wanted to ignore them…but she couldn't. She couldn't look away.

She didn't want to.

Logan broke the kiss and nuzzled Ty's neck. Quinn could feel the grazing of his teeth against Ty's skin as if it were her own skin. A shiver shot down her spine as Logan swept his lips over the gleaming, hard pecs of Ty's chest, down his rippled abs, over one hip, and then the other, until he was on his knees before his dark lover.

He took Ty into his mouth, his lips stretching around the girth of Ty's cock. Quinn closed her eyes. Her pussy was throbbing—actually throbbing—and she couldn't even relieve herself!

Ty's low groan and hiss of breath made her look at him. His fingers were wrapped around Logan's head, guiding him along his shaft. His head was slightly back, his eyes unfocused. His hips pushed forward with every stroke of Logan's mouth. Ty's cock glistened like the rest of his body. Quinn could taste the saltiness of his precum on her tongue. She could feel the pressure of her weight on her knees. She could feel her fingers digging into his rock-hard buttocks.

She screamed in frustration again and yanked on the ropes, hard enough this time she heard the wood of the contraption she was attached to creak.

So did they.

They both shot her a worried look, but after a moment they ignored her once again. As Logan rose to his feet, Ty leaned forward and snagged Logan's pierced nipple in his mouth. He sucked and flicked the gold ring with his tongue, unmistakably pulling it hard with his teeth.

“Fuck!” Logan cried out. “Hands on your knees,” he ordered.

Ty immediately did was he was told, planting his hands on his knees, giving Logan full access to what he demanded. Logan spit on his palm before stroking his damp hand along his own cock.

Suddenly Logan pinned Quinn with a stare. Their eyes met and held. He stroked his cock again, this time slower, squeezing the bulbous head when he came to it.

“Watch,” he commanded her.

With one hand on Ty's back and one on his hip, Logan plunged deep, thrusting quickly. Ty moaned and wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking it with the same rhythm as Logan fucked him.

Quinn watched the muscles in Logan's ass flex with every push and pull. She watched Ty's ass flex as he received everything Logan gave him.

Ty grimaced; his body was practically bent in half, one hand still on his knees, keeping his balance while the other stroked himself so fast, it was nothing but a blur to Quinn.

She felt a tickle of dampness run down her thighs. She ached. She watched Logan's hard cock thrusting in and out of Ty's ass, as Logan gripped his cheeks hard, making indents with his fingers, holding Ty's hips still as he pumped even faster.

He was going to come soon. He was on the edge. Quinn just knew it. She could see his body tense, his lips part, his eyelids lower.

Logan planted himself deep within Ty one last time and made small, deep jerks against him as he cried out.

Quinn could feel the warm liquid spilling into Ty's canal. Logan, once again, claiming Ty as his own. Logan curled himself over Ty's back and reached around to lay a hand over Ty's as the larger man continued to thrust into his own fist.

Logan sank his teeth into Ty's back, and Ty groaned as he came in streaming spurts.

Both men were taking quick, heaving breaths, and Quinn could imagine their hearts were still pounding.

Hers was.

Quinn's body hummed. She wanted someone, anyone. And she wanted him, them, now.

Both of her boys had just spent themselves on each other. Here she was: still hanging on the wooden X, all oiled up, and gagged.

It just wasn't fair.

She couldn't wait to get even.

They showered her, fed her, and made her come at least twice more Friday night. It definitely made up for the earlier frustration Quinn had gone through. She made it quite clear to them that she didn't mind them tying her up, though they'd better make sure she was good and satisfied before they went off and took care of each other.

But role-playing kidnappers was now out of the question. It had scared the shit out of her, until she recognized it for what it really was. Other role-playing, depending on what it was, might be acceptable. They would take it on a case-by-case basis.

But she felt good, really good, as they settled for bed that night. Deep in her heart she felt at home sandwiched between the two of them in the large bed. She fell asleep with a long, satisfied sigh.

It felt like minutes, but it must have been hours—definitely hours, since the morning light crept through the curtains—when Quinn awoke with a start. Her body jerked, and her heel made contact with Logan's shin.

“Shit!” he yelped, pinning her legs between his. Grabbing her hips, he snuggled his groin into her rump, his morning hard-on wedged between her ass cheeks. She giggled and, not wanting to leave Ty out, pulled the other man into her arms, feeling his very ready cock brushing against her belly.

She turned a bit to give him better access and…

Screamed.

Paige Reed stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the three of them. Quinn's heart kicked into overdrive, thumping rapidly. She tugged the sheet higher up to her neck and stared at the petite brunette, who was standing with hands on her hips and a huge grin.

Shit
. Shit, shit, shit.

Logan rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head, giving his sister a welcoming smile. Quinn noticed how he bent his knees to make sure there wasn't any obvious tenting of the sheet.

Ty apparently didn't care who knew what was lurking under the covers. And Paige's appearance sure hadn't dampened his desire. Sheesh.

Paige had noticed too, causing her smile to widen.

“Morning, boys. Just wanted to drop in and see how things were going.”

She couldn't call first?

“From my perspective, it looks like things are going pretty well.” Paige pinned Quinn with a stare. “How are you, Quinn?”

For a moment, Quinn had hoped she had turned into a superhero and had become invisible. Apparently not. “Oh… Uh, fine.”
Until you showed up.

“Yes…I see.” And then she had the nerve to wink at Ty. “Well.” She sank down onto the foot of the bed, folding her hands into her lap. “I actually came to make you guys some breakfast.”

She had settled on the bed like it was a normal occurrence to see her brother in bed with not only another man but a woman too.

“If you are up for eating?” she asked carefully.

Ty chuckled and gave her one of his blinding smiles. “We never pass up one of your meals, Paige.”

Paige snagged his foot, which was buried under the covers, and wiggled it playfully. “I know.”

Stop touching my
… Quinn gasped.
Man
. Crap.

All eyes turned to her, and she felt the blood drain from her face. Her man. She was already getting possessive of Ty and Logan. That was not a good sign.

“I'm sorry.” She looked pointedly at Quinn. “I didn't mean to intrude.”

Ty reached out to Paige, his voice low and raspy. “You could join us.” And he had the nerve to waggle his brows up and down.

Quinn wanted to smack him.

But oh, yuck! Quinn quickly looked at Logan. He was just lying beside her with a dumb smile on his face, taking this intrusion all in stride. Acting like Ty's suggestion wasn't weird…
Oh
. Ty had been joking. This had to be a long-standing joke between them.

She felt like such a dope for being jealous.

A male voice from outside the room yelled out, “Honey?”

Ty smirked. “So you did bring breakfast, I see.”

Paige smacked him lightly on the foot. “Don't even try it. He's mine. You pull him over to the dark side, and I'll never get him back.”

“The dark side as in men? Or the dark side as in a black man. You know the saying—”

Paige held out her hand, stopping his words. “I know. I know.” She turned her head and yelled, “Con, honey, don't bother coming in here—
Never mind
.”

Connor Morgan—because who else could it be?—pushed the bedroom door open wider and took in the sight of his woman sitting on a bed with her brother and another couple quite well, Quinn thought.

Paige shrugged, leaned over, and said in a loud, dramatic whisper, “I think I'm finally figuring out I need to tell him the opposite of what I really want him to do, and
then
he'll actually do what I wanted in the first place.” She gave Connor a big, syrupy smile.

“Like I didn't hear that.” The tall, blond man with the Aussie accent moved over to Paige and placed a hand over her shoulder, squeezing fondly. “You know I try to do everything to please you.”

“And what about last night?”

“Hey, I'm not that flexible. Sorry.”

Ty's interest perked up. “I can help you train to be more flexible.”

Paige yelled out a sharp “no!”

Ty laughed. “She thinks I'm going to pull you over to the dark side.”

“Well, if I were going over, you wouldn't be a bad choice.” Connor laughed and sat behind Paige, pulling her into his arms. “Sorry, Logan. No offense.”

Logan gave a half shrug. “None taken.”

The bed was getting slightly crowded. Quinn wondered who was going to join them next.

“But,” Connor continued. “I think I'll stick with this little one.” Paige leaned back against his chest and looked up at him lovingly. Almost with puppy-dog eyes.

For God's sake, did she look at Ty or Logan with that expression? Quinn clenched her fists tightly around the sheet.

Connor's vibrant blue eyes caught her. He released Paige long enough to extend his hand. Quinn carefully released one hand from her death grip on the sheet and shook his. His grasp was firm as he pumped her hand up and down.

“Hi, I'm Connor Morgan.”

Logan finally sat up, the sheet pooling around his lap. “Sorry, I should have done introductions.”

Paige did a delicate snort. “Yeah, like this is a formal setting. Puh-leeze. Connor, that's Quinn—”

“Shorty! Let me do it, damn it.”

Paige held up her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.”

“Connor, this is Quinn Preston. She's our—”

“Friend,” Quinn quickly interrupted, not having any idea what description, what label, Logan might put on her. This whole situation was embarrassing enough.

“She speaks!” Paige squealed and then laughed.

Quinn pressed her lips together. She had only met Paige a few times before, and each time she had liked her, but today she was getting on Quinn's nerves. It could have been because Quinn was naked under the sheets along with two other men while Paige and Connor sat there having idle conversation.

That would be reason enough in her book.

Maybe Paige saw the discomfort on Quinn's face, or maybe it was the sudden flush of heat crawling up Quinn's neck, but she quickly cleared her throat and got down to business. “Well, the reason we stopped by was—”

“We wanted you two, er, three, to be the first to know—”

“We're engaged!” Paige squealed loudly and shoved her left hand under their noses, flashing the huge diamond on her ring finger.

There were moments of hand shaking and good-natured shoulder bumps between the guys, and Logan and Ty took turns hugging Paige.

Maybe she was supposed to hug Paige too. But instead Quinn just mumbled out a “congratulations.” Without warning, Connor pulled her up into a smothering hug while Quinn struggled to keep the sheet over her naked breasts.

Quinn let out a muffled “oof.”

“If you want to cop a feel, come over here and give
me
a hug,” Logan said to Connor.

“Oh no, brother. He's mine. Hands off.”

“You're no fun, Shorty.”

“Okay, here's some fun… I want you to give me away.”

Paige's tumble of words had Logan leaning back against the headboard and just staring at her. Seconds ticked by, and Quinn wondered if he had even heard his sister.

In fact, she started getting worried.

So did Ty. “Lo?”

Paige went on as if Logan wasn't weren't acting strangely. “And, Ty, we want you to be one of the groomsmen. If that's okay with you?”

Ty gave her a small smile, still watching Logan with a concerned eye. “Yeah, I'd love that. Lo?” He reached behind Quinn to put a hand on Logan's upper arm; he gave him a slight nudge.

Finally Logan seemed to snap out of his…whatever it was. And Quinn realized she had been holding her breath. She let it out and unclenched her fingers from her firm grip on the sheet.

She leaned over to Logan and asked softly, “Are you okay?”

Logan held her gaze for a moment, his unreadable but intense look causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. Then he broke the eye contact and looked at Paige.

“I'd be honored to give you away, Shorty.” His voice had cracked a bit.

Brother and sister stared at each other as if they were sharing a secret. Everyone in the room froze for a second, before Connor squeezed Paige's shoulders, breaking the spell.

“Paige wanted that more than anything,” Connor said.

“Are you getting married in a church?” Logan asked Paige.

She just laughed in answer, causing Logan to groan in response. “Shorty, you know how I feel about churches.”

Ty nudged him one more time before settling his arm around Quinn's bare shoulders. “We'll just get out your aluminum-foil hat to protect you from God's fury when you're at the church.”

“No!” Paige's eyes became as big a platters. “Aluminum foil is forbidden as part of the wardrobe.”

“Yeah, T. You think it's funny, but—”

“But what? Don't you think the man upstairs has bigger things to worry about than your past?”

Jeez. What had Logan done?

Ty's fingertips traced circles over Quinn's shoulder, drawing a shiver from her. Her nipples hardened like two big goose bumps underneath the sheet, which instantly drew Connor's gaze.

That didn't go unnoticed from Logan.

“Okay, let's let the women have some girl talk as we men go into the kitchen and do some real men's work, like starting breakfast.”

The three guys laughed in agreement, and Ty and Logan started to peel the sheet away to get up when Paige yelled for them to hold it. They did. She exclaimed she didn't want to see her brother's naked nether area, so she dug around in the dresser drawers and pulled out two pairs of boxer-briefs. She tossed one pair to Logan, who began to pull them on immediately, and went to toss the other pair to Ty, when she hesitated.

“Forget it. You don't need these. I want to see what you've got.”

With a grumble of fake exasperation, Connor snagged the pair of underwear from Paige's fingers and threw them at Ty. “Oh no. You are not showing her shit. If she sees what you have, I will never be able to live up to that. It's better she doesn't know there's anything bigger than what she's already getting.”

“Oh, sweetie, I already know…but I love you anyway.”

With some good-natured ribbing, all three men departed, leaving Quinn and Paige alone.

“You'll come too, Quinn?”

Her soft question caught Quinn off guard. “Come?”

“To our wedding.”

She wants me to say yes, when it could be a year away?

“Oh. I don't know. We'll see.”
We'll see where we all are at that time.