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“Hey, he’s decent. Come in,” Saffy calls.

Here goes nothing.A mixture of excitement and nerves skitter through my veins as I step towards the doorway.

Chapter two

Pixie

Ipush the door open, my eyes widening at the mountain of a guy tied with multi-coloured scarves to the four corners of the bed. His limbs are long and packed with muscle, and both his thighs and arms are dotted with ink. His chest is thick with dark curls, the shade matching the short hair on his head and his beard. He’s barely covered, just a small hand towel over the essentials and a black blindfold shielding his eyes.

I step closer. “Cam, this is Pixie,” Saffy tells him.

“Any chance of getting this blindfold off so I can see who you’ve invited into my bedroom?” Even with the cover on his eyes, I can still make out the quirk of his brow.

“Nah, where’s the fun in that?” Saff says, tapping him on the pec from where she’s perched on the bed beside him.

He lets out a huff. “Well, does this pixie speak? For all I know, you could be making this up, Saff, to get twice the orgasms.” Sarcastic amusement tinges his tone, and my shoulders start to relax. I hadn’t even realised I was holding them tense.

I remain close-lipped, enjoying the banter between the two of them. It helps me get a better idea of who I’ll be sharing a bed with.

“She does speak, but I think you scared her with all that grumpy shouting.” Saffy gives me a wink.

“Sorry, hen. I’m not used to being at this one’s mercy and not knowing what’s happening. I’m usually in charge. Saffy said you want to join us for the evening.” His tone is curious, and I realise it must be weird to be tied up and not be able to see when you first meet someone. Despite his earlier grouchiness, he seems to be taking it in his stride, though.

“Hey,” I say quietly. “I’m… Pixie.” I’m used to using a nickname for encounters like this, so it’s odd that my actual name almost slipped out there.

“And you set this up as a surprise?” He tilts his head to where Saffy sits beside him, and the blush blossoming on his cheeks intrigues me.

“I did. I wanted to cheer you up with some playtime.”

“How do you see this working out?” he asks Saff, his face turned towards her. I take the opportunity to take a step closer and study the ink on his tree trunk of a right thigh. It’s an intricate woodland scene with animals and the moon done in black and white; the shading is incredible.

“I thought Pixie and I could blow your mind. Help you forget everything else going on…” I peek towards them when Saff trails off. Cam’s shoulders tense and his lips thin, but she rushes on, “... enjoy a night together, with plenty of orgasms for all.”

“Hmmm.” The hum is low and deep, and desire curls in my belly at the vibrating sound.I want to feel that sound on my skin.“And what about you, Pixie? What do you get out of this?” I’m fairly certain he can’t see me with the blindfold on, yet his chin points towards me, and I still have that sense I’m being watched. I wonder what colour his eyes are. I want to kneel onthe bed beside him and ease the covering up so I can see his entire face.

“I’m just visiting. I head back down south tomorrow. And I thought I’d try for some fun on my last night here.”

“Have you done anything else like this before?” he asks, with a hint of curiosity.

“Yeah, a few times now. It can be a bit hit or miss, but the good times make up for the less good ones.” My words tumble out fast, and my heart beats in my chest.Nerves?How is it this feels like some kind of interview when the guy asking the questions is tied to the bed, naked, and covered only in a small towel?

“And what would make it really good for you?” His pitch drops even lower, causing my toes to curl inside my shoes.

“More orgasms than I can handle. Everyone having a good time and no-one being left out.”

Saff nods with a smile on her face. “Sounds like you’re in the right place, then,” she tells me. “Eh, Cam?” She nudges his chest again.

“I’ll try my best,” he vows. “I think it would be better if I wasn’t tied up though…”

“Ha! Not yet,” Saff tells him. “If Pixie’s on board, I thought we could start exactly like this.” She glances over at me with her brows raised. “What do you say, Pixie? Willing to give us a go?”

Hope sits lightly in my gut. These two could be a lot of fun. Even if they just talk to me all night in that delicious accent, I’ll be turned on. They’re both hot AF. I’d be daft to turn them down, and so far, nary a red flag.

“I’ll stay.” It comes out as a whisper, so I clear my throat and repeat it louder.

Movement catches my eye, and my mouth drops open when the tiny towel covering Cam’s dignity begins to twitch. Is he turned on just from my agreement to stay and join them?

“Did you get the test results I sent through on the app?” I check before we go any further. “I’m STI-free. I prefer to use condoms for penetrative sex as an extra precaution.”