Page 3 of Bound by Them (Rose and Dagger #1)
Danica
I cry out with the force of my orgasm. “Yes! Fuck!”
The lights playing inside my eyelids are either from the car still driving through the city, or the fireworks Edmund has set off in my body.
I close my legs and try to turn on my side, but Edmund bands his free arm around my waist.
“Stay put.” He leaves his fingers inside me, and my pussy continues to convulse around them. In a dark voice, he adds, “One more time, Dani.”
“I can’t.” I pull my hands from his neck, hoping to signal that this is the end. I want to blow him, and maybe Troy too, and then fall over in an exhausted heap in the back of this car, happily dead.
“Put your hands back where I left them.” His words are sharp, commanding. “You said you don’t want to think about anything tonight. This is your chance. Another orgasm, and you won’t be thinking about anything at all.”
I shake my head. “But I’ve never been able to come more than once.”
“You haven’t had a partner patient enough to try, is what that sounds like to me.”
He’s not entirely wrong.
He continues, “How about you let me try? I’m patient. We have nowhere else to be. It will feel good while I make the attempt. And if either of us wants to stop, we do. Nothing lost.”
I’m not sure. He’s going to work at my body until his hands cramp up and then he’s going to be mad.
“Hey…” With his free hand, he tilts my head toward him so we’re facing each other.
Sure, the angle is awkward and our faces are too close, but his green eyes are serious, intent, and also…kind.
“I mean it.” He slides his fingers out of me oh-so-slowly, then just as slowly, slides them back in. “I want to try for another one. I think you can do it.”
I reflexively clench around him.
“See?” He strokes out and in again. “Let me try, Princess Dani.”
I want to snort at how cheesy “princess” sounds, but at the same time, I kind of like it. I slide my hands back up and behind his neck, lightly scratching his warm skin with my nails.
He groans and shifts position, lifting me at the same time. Now one of his legs is bent on the seat, and I’m nestled between them.
I can feel his hardened cock, pressing against my lower back.
“You’re too fucking tempting.” Another slide of his fingers—out, then in. Excruciatingly, tantalizingly slow. “We’ll keep your clothes on, don’t worry. But Troy’s going to take these panties off of you, get them out of our way.”
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Troy
Little Dani Montrose is the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Small and sweet, with a thick shield of bravado. She probably had to put that shield in place because she’s small. Without it, too many people would see her as a victim.
Just watching her come apart in Edmund’s arms damn near had me coming in my pants. And she hasn’t even taken her clothes off.
Edmund meets my gaze from over Dani’s shoulder. “Troy’s going to take these panties off of you, get them out of our way.”
Motherfucker. He’s going to scare Dani off. She’s excited about me watching—that much is evident. But she’s also…not uncomfortable, exactly. Off balance. This is new to her, I can tell.
And if he keeps pushing her, she’ll bolt.
She’s locked in place by his hold, but her eyes fly open. “I—Troy— what ?”
“My hands are full right now.” Edmund’s hand moves behind her panties. With his other hand, he caresses her tits through her dress, one supple mound, then the other. “So I need his help. Is that okay with you?”
She arches her back, pushing her breasts against his palm. Her eyes flutter shut once more.
“Dani?” Edmund leans forward and nuzzles her ear. “Is that okay?”
His hand moves against her pussy. She moans. But a moan isn’t a yes .
Fuck. I want her to say yes so fucking bad, it hurts. My dick presses insistently against the front of my jeans, and my balls ache.
I wonder if she knows just how much power she holds in this moment.
Her lips part and she wets them with her tongue. “Yes.”
“So brave,” Edmund murmurs. “Now go ahead, Troy. You heard our girl.”
I should probably go straight for the waistband of her underwear and tug them down.
But that’s not what I do. With those shapely legs, bare on the seat next to me, I have to do more. I have to touch her. So I start at her ankles and slide my hands up over her smooth calves. She’s so soft. Damn. I linger on her thighs, adding pressure from my thumbs to really feel her.
The whole time, I watch her face. I tell myself I’m looking for any signs of distress.
That’s only part of it. What I’m really watching are those gorgeous gray eyes of hers.
Her pupils are large in the dim light coming through the car windows.
Her blond hair is coming out of its updo, strands tumbling around to frame her face.
And that mouth of hers—those lips parted, kissable. I want to lunge forward and taste her.
But I don’t want to freak her out. Going for her underwear is pushing the limits.
I slide my hands up over her hips, grasp the flimsy white satin, and tug it down.
The trip back down her legs is just as soft, just as leisurely.
I pull the underwear past her ankles and over her heels.
The fabric catches on a strap and I carefully, reverently, work to free it.
Only then, when her panties are clenched in my fist, do I look back to the juncture of her thighs.
Edmund’s hand covers her pussy. His fingers move lazily in and out while Dani gasps.
Edmund gives me a half smile. “Tell me how pretty she is, Troy.”
Asshole. He might be my boss, but I don’t answer to him for sex stuff. We’re equally dominant. If the situation were different, I’d refuse. But I can’t keep silent—ignoring the request to say how pretty she is might hurt Dani’s feelings.
So I’ll tell Dani how pretty she is—not Edmund. “You’re gorgeous, Dani. Open those sweet thighs a little wider. Let me see how he’s touching you.”
She does as I ask, those gray eyes on me as Edmund pumps his fingers in and out of her. The wet sounds of him fingering her mix with the mechanical sounds of the car. She lifts her hips, silently asking for more. Edmund obliges. His head is down as he watches what he’s doing.
All three of us are entranced, suspended in the moment.
“I can feel you tightening around me.” Edmund licks the edge of her ear. “You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?”
Dani only moans in response. Her hips rock back and forth as she chases his attentions.
I’m riveted by the sight of her fucking herself against his fingers. Nothing is more erotic than a woman taking her pleasure.
“Come for me again, little princess.” Edmund moves his fingers faster. The heel of his hand rubs against her, likely stimulating her clit. “Come for us .”
She cries out with her release. Her legs straighten, her body bows in tension. One foot jabs into my thigh, dangerously close to my dick. I grab her ankle and hold it, restraining her lightly.
Her body shudders and shakes while Edmund continues to slowly finger-fuck her, drawing out her pleasure. Dani gasps for breath, blinking those gray eyes in my direction, wordless satisfaction slackening her features.
Since she doesn’t tell me to let her go, I keep hold of her ankle. Fuck me, but I need the connection.
This time when she lowers her arms from around Edmund’s neck, he allows it.
“I knew you could do it,” he whispers. “Good, wasn’t it? Sometimes the harder things are more worthwhile.”
“Speaking of hard….” She gives his crotch a pointed look.
I catch his eye. Subtly shake my head. He better fucking not. Dani just went through hell with her family. What we did here was about her, not him. It was about her, not me.
He glowers at me for a second before returning his attention to Dani. “Maybe later. Spend the night with me. With us.”
Spend the night? So he can fuck her? After everything she went through at that asshole Patrick’s party?
I’m paid to keep Edmund safe, but times like now, I fantasize about drowning him in the Rossi Reservoir.
Dani’s eyes widen, and a small smile plays on her lips. “I love how you phrase it. Not a request, but an order.” She laughs. “Such an alphahole. And, no. I’d love to get you off, but if we’re done here, I need to go home.”
Edmund’s lips purse. He’s clearly annoyed that she put him in his place.
I like Dani even more.