Page 162 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

DIXIE

P erfect silence greets my reply.

Crap. Crap. What was I thinking? I’m the one with the most to lose. I should have kept my mouth shut. I can’t even blame the margarita—I’m still on my first drink.

I attempt an embarrassed laugh and pull out of Hunter’s grip. “I can’t believe I said that out loud. Too much tequila, probably, and not enough sleep. Can we pretend that didn’t happen?”

Hunter is the first to speak up. “But you did say it.” I dare a peek at his expression, and he doesn’t look shocked. He looks… intrigued?

“Let’s say that we’re amenable to it,” he continues. “What exactly are you looking for? How do you see this working?”

Once again, I should stop. Once again, I don’t. “What do you mean?”

“Are you looking for a relationship?”

“No.” My reply comes immediately. My face is flaming—I just know it. “No. I wasn’t suggesting that. I just…” My voice trails off. Eric still hasn’t said anything. I still haven’t looked at his face. I have no idea what his reaction is.

“Dixie.” Hunter’s voice caresses me. “It’s okay to tell us. We won’t judge you for it.”

That I believe. On some level, I do trust them. If I didn’t, I would have never broached this conversation. If I thought they’d shame me for my desire, I wouldn’t have to convince myself to stay away. It would be easy to do.

“I’ve never done anything really adventurous.” My voice is so low I can barely hear myself. “But I want to. Just the once. ”

“You’re thinking this will be a one-time thing?

Okay.” Hunter sips his drink, a thoughtful look on his face, and then he nods.

“I don’t want a relationship either,” he says.

“I’m not in the right mental space for one.

But I am attracted to you.” His lips quirk.

“And your fantasy is hot.” He takes my elbow.

“Come on. Let’s discuss this a little bit. ”

He steers me to a table. Eric follows us, still silent, carrying a fresh pitcher of margaritas. I wish he’d say something. Anything. Good or bad, it almost doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t break his silence sometime soon, I think I’m going to scream.

I slide into the booth. Hunter sits next to me, and Eric takes a seat opposite us.

I can’t look at his face, so I keep my eyes on my glass.

The bar is almost empty—everyone is on the patio, taking advantage of the warm weather.

Reggaeton is playing on the speakers, the music loud enough that nobody can overhear our conversation unless they’re right next to us.

“What’s there to discuss?” My voice is high with nerves. I’m in over my head. This is so outside my comfort zone. This is insane. I should?—

No. I’m not going to chicken out. I’ve done the safe and predictable thing all my life. This time—this one time—I’m going to take a walk on the wild side.

“What’s off-limits?”

“Off-limits?” My brain is refusing to work because I have no idea what Hunter’s talking about.

“In your fantasy, you’re naked and grinding on one of our laps,” he says patiently. “Are we allowed to touch you?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“Touch your breasts? Suck your nipples?”

“Yes.” I feel breathless. Thank heavens we’re sitting down; my knees are wobbly, and I don’t trust them to hold me up.

“Your cunt?” Hunter’s eyes spark with arousal. “Can I stick a finger inside your cunt?”

My face is on fire. “Yes,” I whisper.

Eric pounds back his drink.

“What about penetrative sex?” Hunter’s gaze never leaves mine. “Are you okay with that?”

I shiver. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. I can’t believe I’m sitting here, with my coworkers only a few feet away, and discussing the specifics of my fantasy. “If it’s with a condom, then it’s on the table, yes.”

He didn’t expect me to okay that. For a fleeting moment, he looks taken aback. He reaches for the pitcher and refills his glass, his hand unsteady. “Oral? Giving and receiving?”

I don’t know myself anymore. It’s like I’m a different person around them. My nipples are erect, and I’m wet, slippery with desire. This conversation—this matter-of-fact discussion about my limits—should embarrass me. Instead, it’s turning me on.

I do my best to match Hunter’s tone, calm and unfazed. “I’m good with both.”

“There are two of us in your fantasy. Two penises. How do you feel about a combination of oral and penetrative sex?”

It's like he reached into my mind and plucked that fantasy from my brain. “That’s acceptable,” I squeeze through stiff lips.

Eric finally breaks his silence. “Anal sex,” he grinds out. “Yay or nay?”

Does that mean he’s considering it? Goosebumps rise on my skin. The way he’s looking at me—there’s boiling lust in his gaze, but there’s something else in his expression. Something darker.

I should back out of this. I already know I’m not going to. The moment for running away is long gone. Whatever happens, I’m going to see this through.

“I’ve never done it before,” I murmur.

“Are you interested in trying it?” Hunter asks.

I hesitate. “Maybe. I don’t know.” What’s the term that Fiona uses?

“Anal’s not a hard limit.” I squirm in my seat, my muscles clenching in need.

I’m so wet. So aroused. If either of them as much as touches me, I’m going to explode.

I turn to Hunter. “I know you like kink. Is this going to be boring for you?”

He laughs disbelievingly. “Dixie, I’m so hard that I’m seriously contemplating going into the men’s room to take the edge off.

I’m not a germaphobe, but even as a teenager, I’ve never jacked off in a public washroom.

” He rests his hand on mine. “Trust me, I’m fine.

” He looks up at the other man. “I’m in if Eric’s in. Eric?”