Page 167 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

“And you’re naked.” He sounds stern. “I’m afraid this is private property. The two of you are trespassing. I’ll have to write you a citation.”

Absently, I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen Eric out of a suit.

Like Hunter, he’s dressed casually. He's wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt that hugs his chest, and he has muscles. Lots of them. These aren’t the bulging muscles of a weightlifter.

They’re the defined, sculpted, sleek muscles of a runner.

Hunter’s words drag me back to the scene. “I would prefer to keep this quiet, Officer,” he says. “Maybe we can come to an arrangement.”

“What kind of arrangement?”

Hunter turns to me. “Dixie?”

I shiver again. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’ll do anything to avoid a ticket, Officer.”

Fantasies are weird, and my brain is strange.

I don’t understand why this arouses me. If this were happening in real life, I’d be filing complaints about abuse of power and sexual assault faster than you can say Dixie Ketcham.

But this isn’t real. It’s a role play. I don’t feel threatened; I feel safe.

And very, very aroused.

“Anything?” Eric’s gaze rakes over my face.

I bite my lower lip. “Yes. Anything.”

Hunter obligingly slides over, making room for Eric, who gets into the car. He turns off the flashlight and tosses it on the floor. “Tell me what you’re willing to do,” he says to me. “What did you have in mind?”

My mind goes blank. I try to form words, try to articulate a thought, but I have nothing. I’m in the backseat of a car, naked. Eric and Hunter are looking at me as if they want to devour me. I’ve fantasized about this, and they’re here, and my brain chooses that moment to short-circuit.

Hunter takes in my reaction. “Show Eric how wet you are,” he orders.

I stare at him. I can’t do that. There are two of them now. Two men. Two cocks. It’s overwhelming.

“Dixie.” Hunter’s voice cracks like a whip. “In or out?”

His question jolts me back from the edge. I take a deep breath. “In.”

His gaze searches mine. Whatever he sees on my face must be enough to reassure him. “In that case,” he says. “Show Eric how wet you are.”

I lean back to give myself room and push a finger deep inside me. My palm grazes Hunter’s cock as I touch myself, and he groans, throwing his head back. Satisfaction surges through me. It’s not just me. I’m not the only one feeling this. I’m not the only one teetering on the knife-edge of release.

“Hold your hand out to him,” Hunter orders hoarsely. “Let him taste you.”

I do as Hunter says. Eric clasps my wrist, his eyes hot with the same lust that’s rampaging through my body.

He sucks my finger between his teeth, his tongue licking my juices clean.

Shivers wrack my body at his touch. Oh God, another talented tongue.

I want his mouth on me. If not today, then the next time we do this.

There’s going to be no next time, remember? You wanted this to be a one-time thing.

“Ask Eric to play with your nipples,” Hunter continues.

My face fiery, I follow Hunter’s instructions. Once again, I bring my breasts together and hold them out to the other man. “Please play with my nipples, Eric.”

“Oh fuck, yes.” He leans forward, rolling a finger between his thumb and forefinger. “Too hard?”

“No.” He’d been playing with a paper clip at yesterday’s huddle, his fingers long and restless, and now those same fingers are on my nipples. This feels surreal. “Go harder.”

He ramps up the pressure, a little at a time, taking the time to learn my body and calibrating his touch in response.

He laces his fingers in my hair, tugging me closer and kissing me.

For a second, I freeze in surprise—I didn’t think we were doing that— and then I kiss him back, parting my lips, feeling his tongue slide against mine.

Potent, urgent, relentless pleasure winds through my body. Eric squeezes my nipples, and I grind on Hunter’s cock and gasp into Eric’s mouth. “You love this, don’t you?” he murmurs. “I have to admit, Dixie, you’re full of surprises. Tell me what you want me to do next.”

I don’t know where the words come from. When it comes to sex, I didn’t think I was capable of boldness. “I want to suck your cock.”

Shock slaps his face. For a second, he appears at a loss for words, and then he smiles slowly. “Well, fuck,” he says. “That’s not a request I can turn down.”

He frees his cock. I wrap my fingers around his thick length, anticipation prickling through me, and it jumps in my grip. I lower my head, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. He groans, and his grip tightens in my hair. “Just so you know,” he growls. “Teases get punished.”

Hunter laughs. “She’s practically begging for a spanking,” he says. He squeezes my ass. “Wrap those pretty little lips around Eric’s cock, Dixie.”

Half-sprawled on Hunter’s lap, I open my mouth and swallow as much of Eric’s length as I can.

Hunter rewards me by pushing two fingers deep into my pussy.

Then he adds another, and I whimper around Eric’s cock.

I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel it, and the burning stretch is deliciously painful. “Please,” I babble.

“Please what?” Hunter asks. His thumb grazes over my clit, and I arch as sensation storms through me. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“Do that again,” Eric says through clenched teeth. “When she moans around my cock—” His grip on my hair tightens as I bob my head on his length, taking him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I increase the suction. “Fuck me, I’m not going to last.”

Hunter’s fingers tease my clitoris, and then he starts to rub it in a steady, circular motion.

I moan my pleasure around Eric’s cock, raw, carnal desire throbbing through me.

Hunter’s thrusting his fingers in and out of me, and each thrust makes my toes curl.

Eric’s grip on my hair causes a thousand pinpricks of pain, and I’m too aroused to care.

I’m in relentless pursuit of my orgasm, and that’s all matters.

“I’m going to come,” Eric growls. “If you don’t want to swallow, now’s the time to stop.”

The warning’s nice, but I have no intention of stopping. I suck harder, feeling him clench, feeling him tighten…

Hunter’s finger grazes the tight pucker of my ass, and that’s all it takes. I shatter, whimpering around Eric’s cock. Eric explodes, thick bursts of cum shooting down my throat, and Hunter thrusts his fingers into me, over and over again, savoring every last twitch of my release.

Oh wow. I’ve never come this hard in my life.

It takes me a few minutes to recover, and then I scramble up and sit on the seat. Eric is slumped back, a dazed look on his face. “Fuck,” he says softly. He cups my cheek. “That was—” He shakes his head. “Fuck.”

“Tell me about it,” Hunter says. He wraps an arm around me and tugs me into the warmth of his body.

“You should see how wet you are,” he says, his breath a hot caress against my ear.

“I almost came in my pants when you came.” He puts a finger on my chin and tilts it up. “You okay? You want to go again?”

I’m not ready for this night to end. “Yes, please.” I capture his finger in my mouth, and he groans again, and his reaction emboldens me. “Can I suck your cock, Hunter?”

“Oh fuck, yes.”

Eric pulls me forward. I’m draped across the seat. I prop myself up by my elbows and lower my mouth to Hunter’s thick cock. There’s a drop of precum beading on the tip, and I lap it up before taking him deeper.

Eric parts my legs. I barely pay attention, focused on Hunter’s reaction, until he puts his mouth on my pussy. I jolt up, and Hunter chuckles at the look on my face. “You look surprised,” he says. “You went down on him. Why wouldn’t he reciprocate?”

Oral sex, giving and receiving. I’d okayed it last night. I hadn’t really realized how good it would be. How much their touches would inflame me. I hadn’t thought of how turned on I would get when I sucked one man’s cock while another man ate me out.

But I am. So aroused. So aware. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m more turned on than I would have thought possible.

Eric sucks my clit between his teeth, and it sends me over the edge again. Somewhere in there, Hunter comes too, and I swallow his cum greedily. Then I sit up. Lean back. Hunter produces a bottle of water from somewhere, and I gulp it down.

I feel renewed. Reborn. I feel like a sexual being, in touch with my desires for the first time in my life.

“If you want another round,” Hunter says, his voice lazy and sated. “You have to give me a few minutes.”

“What he said.” Eric grins ruefully. “Ah, to be twenty again.” He rests his hand on my thigh, a light, gentle touch. “Holy fuck, that was hot. Thank you, Dixie.”

“I should be thanking you,” I mutter.

“Yes,” Hunter says dryly. “Let’s all congratulate ourselves for a job well done.”

I giggle. The aftermath—I’d been prepared to feel awkward. I thought I’d feel like a slut. After senior prom, when William and I were caught by the park ranger, he’d made me feel like?—

I sit up abruptly. I’ve buried the memory, but it resurfaces now, sharp and vivid. “If Coach finds out, he’ll cut me from the team,” William had said, his voice nervous and resentful. “For fuck’s sake, Dixie. You’re a girl. You’re not supposed to lose your head.”

Oh.

William and I had been together for a year. I hadn’t rushed into sex. I had been a virgin, and I wanted to wait. To make sure he was the one.

That night, after senior prom, I’d been determined that would be the night. Some of the guys were planning on getting hotel rooms, but my mother was strict with me; she’d have never allowed me to go to a boy’s hotel room.

I thought we could find a deserted park instead. Sure, the back seat of the car wasn’t exactly romantic for my first time, but I was young, and I thought I was in love. William was all the romance I needed.

Then the park ranger had caught us. He’d taken our names down, and he’d let us off with a stern warning. I’d been nervous he’d call my mother, but William’s reaction had been so much stronger. He’d been furious and almost panicked at the prospect of getting in trouble.

He’d made me feel like a slut that night. He’d made me feel ashamed of my desire.

Is that why I’m so rigid? Is that why I don’t allow myself pleasure?

Some of what I’m going through must show on my face, because Eric stiffens, and Hunter gives me a concerned glance. “Dixie,” he asks softly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” That’s why, after all these years, I still am so wary around men? Because of how William acted when I was seventeen? Good God, I feel like such a fool. We broke up almost fifteen years ago. Why have I let him have so much power over me?

“Do you want to go home?” Eric asks carefully.

It feels like a bomb has exploded inside me. I want to scream and break things, and above all, I want space to think. This is big. This is a revelation. I need my notepad to make sense of it all.

I seize on the suggestion. “Yes, please.”

“Okay.” Eric gets out of the car, his shoulders set tight. “Hunter will drive you home.” He retrieves my clothes from the top of the trunk and hands them to me. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay.” I get dressed mechanically, my thoughts still racing. Eric gets into his car; I barely register the noise of the engine starting. I move to the passenger seat on autopilot. Hunter starts his Lexus, giving me several concerned looks.

We travel in silence, one I don’t have the wherewithal to break. Finally, Hunter pulls up in front of my apartment building. Eric’s car is already there, parked in a visitor spot, and he’s leaning against the door, an unreadable expression on his face.

I get out. He takes a half-step toward me and then stops in his tracks. “I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too.”

He doesn’t look like he believes me, which I don’t understand. I came against his mouth, against his talented tongue. Did he not feel how hard I fell apart? I want to say that to him, but my mind isn’t on this conversation. It’s mired in the past.

Eric runs his hands through his hair. “Dixie,” he says, his voice flat.

“Listen, whatever you’re thinking right now, I want to assure you that I’m an adult.

If you’re concerned that this will influence the way I see you at work, it won’t.

I know words are cheap, and it’s easy for me to say that, but I promise you it’s true. ”

“That’s not it.” I wrap my arms around my chest, hugging myself tight. “That’s not it at all. There’s something…” My voice trails away. I can’t tell them about William. Tonight was supposed to be casual. They haven’t signed up to hear about my baggage. “I need time to process something.”

On impulse, I stand on tiptoe and hug both of them. “Thank you.”

Hunter brushes a kiss against my cheek. “You okay alone?”

“Yes.” More than that, I need to be alone. I need to figure this out. I turn away before I can blurt out all my problems to them. They wait for me to get inside the outside door, and then they drive away.

I make my way to my apartment and pour myself a tall glass of water.

For heaven’s sake, is this why I’m so uptight?

Is this the underlying reason for all my failed relationships?

Because when I was seventeen, I asked for something, and it went wrong, and William blamed me for it?

Is this why I’ve never felt comfortable telling a partner what I wanted in bed?

Is this why I’ve restricted myself to, as Eric so astutely put it, missionary with the lights out?

Hunter and Eric had been great. So great. They’d brought my fantasy to life, and never, not even for the space of a second, had they made me feel judged for my desires.

I sit with my thoughts for almost an hour, doodling on my notepad. Over and over again, they keep circling back to Hunter and Eric. One moment, we were talking about the next round. The next minute, I wanted to go home. If I were in their shoes, I’d be wondering what the hell happened.

They might not want my baggage, but I do owe them an explanation. It’s only fair.

I glance at my phone. It’s midnight. Mrs. Grace would tell me it’s far too late for a telephone call.

I dial Eric’s number anyway.