“But you have hurt me.” I press my finger to his lips, silencing him. “And I don’t mean by you being with Hailey. I can’t hold you responsible for something you did before me, and I never would. But you keep giving me half-truths. Not telling me about selling coke. Hiding what happened to your brother. Now this bullshit with you, Ryder, and Hailey. What else are you keeping from me?”
“Nothing,” he says softly, guilt thick in his tone. “I swear on my fucking life there’s nothing else.”
I close my eyes, wanting with everything in me to believe him. But who am I not to? Infested with lies, I’m harboring the mothership of untruths. “What was all of that before? You letting Ryder dance with me?” I open my eyes and stare into his, trying not to choke over my words. “Were you . . . for real about what you said, or was it just the alcohol?”
“Why?” A slow grin pulls at the edge of his mouth. “Did you . . . like what we were doing to you?”
“No.” Another lie. Anxiety tenses my muscles. “Why would you even ask?”
“Come on, baby. I know you better than you think I do. You feel something for Ryder, admit it.”
“What?” My breath disintegrates from my lungs as I stare at him.
“You heard me. There’s something between you two. I’ve known it since the day we met. I feel it every time we’re all in the same room. It’s undeniable, but it’s okay. It’s human nature. Just admit it.”
“I’m not talking about this.” Guilt cloaks me as I look off into the parking lot, my gaze catching Ryder’s as he gets into his car. He stares at me for a long moment, my heart shredding before he closes the door and pulls onto the road. “I’m not.”
“No. You’re not running from this, Ber.” Brock’s voice is soft as he captures my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “Clean slate, baby girl. No more lies for either of us. We’re talking about it, and we’re talking about it now.” A nervous swallow pinches my throat as he kisses my lips. “No one’s denying the chemistry you two share anymore, and like I said, it turns me the fuck on.”
“It seriously turns you on?” My thighs quiver as he cups my cheeks, dragging his lips to the curve of my jaw. “How’s that even possible?”
“How can it not be?”
“I . . . I don’t know. A chick all up on you would do nothing but piss me off.”
One truth. The thought alone sickens me.
He chuckles but sobers quickly, lust dominating his features. “I’m aware of the attraction and not at all threatened by it. I’m confident in what you and I have, and I’m cool with you exploring your want for each other while in my presence.” Brock’s mouth finds mine again, taking what’s rightfully his in a deep kiss. “The two of us together would bring you so much fucking pleasure, you wouldn’t be able to think straight. Let us, baby. Let us give you what you want. What you need.”
The whore in me jumps at his proposal, my darkest fantasies screaming to life. Opening every door, Brock’s giving me permission to entertain the man whose mere presence has held me captive from the second our eyes met, colliding our worlds together in an explosion. Thoughts of both men taking me, possessing me, ravishing every inch of my body flip through my head, seduction crooking a drugging finger in my direction as Brock kisses me harder.
Still, my heart’s saying this isn’t right. Love may know few boundaries, but surely this is one of them. If you love someone, have truly handed over your soul to them, this line should never be walked, let alone crossed.
Right?
“Say it, baby,” Brock whispers over my mouth, burying his hands in my hair.
I moan, my body lighting up as he kisses me deeper, his tongue seeking mine in ways it never has. There’s an urgency to his strokes, a silent plea for me to give in. On a groan, he pulls me over the console, straddling my legs over his waist.
He stares into my eyes. “Tell me you want this. Don’t be afraid to say it.”
“How can I not be afraid?” I question, trying to understand where all of this is coming from.
“Why would you be?” Brushing his thumb over my lips, his brows dip in confusion. “Is it the physical part? If that’s what’s bothering you, we’d make sure to take our time with you. Neither of us would hurt you. I promise you this. It’d be nothing but pleasure for you.”
“No. It’s not that. Well, I mean, I’ve never . . .” I pause, my brain skirting over unwelcomed thoughts of my past sexual encounters. Though I’ve had what anyone would consider an unhealthy number of partners, I’ve never engaged more than one man at the same time. “I haven’t had—”
“Two guys take you together,” Brock finishes, his voice husky as he brings my face to his.
A blush burns my cheeks, my breathing heavy as I nod.
Grinning, he nibbles my lip, his hands gripping my waist as he rocks his hips, making sure I feel how hard he is. “Like I said, we’d take it slow with you, baby. Nothing”—his hand floats under my skirt, his thumb circling my clit—“and I mean nothing we’d do to you would hurt.” Words a strangled whisper, he stares at me as he dips two fingers inside my warmth. “I know you want this. I can feel it. This pussy’s begging for what it needs. Let us give it to you.”
The stimulation makes my body jerk, my nipples hardening. Before I know it, I’m riding his fingers like I would his cock, my back chafing against the steering wheel as he watches me, lust dilating his eyes.