Page 38 of Dollhouse

Bo pulls me back to his chest. “Sorry, I had to distract her. She was worried sick, but this seemed to help.” His chin rests on my shoulder and I lick my lips at his warm breath on my collarbone.

Noah takes the phone back and places it on the dashboard, eyes locked on mine. I bite my lip, knowing he likes what he sees. Knowing he wishes he had stayed back with me.

Jesse pops a brow at Bo. “We don’t want that at all.” He tilts his head toward Noah. “What do you think? Should we let them get a little bit of stress out?”

Noah grins, and my heart trips at the sight. “Only if they set that camera up and follow directions.”

My eyes widen, my stomach immediately doing that tingling thing it does when Noah bosses us around.

“Can you do that?” Jesse asks, focusing back on Bo and me.

“Yes, sir.” Bo uses that sultry, brat voice of his that makes Jesse insane.

He props the phone up on the coffee table to face the couch, and sits back behind me, pulling my back to his chest. My nervous hands grip his thighs, suddenly feeling antsy andwarm.

Wine is quite the aphrodisiac, I’ll need to remember that.

“Emma,” Noah says, his voice low. “Are you already getting turned on?”

I swear he can read my mind. “I like when you direct me. Um,us.”

His smirk doesn’t waver, but is interrupted by the bite of his teeth as he watches me flush. To anyone else, he might lookdangerous like this, but all I see is that possessive need he saves for me. He owns me and he loves it.

Ilove it.

“You two are so good for us,” he says. “Bo. Ribbon around her wrists. Tight.”

My heart slams as I shift forward for Bo to pick up the ribbon and tie my wrists in front of me for Noah to see. With a final knot added, he looks up at the phone and tugs to show how snug it is, his mouth hovering right over my ear. “She’s not going anywhere.”

“Good boy,” Noah praises, causing a visceral reaction in the both of us. Even Jesse groans, shifting in his seat. “Now take off her shirt, I don’t care if you have to tear it.”

Bo follows each direction until we’re both left only in our underwear, my hands still bound in front of me as I lie back against Bo’s warm chest.

“Spread her legs so we can see you play with her.”

The words are said even and low but my body lights up at them—at theattention. Physically, from Bo, as his hand slides down my stomach to my underwear and pauses for just a beat before dipping inside. But also from the knowledge that both Jesse and Noah are watching us, that they arehardfor us.

I moan as he rolls my clit under his finger, my head falling back against his shoulder as he latches his lips to the pulse point on my neck and sucks.

“Does that feel good, Em?” Noah asks, and I nod, as my mouth falls open on a breathless moan.

A rough voice cuts in from behind us. “It looks like it does.”

I shoot up, twisting in Bo’s lap as he launches to his feet, pushing me behind him.

“Fuck.” I barely hear him, the disbelief evident in Noah’s almost silent shock. “Fuck!” he screams louder. “Goddamit,Jesse, go!” There’s more shouting, like he’s directing everyone nearby to drive. To get back here. That it was a trick.

It was a trick.

By the time my head catches up with reality, my scream is silenced by a large hand wrapping around the front of my face. I’m yanked backward into the chest of a stranger, though I gave everything I could trying to keep a hold of Bo’s hand.

“Bo!” My terrified scream is muffled by the calloused hand as it covers my mouth and nose. Breathing through the tiny gap in his fingers is damn near impossible, and I start to lose my grip, my struggle slowing.

I’ve never seen Bo look the way he does right now. I’m sure the same fear sits inside him, but he looksviolent. Angry as our chances of escaping dwindle with each new man that enters the room with their gun drawn. Headlights shine through the windows.

Bo manages to wrestle past the man holding him back and land a punch on mine, and I gulp in air when his hand slips from my face to grab his bleeding nose.

That’s when Bo’s familiar hand finds mine, grabbing me tightly and yanking me toward the doors. “Jesse, Noah! We’re gonna run, get back here now.Please.” His voice breaks on the last word, and I hate that I’m crying already. I need to be strong. He needs me to be strong so we can get out of this alive.