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Chapter 19

Silence

Darkness descends as Zayden ties a blindfold around my head. I’m still sitting on the dildo, but Xavier pulled the chair back from the table, so I’m in the center of the kitchen. My heart is pounding, my pussy is clenching around the toy, and I’m desperate to know what this game is.

“You say you know us by our footsteps,” Zayden says somewhere from my right. “But let’s see just how well you can tell us apart, baby.” His voice is low, a grumble of desire and promise that has my clit throbbing. “We’re going to touch you, Silence. Play with you. Do you want that?”

I nod quickly. “Yes.”

Xavier chuckles somewhere behind me, the sound deep and velvety.

I pull in a breath as two warm hands rest on my shoulders. They work their thumbs into me, massaging gently, and when I sigh and relax into them, they press a kiss below my ear.

“Yale,” I whisper.

He laughs quietly in my ear. “Damn.”

I grin. “Your hands are smoother.”

“Because he hasn’t worked a day in his life,” Xavier retorts, earning a laugh from Zayden. Footsteps echo around me, two sets I think, and when someone grips my knees, I smile.

“Xavier.”

He barks a laugh. “She can fucking see!”

“I can’t!” I insist. “I just know what you’ll go for first.”

His next words are uttered into my ear. “No one likes a showoff, little Q.” He kisses my neck before moving away, and goosebumps shiver down my back.

“Let’s do something a little more fun,” Zayden says.

I wiggle excitedly. “Yes, let’s.”

More footsteps. My pussy flutters around the dildo as warm breath tickles my lips—and a kiss. It’s slow, deep, claiming, and my body aches with need as he takes his time, savoring the moment. His tongue slips into my mouth and I resist the urge to reach out and pull him closer, because Xavier will likely accuse me of cheating.

When he pulls back, I’m breathless. “Zayden.”

“Fuck, she’s good,” he says. “What gave me away?”

“I’ve been kissing you for nine years, Z. I know your mouth.”

“Is that so?” he asks, and I nod. “Then open your legs.”

My heart tumbles over itself, because yes, they’ve seen me naked, but not exposed like this. I know for a fact I’m dripping, probably flushed, pink, ready to be fucked, but I’m not backing down now.

I move my right leg, then my left. Xavier whispers a curse from somewhere, and I relish in the knowledge that he likes what he sees.

“That’s where that tattoo is,” Yale says, and I grin. I had the small Q placed on my inner thigh, high enough that I thought only the tattoo artist and Zayden would ever see it.

“One of us is going to eat you out, Silence. Are you ready?” Zayden asks, and I nod quickly. “You only get to guess who it is when you’re coming. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

Then … quiet.

For some reason, I try to blink behind the blindfold, as if that’ll help me figure out where they are. I shift in place, whimpering as the dildo moves, too.

But no one makes a sound.