Hence the reason I wasn’t going to push.
“Is this what it’s like to be into BDSM?” Heaven inquired.
I frowned.
“Sex with strangers?”
“I’d like to think you’re not a stranger. You’ve slept under my roof. I don’t extend that to strangers.” I leaned in, my mouth hovering over hers. “What you need to do is remember sex doesn’t equate to a relationship. You don’t have to commit to someone to enjoy them. Separate yourself, Heaven.”
“You’re right,” she whispered. “Pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Exactly,” I said, sealing my lips to hers.
“May I finish washing you?” she asked, breathing roughly when I pulled back.
“Who am I to deny a beautiful woman?”
When I stepped back, Heaven reached for the body wash, poured more into her hands before gliding them over my chest. I could see the heat in her eyes as she focused on the action. That was the point, right?
This time, when she closed her fingers around my cock, I didn’t stop her. When her eyes lifted to my face, I ensured she saw the danger in my gaze, the promise of what was to come if she continued down this path.
“Can I ask you something without pissing you off?”
My eyes narrowed. “Depends on what it is.”
“Do you always share women with your brother?”
“Yes.”
“Do women fall in love with both of you at the same time?”
“It’s not about love,” I explained.
Seemingly bothered by my response, she rinsed her hands.
I could feel the distance growing between us. Although she was willing to explore this, Heaven didn’t understand how to keep sex and love separate. As was the case for many people, it was one and the same for her. But that wasn’t how I saw things. I’d been in this lifestyle for so long I’d come to expect those I encountered to get it.
But Heaven wasn’t a submissive. She didn’t understand that playing was part of the game. A way for two souls to interact on an intimate level.
Perhaps by the time I was through with her, she’d realize there was more out there than falling in love.
I shut the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. Rather than dry myself, I took my time running the cotton over her curves, drying every inch before wrapping her in it.
“I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” I told her. “But I can give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.”
She nodded, her green eyes glittering. “I know.”
“Is that what you want? If it’s not, I won’t hold it against you.”
I thought for a moment that she wasn’t going to answer, but finally Heaven nodded. “It’s what I want.”
I smiled, ensured she saw my approval. “Good. Then get in the bed and wait for me.”
I waited until she slipped out of the bathroom before I grabbed another towel, dried myself off. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and paused there. I couldn’t help but think about Everly. She understood this lifestyle, likely knew that what I wanted from Heaven was simply sex. But did she understand what I wanted from her? That I was willing to play a game with her friend if it meant I’d have the chance to spend time with her?
The last thing I wanted was to hurt anyone, but right now, I needed the distraction more than ever.
Dropping the towel, I marched into the bedroom, set my gaze on Heaven. “No clothing allowed in the bed, either. That includes towels.”
Without hesitation, she stripped it off, tossed it to me before sliding beneath the blankets.
“No blankets, either,” I informed her, grinning. “I want to see you.”
“You’re terrible.”
I brushed her hair back from her face. “Baby, you have no idea.”
Easing her back, I trailed my hands over her skin, touching every part of her. Neck, shoulders, arms. I glided my hands over her chest, watching her face for clues as to what she enjoyed most.
After teasing her breasts, I paused for a moment, snagged a condom from the nightstand. As I rolled it on, she stared at me, watching my every movement.
And when I joined her on the bed, she seemed to think I was going to sink inside her. I had to smile because it was obvious she’d been with the wrong men if she thought that was the only pleasure we were after. The condom was necessary because I had no intentions of stopping later and ruining the moment. However, I wasn’t even close to fucking her with my cock. That would come. In time.
I easily shifted her on the bed, making my way between her thighs. With my hands on her knees, I stared down at her even as I began moving them toward her torso, effectively opening her pussy, giving me an unobstructed view of those glistening pink folds.
“You’re wet for me.”
She inhaled sharply but didn’t reply.
