“Yes. How was it? Fucking Dante while I had my cock in your mouth?”
She flushed, looked away instantly. Goddamn, she was cute.
“I liked it.”
“And when Everly kissed you? Tried to pull you back from the edge?”
I hadn’t missed that part, the way Everly took charge, giving Heaven the assurance that she could put a stop to it whenever she wanted.
“I didn’t know what to expect going into it. But … I can certainly see the appeal.”
“You know you don’t have to be in the lifestyle to enjoy role-playing,” I told her. “It’ll spice up any vanilla relationship.”
“I’ve never met a man who’s interested in stuff like that.”
“But you will,” I encouraged.
“That’s my plan, anyway.”
I stepped forward, took her hands, separated them, then held them to my chest. “Heaven, you’re a beautiful woman. Inside and out. There’s a man out there who can dedicate himself to you fully. And when you meet him, you’ll know.”
“I kinda wish it could be you,” she said softly.
I shook my head. “No you don’t.”
Heaven’s grin was slow and genuine. “You’re right. I don’t. I see what’s going on here, and though it’s been fun, it’s not for me. I mean, being with Isaac… That was … weird. Good weird, maybe, but still weird.”
“It’s all relative,” I told her. “For us, it’s normal.”
“Why didn’t you watch us? When I was with Isaac?”
“I don’t want to watch you with my brother.”
“Why not?”
This was a little more difficult to explain. “It’s not the voyeuristic aspect I enjoy when it comes to my brother. I don’t need to see my submissive with Isaac. I get off knowing she’s with him. That he’s indulging in what belongs to me. That he’s giving her pleasure and she’s taking it, giving it in return.”
“Is it the same for him? When you’re with Everly?”
“Yes.”
I could see the next question already forming, knew what was coming, still I waited for it.
“Do you … do you like being with Everly?”
She held my gaze, as though my answer was important.
“Very much,” I admitted.
“Why?”
I’d known that was coming, too.
She must’ve taken my pause as a refusal to answer, because she cupped my face, held me there, making me grin stupidly.
She returned my smile. “Why do you enjoy it? We’re friends. You can tell me.”
I was surprised by her forwardness but not at all disappointed. “Because I love her.”
Heaven’s hands fell to her sides, her surprise glittering in her eyes.
“You love her?”
“With everything that I am.”
I had no idea why I was revealing this side of myself to Heaven. Perhaps I needed someone to know because I’d been holding it in for so long.
“Does she know?”
I shook my head.
“Does Isaac know?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because she belongs to Isaac.”
“But you want her to belong to you?”
“Not just me,” I admitted. “To both of us.”
It was true and not something Isaac and I had ever considered. My brother’d always envisioned us having two submissives, sharing them between us, but only one holding our hearts.
It had been a perfect plan.
One that had failed miserably when we’d met Everly.
Heaven took a step back, crossed her arms over her chest. She appeared to be tossing this information around in her head, trying to figure out what to do with it.
“What did you do with her? The last time you were with her?”
“I restrained her,” I relayed. “Slipped the plug in her ass, thinking about the day that plug would be my dick. I fucked her. Hard.”
“You don’t have any issues being blunt, do you?”
“Why should I? It’s who I am. I’m not ashamed of what I want.”
She nodded as though that made sense. “What about Dante?”
Her abrupt subject change caught me off guard. “What about him?”
“During the scene, he said you were his Master. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want him?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to deny it.
“Do you want to fuck him?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously, no filter at all. Right to the point.”
I laughed, pulled her to me, and cradled her head against my chest. “You’re something else, Heaven. I’m glad you’ve stayed. Glad I met you.”
She pushed against me, then stared up in my face, smiled sweetly. “Well, I can tell you, if you ever want to invite me to dinner in the future, one of you guys can do the cooking.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
She was grinning, extremely proud of herself.
“I’m going to check on Dante,” I told her. “Take your time. I’ll be a while.”
“Don’t have too much fun.”
I shook my head, chuckled. “No promises.”
Leaving Heaven to cook, I headed toward the guest suite. I rapped on Dante’s door, then opened it. He was reclined on the bed, his hair wet from his shower.
“We really need to redecorate this room,” I told him. “It doesn’t feel like you.”
I moved with purpose toward him, not hiding the reason I was there.
“But I know what does feel like you.”
