and fought harder for her men instead of running away from them.
After his parents’ death, Gray had been convinced sweet little Jaycee could never handle one dominant man, let alone two. She wouldn’t like it hard and rough. No, of course not. After all, her favorite ice cream was vanilla.
Jaycee snorted.
If Gray only knew about her fantasies, he might be the offended one. Seriously, she’d been raised in the same town as him and Cade. Did he think a precocious girl like herself wouldn’t want to try ninety percent of the things that people talked about?
Hell, she might have technically been a virgin when they’d started dating, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t experimented before. She chose to remain a virgin because she wanted to be with them for her first time.
What would Gray think of her if he knew the plan she’d concocted the morning she caught Gray and Cade together? She had a bag of goodies to aid her in seducing both men in hand when she’d walked into the house. All of the items were picked strategically with each man in mind.
For Gray, she had a ball gag, anal beads, nipple clamps, and one suede flogger. Cade’s items had been less extreme, but no less exciting. She’d gotten him a blindfold, some rope, and, her personal favorite, a strap-on. She had been looking forward to testing each and every item.
Jaycee had hoped this would show both of them what she’d been telling them for months. It had been her last-ditch effort to save their relationship, but she’d never had the chance to pull out any of the toys. The bag was presently gathering dust under her bed. She couldn’t bear to get rid of them, especially the strap-on.
The thought of having the chance to fuck Cade with a strap-on tantalized her. She wanted it almost as badly as she wanted Cade to fuck her, not that they had the chance. She’d wanted to desperately, but she wouldn’t betray Gray any more than Cade would.
Hell, she was right back where she was three years ago—in the midst of an impossible situation.
Jaycee sat up with more speed than finesse then surged to her feet and headed straight for the front door. She shoved her feet into her favorite sneakers, grabbed her key from the hook, and opened the door as quickly and quietly as she could manage.
With a rapidly racing heart, Jaycee poked her head out to scan the hallway. Once satisfied no one lurked outside of her apartment, she dashed to her car as if the hounds of hell nipped at her heels.
In the distance from her apartment to her car, Jaycee had stumbled twice. Both times she’d tripped over her own stupid feet. Jaycee threw herself into the front seat of her car, remembering why she never ran. She was about as graceful as a bull rider who’d ridden the roughest and toughest bull in the state of Kansas.
She breathed out a sigh of relief when she closed her car door.
Laying her forehead on the steering wheel, Jaycee closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself. She had to get her emotions back in check before she could drive.
To where? Jaycee had no idea, but she had to go the moment she regained control of her body and mind. After what seemed like forever, her hands stopped shaking violently and slowed to a fine tremor. With her anxiety lessening, she stuffed her key into the ignition and turned it.
A chugga-chugga sound came from underneath the hood and then nothing.
“Son of a bitch,” Jaycee cursed as a strong sense of déjà vu hit her, making her head spin.
They were here. This childish, little stunt had Cade McCoy written all over it. He’d done it enough times in the past.
With every instinct Jaycee possessed screaming in protest, she swung her head in the direction of the driver’s side window.
Gray. Seeing him standing there caused a drastic spike in her heart rate. His lips were set in a determined line, jaw clenched, and his eyes glittered with purpose. Uh-oh.
A loud thumping noise on the passenger-side window interrupted her gawking.
After his parents’ death, Gray had been convinced sweet little Jaycee could never handle one dominant man, let alone two. She wouldn’t like it hard and rough. No, of course not. After all, her favorite ice cream was vanilla.
Jaycee snorted.
If Gray only knew about her fantasies, he might be the offended one. Seriously, she’d been raised in the same town as him and Cade. Did he think a precocious girl like herself wouldn’t want to try ninety percent of the things that people talked about?
Hell, she might have technically been a virgin when they’d started dating, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t experimented before. She chose to remain a virgin because she wanted to be with them for her first time.
What would Gray think of her if he knew the plan she’d concocted the morning she caught Gray and Cade together? She had a bag of goodies to aid her in seducing both men in hand when she’d walked into the house. All of the items were picked strategically with each man in mind.
For Gray, she had a ball gag, anal beads, nipple clamps, and one suede flogger. Cade’s items had been less extreme, but no less exciting. She’d gotten him a blindfold, some rope, and, her personal favorite, a strap-on. She had been looking forward to testing each and every item.
Jaycee had hoped this would show both of them what she’d been telling them for months. It had been her last-ditch effort to save their relationship, but she’d never had the chance to pull out any of the toys. The bag was presently gathering dust under her bed. She couldn’t bear to get rid of them, especially the strap-on.
The thought of having the chance to fuck Cade with a strap-on tantalized her. She wanted it almost as badly as she wanted Cade to fuck her, not that they had the chance. She’d wanted to desperately, but she wouldn’t betray Gray any more than Cade would.
Hell, she was right back where she was three years ago—in the midst of an impossible situation.
Jaycee sat up with more speed than finesse then surged to her feet and headed straight for the front door. She shoved her feet into her favorite sneakers, grabbed her key from the hook, and opened the door as quickly and quietly as she could manage.
With a rapidly racing heart, Jaycee poked her head out to scan the hallway. Once satisfied no one lurked outside of her apartment, she dashed to her car as if the hounds of hell nipped at her heels.
In the distance from her apartment to her car, Jaycee had stumbled twice. Both times she’d tripped over her own stupid feet. Jaycee threw herself into the front seat of her car, remembering why she never ran. She was about as graceful as a bull rider who’d ridden the roughest and toughest bull in the state of Kansas.
She breathed out a sigh of relief when she closed her car door.
Laying her forehead on the steering wheel, Jaycee closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself. She had to get her emotions back in check before she could drive.
To where? Jaycee had no idea, but she had to go the moment she regained control of her body and mind. After what seemed like forever, her hands stopped shaking violently and slowed to a fine tremor. With her anxiety lessening, she stuffed her key into the ignition and turned it.
A chugga-chugga sound came from underneath the hood and then nothing.
“Son of a bitch,” Jaycee cursed as a strong sense of déjà vu hit her, making her head spin.
They were here. This childish, little stunt had Cade McCoy written all over it. He’d done it enough times in the past.
With every instinct Jaycee possessed screaming in protest, she swung her head in the direction of the driver’s side window.
Gray. Seeing him standing there caused a drastic spike in her heart rate. His lips were set in a determined line, jaw clenched, and his eyes glittered with purpose. Uh-oh.
A loud thumping noise on the passenger-side window interrupted her gawking.
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