while Trevor took his turn in the bathroom. With every minute that clicked by, Channing became more and more nervous.
Especially when Colby returned to the room with a length of rope in one hand, a bandana in the other, and a wicked gleam in his eye. He said, “Strip. I wanna see you bare-assed naked right now.”
Channing nodded, doffed her clothes and stood before him, feeling shy and exposed.
“You’re mighty fine, Chan. Come here and turn around.”
She crossed the room. The folded red bandana flashed in front of her eyes before everything went dark. A quick pinch on the back of her head and she was blindfolded.
Colby made no move to touch her besides guiding her back to the bed. “Sit here and wait for further instructions. You’ll do as you’re told. No questions. We clear on that, shug?”
“Yes.”
He placed a soft kiss on the corners of her lips and whispered, “Good girl. Don’t be scared. We ain’t gonna hurt you—” his teeth sank into her earlobe, “—much.”
Channing shivered.
The door to the bathroom clicked open and shut. She heard Colby’s and Trevor’s voices, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. That was probably a good thing.
She swallowed to moisten her dry mouth. Her heart rate kicked up again when humid, soapy-scented air drifted out of the bathroom and she sensed Trevor and Colby standing in front of her.
“Here’s the deal, darlin’. We’re gonna play a little game of blind man’s bluff. You’re gonna try to figure out who’s touchin’ you. If you guess right, you get a reward. If you guess wrong, well, let’s just hope you don’t have to find out.”
Channing went absolutely motionless.
“Lay back on the bed and press your arms together above your head. That’s a girl.” Scratchy twine wrapped around her wrists several times. Colby whispered, “It ain’t too tight, mostly it’s to keep your hands out of our way. If you cooperate, we’ll leave them loose. The second you try to touch either of us or those hands move? We’ll fasten you to the bed frame. We clear on that?”
“Yes.”
Trevor said, “Spread your legs wide. I wanna see those heels hangin’ off the side of the bed.”
She complied.
“You’re beautiful, Chan. No matter what we do to you, leave ’em like that until we say otherwise.”
Channing had a flash of insight. If they talked, she’d easily be able to figure out which one was doing what. Colby loved to talk dirty, so chances were good he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. She withheld a grin.
Until the music turned on.
Before she could contemplate how she’d differentiate one man from the other in the dark, a hot mouth closed over her left nipple and suckled strongly. Rough fingertips dragged up and down the center of her body. Smoothing over her ribcage and the sensitive bend in her waist. A light stroking over the pulse pounding in the column of her neck.
A work-roughened palm traced her contours, from the arms displayed above her head, down her tensed shoulders. Over the soft curve of her belly, across her hips and the roundness of her thighs. Past her quaking knees, down her calves to her ankles, ending at her ticklish feet. Those maddeningly thorough hands reversed the process with just as much sensual deliberation.
Channing began to shake with pure unadulterated need.
Then those eager hands palmed her breasts, bringing both nipples together to suck and lick and taste. Teeth nipped the tender tips, causing a pain-filled sound to escape from her throat.
The sting was soothed by pursed lips blowing a stream of cool air, followed by a warm, wet tongue lapping and curling around the abused flesh.
“Who?” a gruff male commanded.
Well, shoot. Her chances of guessing correctly were fifty-fifty. “Trevor?”
“Wrong. Turn her over,” Colby said.
A hard slap burned across her left butt cheek.
When she protested—“Hey! That stings”—two more smacks landed in rapid succession.
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