ready.”
Pansy nodded then gave Billy a smile. “You ready to rumble?”
Billy shook his head, still not getting exactly what was happening here.
“Don’t worry,” she said, grabbing his arm and turning him toward a corridor. “You’re gonna love this.”
He let her lead him to a doorway that was cracked open. Inside, Beau stood in the center of a room with contraptions that looked a lot like those in Aiden’s playroom. A padded table, a spanking bench, a bed against a wall, a line of cabinets with implements hanging on hooks—floggers, whips and some things Billy didn’t recognize. He returned his gaze back to Beau who was staring at Pansy, approval gleaming in his dark eyes.
“So you made your choice,” Beau said, his tone quiet and even.
Pansy let go of Billy’s arm and set the helmet on a cabinet ledge before walking slowly toward Beau. When she stood in front of him, she knelt, clasping her hands behind her and bowing her head.
Beau reached down to ruffle her hair, and his gaze went to Billy. “She’s been worrying about how this might work. I thought rather than giving her what she expected, she might like a change of venue. A chance for us all to play before we explore what might be.”
Billy swallowed, knowing he’d just been included in the invitation, and that rather than watching, and maybe discovering he wasn’t cut out for a life with Pansy, he was being given a chance to join in. To play on an even field with the man who was watching him with a steady stare.
For a moment, he felt a little overwhelmed. Like he’d been offered a gift he didn’t expect, and didn’t know how to reciprocate. Like he’d come to a party without a favor in his hands for his host. “This is your night.”
“Which I decided wasn’t the way I wanted to look at this. My night. Your night. Every night should be hers.”
Pansy’s breath sounded jagged as she inhaled.
Billy glanced down to watch her hand wrap around Beau’s knee. She leaned against him, hugging him.
“You’re really okay with his?” Billy asked, his voice a little husky.
Beau’s mouth slowly widened into a smile. “We should be friends. The best of friends. Because we share something we both desire.” Beau glanced down and tipped up Pansy’s face. “You want us both, don’t you?”
Pansy wet her bottom lip with her tongue. Her eyes were large in her face and tears shimmered in her eyes. “You can punish me later for being a slut, I think I’d like that, but yes, I want you both.”
“You’re not a slut … unless, you want to be our slut.” Beau waggled his eyebrows.
Pansy giggled and turned her head to flash Billy a smile. “You’ll get used to it. I swear.”
Billy scraped a hand across his hair and stared at the pair who waited for his answer. He couldn’t see a future where he’d ever get used to this. “You cops are a kinky fucking bunch.”
“Sorry you joined the wrong force?”
Billy snorted. He dropped his gaze to Pansy. “So long as you know, I won’t always want to share.”
The corners of her mouth curved higher. “So long as you know Beau gets his own alone time too.”
Billy shook his head, hiding his unease. Inside, he wasn’t sure how this would work. The idea of multiple partners was something he’d only ever expected to see on bad reality TV. “You’re gonna be a busy girl.”
“She’s gonna be bowlegged.”
Billy shot Beau a glance and then laughed at his crudeness. He nodded toward Pansy. “Are we going paintballin’ or not?”
Chapter Six
“Okay, so you know those paintballs hurt, right?” Pansy said from the passenger seat of the Raptor. Excitement skittered through her and she was unable to wait for the answer before she asked, “Are we almost there?”
Beau chuckled beside her.
The sound surprised her so much that her glance went from the dark highway to his face, illuminated by the dashboard lights. When she glanced behind her, she found Marti, who was wedged between
Pansy nodded then gave Billy a smile. “You ready to rumble?”
Billy shook his head, still not getting exactly what was happening here.
“Don’t worry,” she said, grabbing his arm and turning him toward a corridor. “You’re gonna love this.”
He let her lead him to a doorway that was cracked open. Inside, Beau stood in the center of a room with contraptions that looked a lot like those in Aiden’s playroom. A padded table, a spanking bench, a bed against a wall, a line of cabinets with implements hanging on hooks—floggers, whips and some things Billy didn’t recognize. He returned his gaze back to Beau who was staring at Pansy, approval gleaming in his dark eyes.
“So you made your choice,” Beau said, his tone quiet and even.
Pansy let go of Billy’s arm and set the helmet on a cabinet ledge before walking slowly toward Beau. When she stood in front of him, she knelt, clasping her hands behind her and bowing her head.
Beau reached down to ruffle her hair, and his gaze went to Billy. “She’s been worrying about how this might work. I thought rather than giving her what she expected, she might like a change of venue. A chance for us all to play before we explore what might be.”
Billy swallowed, knowing he’d just been included in the invitation, and that rather than watching, and maybe discovering he wasn’t cut out for a life with Pansy, he was being given a chance to join in. To play on an even field with the man who was watching him with a steady stare.
For a moment, he felt a little overwhelmed. Like he’d been offered a gift he didn’t expect, and didn’t know how to reciprocate. Like he’d come to a party without a favor in his hands for his host. “This is your night.”
“Which I decided wasn’t the way I wanted to look at this. My night. Your night. Every night should be hers.”
Pansy’s breath sounded jagged as she inhaled.
Billy glanced down to watch her hand wrap around Beau’s knee. She leaned against him, hugging him.
“You’re really okay with his?” Billy asked, his voice a little husky.
Beau’s mouth slowly widened into a smile. “We should be friends. The best of friends. Because we share something we both desire.” Beau glanced down and tipped up Pansy’s face. “You want us both, don’t you?”
Pansy wet her bottom lip with her tongue. Her eyes were large in her face and tears shimmered in her eyes. “You can punish me later for being a slut, I think I’d like that, but yes, I want you both.”
“You’re not a slut … unless, you want to be our slut.” Beau waggled his eyebrows.
Pansy giggled and turned her head to flash Billy a smile. “You’ll get used to it. I swear.”
Billy scraped a hand across his hair and stared at the pair who waited for his answer. He couldn’t see a future where he’d ever get used to this. “You cops are a kinky fucking bunch.”
“Sorry you joined the wrong force?”
Billy snorted. He dropped his gaze to Pansy. “So long as you know, I won’t always want to share.”
The corners of her mouth curved higher. “So long as you know Beau gets his own alone time too.”
Billy shook his head, hiding his unease. Inside, he wasn’t sure how this would work. The idea of multiple partners was something he’d only ever expected to see on bad reality TV. “You’re gonna be a busy girl.”
“She’s gonna be bowlegged.”
Billy shot Beau a glance and then laughed at his crudeness. He nodded toward Pansy. “Are we going paintballin’ or not?”
Chapter Six
“Okay, so you know those paintballs hurt, right?” Pansy said from the passenger seat of the Raptor. Excitement skittered through her and she was unable to wait for the answer before she asked, “Are we almost there?”
Beau chuckled beside her.
The sound surprised her so much that her glance went from the dark highway to his face, illuminated by the dashboard lights. When she glanced behind her, she found Marti, who was wedged between
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