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Mickey’s hands skim over her thighs as I peel first one boot and then the other away. Next, her tights follow, the thin fabric no match for my eagerness to reveal the soft skin beneath.
Her dress—a delicate thing—is next. I unwrap her like she’s a gift, which isn’t far from the truth. She’s ours, even if she hasn’t admitted it yet. Since her hands are still gathered around her back, I can’t pull it all the way off.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, admiration genuine. “Isn’t she, Mick?”
“Fuckin’ masterpiece,” he agrees, his hands on her tits.
“Guys… please,” Gail whimpers, her body arching toward Mickey’s touch, toward my gaze that devours every inch of her. Her desperation is a tangible thing, a sweet scent filling the air between us.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” Mickey’s voice is a tease.
“Tell us what you want, Gail,” I press, knowing full well the power we wield over her senses. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, each breath a silent concession to the desire coursing through her veins.
“I want to see you.”
The look Mick shoots me makes it clear he wants to give in, to give her exactly what she wants. But why should we when she’s leaving us hanging, not opening up like we’ve done to her?
Fuck me!
I know relationships aren’t about tit for tat, and I know… well, it doesn’t fucking matter. Reaching for the blindfold, I gently remove it from her eyes. I patiently wait while she blinks, adjusting her eyes.
“Thank you,” she rasps, licking her lips.
While Mickey unlocks the handcuffs, I cup her chin and angle her face toward mine. Then I claim her lips in a bruising, needy kiss—one where I try to convey how much I need to hear her say those words back to me.
Pulling back, I take her hand and pull her back to her feet. My breath jagged as I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, the delicate lace of her bra barely containing the swell of her breasts. Mickey’s hands are still on her, his touch reverent and possessive all at once.
“Say it,” I command, the words a growl torn from some primal part of me. “Please tell us you’re ours, Gail. For more than today, for more than one night.”
Her blue eyes flicker, a storm brewing in their depths. She’s always been a spitfire, but now she’s pure wildfire, burning with an intensity that could either save or destroy us.
“I need to hear it now, Gail. Need to know you’re in this as deep as we are.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she retorts, sass lacing her tone.
“Words, Gail. Give us the damn words,” I demand, my hand finds the base of her throat, feeling the rapid thrum of her pulse beneath my palm.
Mickey leans in, his mouth against her ear, whispering dark promises that draw a sharp gasp from her lips. “You gonna make us beg, sweetheart? Because we will. We’ll fucking drop to our knees and beg until you finally admit it if that’s what it takes.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Gail counters, her voice trembling.
“Both,” Mickey and I say in unison, our dual declaration a testament to the bond we share, the one we’re forging with her, stronger than steel and more precious than diamonds.
“Dammit,” she curses softly. “Yes, I… I…”
As I watch her fight what we all know to be the truth, I’m hit so hard with realization my breath saws out of me. This is wrong, all fucking wrong. We shouldn’t force her to say it. “Stop,” I say urgently, letting go of her throat and scrambling back so I can admire just how fucking beautiful she is. “You’ll say it when you’re ready.”
The look she shoots me is pure gratitude, and it’s so potent I swear my knees almost give out. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“Do you want to get dressed again? Or?” Mickey asks, his expression serious. He grabs her hips and spins her around to face him. “We can talk, if you want.”
Gail shakes her head, but backs up so she can sit down on the bed, delicately crossing one leg over the other. “Tell me why you’re here,” she demands, her voice steady.
Feeling like I need to do more to show her I’m willing to wait, willing to do whatever she needs from me, I sit down on the floor, crossing my legs as I look up at her. Mickey follows my lead, sitting down next to me. Gail’s lips twist in wry amusement as she straightens her back, sitting taller.
“This is our house,” Mickey begins to explain. “We bought it together a few years ago. But since we never used it, we rented it out until—”
I can’t wait for Mickey to go through all the unnecessary details, so I interrupt him. “Lucia told us what kind of house you wanted, and we thought this one fit perfectly. We bought out the renters and paid to have it redecorated with new everything.”
