Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Dora’s expression is full of surprise as she gets to her feet. “No, that’s not it at all.” She lifts his hand to her lips and presses a tiny kiss on his metal knuckles. “You know I don’t care.”
“Do I?” He indicates his leg. “Come and sit, or tell me what the problem is.”
She bites her lip and gives me a mute look, then perches delicately on his knee, her thighs together.
“That isn’t what I had in mind,” he says in a gentle voice. “I said straddle, sweetheart. And use your safe word if you don’t want to do this.”
“I want to,” she blurts out. “It’s just…I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
Come between us? The kef?
“Come between us how?” Jamef asks, and I give him credit. His voice remains soothing, like he’s gentling a wild animal. I’d probably be cussing right about now or shaking her, so it’s good that he’s part of our trio.
Her eyes grow momentarily shiny. “I mean…the two of you. You keep including me and I know you’re more interested in each other than me. I’m trying to show you that it’s okay. That I understand my place.”
Her place?
Oh, I’m going to have to show her her place tonight, all right. Her place is where it was last night in bed, squeezed between the two of us.
Forty-Three
DORA
I’m anxious as they both watch me. Jamef’s eyes are gentle, but Bethiah’s have that angry spark in them. She doesn’t agree with what I said, about knowing my place. It’s just that…I wanted this game to bring us together. But I watched her touching him, her confidence and the way he stroked her arm, and they looked good. Like a couple.
Like they belong together.
And I feel like an interloper. Someone they’re taking pity on and inviting to play with them.
It’s that “interloper” feeling that’s making me hold back. Making me dare Jamef to kiss her instead of touch me, even though I’m practically squirming at the thought of his big fingers skating over the inside of my thigh. Do I want to be teased and made to come? Oh god, I do. But that worried part of me, the part that thinks I’m one wrong move away from a farm planet, is afraid for the focus to be on me. I don’t want Bethiah to hate me. I don’t want Jamef to think I’m trying to steal his attention away from her.
“You know, for this being your game, you’re not very good at it.” Bethiah studies me as I sit, legs tightly together on Jamef’s leg. His big hand is on the small of my back, but he hasn’t touched me other than that. It’s like he’s waiting for something. “What makes you think this game would come between us in some way?”
I don’t want to say it aloud. Saying it aloud makes it real. “I picked dare, not truth.”
“Yes, but you’re not doing either, fluffit,” Bethiah purrs. She puts her hands on my hips and slides me over to the center of Jamef’s lap, settling his half-hard cock against the back of my tunic. “He said straddle, yes?”
And she nudges my legs apart.
Jamef’s hand goes to my hair again, and he gives it the most gentle of tugs. “Remember your word if you don’t want to play. I’ll understand if you don’t, but this is a safe space between the three of us. We’re going as slow as you want.”
My heart aches. “I know the word. I just…”
“Do you feel like you’re intruding?” Bethiah’s hands are on my knees, keeping my legs apart. Her thumb brushes against my leg and she tilts her head, studying me. “That’s it, isn’t it? You brought up the triad and you’re worried we’re just humoring you.”
I remain mute. It sounds a little foolish when she says it like that.
Jamef’s other hand steals to my belly, and he presses on it lightly, forcing me to lean back against him. “That’s utter nonsense. There was no ‘us’ before you came into our lives, Dora. Bethiah and I don’t know how to work together, how to be a couple. You’re the one easing the way for us. We need you.” He tugs on my hair, tilting my head, and presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck. “You’re necessary to making this work.”
Bethiah’s hands move up my thighs. “Do we make you uncomfortable? Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“Not at all.” I stiffen a little, frowning at her. “You’re amazing and you know it.”
“I mean, I know that. I just want to make sure you’re aware of it.” Bethiah gives me a little smile and then tugs on my leggings. “So are we going to keep playing or not? Because I’d really like to see what Jamef thinks of your pretty pussy.”