Free Sinful Pleasures by Ashley Shay Page B

point on. She felt as if she’d grown, as if she were more aware of herself and her needs.
    Her cell phone buzzed and Jude dug it from the small purse she’d carried through the evening. Tracey would be calling to find out how the dance went.
    “Sorry to call so late, but I didn’t want to interrupt if you were having a wonderful time,” Tracey apologized. “Are you in bed?”
    “Just got out of bed,” Jude answered with a trace of humor.
    “Just got…oh…” Tracey hesitated. “Do you have time to talk?”
      “I need to talk.” Jude sighed.
    Biting her bottom lip as she looked at her reflection, Jude knew that after today she would never be satisfied in a conventional relationship. She wasn’t sure, but she thought Dallas and Morgan might have ruined her for any other man forever. She couldn’t imagine not being with the two of them. She found a dressing gown and pulled it on, moving to the bed where she could stretch out and relax while she talked to Tracey.
    “I really don’t know what I’ve got myself into, Trace. Dallas and Morgan want to teach me about everything.”
    “And the problem?” Tracey’s amusement was evident in her voice.
    “Spanking…”
    Tracey laughed out loud. “Did you let them?”
    “Well, I…really, I didn’t have much choice,” Jude spluttered, feeling herself blush at the memory.
    “Good.” Tracey didn’t pull any punches. “Did you enjoy it?”
    “That’s the thing,” Jude said in awe. “I did, but I don’t understand why.”
    “Always thinking and analyzing.” Tracey sighed. “I’ll tell you why, because they just proved to you they are alpha males. It’s in our female psyche to respond to a dominant man. We’re always searching for that man who will take over, and take care of us. Now, be honest, didn’t it enhance the sex?”
    “Yes. I’ve never had anything like it,” Jude admitted.
    “Then, be happy, Jude.” Tracey’s voice softened with emotion. “If you enjoyed it, nothing else matters.”
    “I suppose not,” Jude agreed, running her hand across the sheets that were still damp from the sweat of their sexual play. She turned her face into the sheet so she could inhale Dallas’s and Morgan’s scents. “I don’t know if I can give up control.” Jude realized her voice sounded tense but she couldn’t help it. She was way out of her comfort zone here, and she didn’t know what to expect.
    “You don’t have to,” Trace said patiently. “Just because you do what they tell you doesn’t mean you’re not in control. You can use your body to get what you want.”
    Jude thought about that for a minute. Then she grinned. “Did I ever tell you that I have a brilliant little sister?”
    “Get some rest, Jude,” Tracey suggested. “You’re gonna have your hands full with those two, and I want to hear all the juicy details.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Morgan Kent took the bottle of beer
Dallas
handed him. He dropped down in one of the wooden Adirondack chairs
Dallas
kept on the front porch. After his best friend had settled his tall frame into one of the matching chairs, Morgan held his bottle up in salute.
Dallas
returned the gesture and propped his feet up on the porch railing.
    “What do you think?”
Dallas
asked without looking at him. He didn’t have to explain what he was talking about. The two men had been best friends so long they were closer than most brothers. More often than not, they could read what the other was thinking.
    “I believe we just found the best thing in our lives, partner.”
    Dallas
continued to look out over the field of vibrantly colored wildflowers growing at the edge of the well-kept lawn. Owl clover and lupine contrasted sharply with the yellow brittlebush and scarlet blooming penstemon. Morgan knew how much
Dallas
loved the panoramic scene in front of him, just like he knew his friend had paid dearly for it.
    Tearing his gaze away from the rugged beauty of the land, he turned to Morgan. “She’s the kind