Free Cuffed for Pleasure by Lacey Thorn Page A

low and shuddered. Dylan and Mitch eased up, licking softly, then pulling back completely. Tanner tensed over her, and with a harsh groan of his own spilled into the condom.
    Her eyes closed as she continued to shudder and moan. She felt someone tugging at her feet and unwrapped them from Tanner, letting her legs fall to the bed. Tanner moved off of her and still she didn’t open her eyes or move. Masculine chuckles filled the air. The bed dipped to her left, and without opening her eyes, she knew it was Dylan. Each of them had a unique masculine scent to them.
    The flush of a toilet and the sound of running water reached her. They were obviously cleaning up. She should move and do the same, but she was a boneless heap at the moment and didn’t think her legs would hold her. Soon, she vowed. Just as soon as she could move.
    A warm cloth slid between her thighs, and her eyes jerked open. Mitch was there with a wet washcloth cleaning her. She was embarrassed and tried to close her sprawled legs. Then almost laughed. After what they’d just shared, him cleaning her up was embarrassing? Good grief.
    “I can do that,” she told him, easing up and reaching for the cloth.
    He didn’t argue, just leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips before handing her the cloth.
    A soft snore filled the air, and she turned to see Dylan facedown where he’d collapsed beside her on the bed. He was sound asleep. She giggled and Mitch snorted.
    “Looks like you wore him out,” Tanner said as he stepped back into the room. None of them wore clothes, and obviously, were comfortable with their nudity even when not having sex.
    “Good to know that he’s as sated as I am.” She smiled as she slid off the other side of the bed and stood on shaky legs.
    “Bathroom’s all yours.” Tanner nodded towards the door.
    She smiled as she passed him. She shut the door and leaned against it. She couldn’t stop grinning. She’d just had the most amazing night of sex of her life. What happened now? Would Tanner take her home, which would indicate they’d got what they wanted from her? Or would she stay the night and maybe have sex again at some point in the night or morning? And if she did stay, where would she sleep? With whom?
    Did it really matter? She shook her head and reached for the faucet, turning it on. They had only themselves to blame for the fact she didn’t want to leave. In fact, they had created a few new fantasies for her to dream about. Fantasies of developing a relationship with not one, but three men. They’d cuffed her for pleasure, taking her body to heights it had never reached before. She only hoped they planned to keep her there.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Mandy threw herself on the bed and bounced as much as possible. She couldn’t hold back the giggles. If the guys could see her now, they would never let her live it down. But she wanted to test to make sure it would hold when they all piled in it later. She was really looking forward to breaking it in.
    She lay back and closed her eyes, remembering how everything had changed for her six months ago. An impulsive yes that had changed her life completely and led her to where she was now, in this bed waiting for the men she loved to get home.
    So much time had passed since the first night they’d all spent together piled in Tanner’s bed. She’d ended up spending all four of her nights off with them before heading home to go back to work. Tanner had shown up at her door the first night she was home. Mitch the second, and then Dylan. It had made her laugh, wondering how they had decided whose turn it was.
    Then she’d had two nights off and spent them at their house. They’d repeated the pattern for the first month with her staying with them on her nights off, then one of them showing up when she stayed home because of work. It was a crazy time, and thankfully only lasted six weeks.
    She’d never forget opening her door, wondering which one of them was there. It had surprised