Free Healing Pleasure by Tonya Ramagos

stop himself. Both of them stopped at the top of the stairs to turn and look at him. “Sorry.” He really was. Maybe if he hadn’t interrupted them, she might have changed her mind. Hell, she’d kissed Brit. That was news to him. It was good news despite the jealousy that twisted in his gut.
    Brit turned first and headed down the hall, stopping just outside his door. “This is my room,” he told Lena, shooting a quick glance at Trey over her head. “I’ll let your boyfriend show you the room you’ll be staying in tonight.”
    Trey heard Lena’s quiet sigh as Brit disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him. “He’s still pissed at me.” He placed his free hand on the small of her back and gently urged her toward the next closed door. “He’ll be over it by morning.”
    Lena’s expression said she hoped so as she reached to take her bag from his hand. She glanced down the hall before looking back at him. “Which room is yours?”
    “We’ve already passed it. It’s the one on the other side of Brit’s.” It took every ounce of control he possessed not to offer to show it to her. After listening to Brit’s rejection, even if the man had issued it in his best jerkish mode, combined with the knowledge that she’d apparently made the first move on Brit, he knew any offer like that he could make would be met with the same refusal.
    “I hope he is over it by morning, though it probably won’t last long after what I intend to do.”
    Intrigued, Trey lifted a brow. “Oh? What you got in mind, sugar?”
    She winked at him, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. “You’ll see, but I’ll need your help. Any chance you can take the day off from working on the ranch?”
    “I’d already planned on it.”
    “Good. We’ll talk about it more before breakfast.” She found the knob behind her and opened the bedroom door. “I’ll see you in the morning, Trey.”
    Trey stood for a long moment staring at the now closed door, his cock aching painfully as his mind conjured up images of her getting naked as she prepared for bed. Morning was too damn far away.
     
    * * * *
     
    Lena couldn’t move, couldn’t see, and could scarcely breathe. They had positioned her on her knees, her upper body supported by what felt like a stack of pillows, her wrists bound behind her back, and her ankles tethered with what felt like a spacer strap between them.
    Something touched the bottom of her left foot. A callused fingertip, she realized as it tickled over her heel and dragged excruciatingly slowly up her calf, the back of her knee and thigh, and stopped to draw lazy circles on her ass cheek. Another hand glided over her cheek, the fingers lacing in her hair before fisting the strands and pulling her head up.
    She couldn’t see either of them through the darkness of the blindfold over her eyes, but she felt the warmth of their bodies and the control that pumped off them in waves, sending a river of anticipation and wickedly dark excitement washing through her.
    “Tell me you want what we’re about to do to you, sugar.”
    Trey’s calm, cool, authoritative command sent ripples of need sizzling through her.
    She swallowed, licked her lips, and eagerly obeyed. “I want what you’re about to do to me.”
    “Do you know what we aimed to do to you, darlin’?”
    Brit’s thickened drawl came from farther away. That was his hand on her ass, his callused palm working her cheeks into a needy frenzy of heated lust.
    “No.” She only knew she was at their mercy. It felt so good to be here again, at the control of a man, or men, as the case turned out to be. She’d never submitted to two men at once. The wicked sensations barreling through her at the realization that no inch of her flesh would go untouched or untormented were indescribable.
    “You’re about to get your first riding lesson.”
    She smiled even as a white-hot bolt of trepidation shot through her. An arm pushed beneath her, curled around her waist, and