Free Scandalous by Karen Erickson Page B

know what I want. I want to play.” Brandon laughed
and shook his head. “I sound like an ass, but I want to play with her. Test
her. See how far I can push her.”
    “You don’t want to—hurt her do you?”
    “Hell no.” Another rusty laugh escaped from him. “I’d never
hurt her, you know this. I may enjoy my kink, but I’m not a sick fuck. I just
think she’s a woman who could learn to let go pretty easily.”
    “You think she’s up for anything.”
    “Exactly.” Brandon snapped his fingers. “And I want us to be
the ones who push her boundaries. What do you think?”
    “I think you’re crazy.”
    “I think I’m on to something.” Brandon got a far away
expression on his face.
    The sight of it worried Eric. Maybe he was in over his head.
    Too late.
     
    Anticipation thrummed through Brandon’s veins, and he paced
the living room, unable to sit. Eric fled to the bedroom an hour ago, unable to
take his anxious mood any longer. Left him alone with his thoughts, his twisted
desires, his raging hard cock.
    Just texting her had made him hard. Alexa did something to
him he didn’t quite understand but wanted to explore more deeply. Not
necessarily with Eric included either.
    Damn it, I don’t have a choice. I can’t think like that.
    He had to include Eric. He knew her first. She wanted Eric
more than she wanted him. For all he knew Eric wanted her more than he wanted
him.
    Were they putting their relationship at risk, inviting her
in?
    He’d thought of nothing else but her since the early morning
she’d left their place in a hurry. Disheveled and frazzled, eyes gritty with
sleep, dark circles shadowing beneath, she’d offered a breathless thanks and
fled. Not eager to stick around and make more plans to see them again. More
like distraught and dismayed over what she’d just experienced.
    He’d waited her out much to Eric’s worry. His lover was more
than eager to see her again. His eagerness worried Brandon. Hell, his own
eagerness worried himself.
    He didn’t know what to do about it.
    It was ten after eight, and he was getting pissed. Was she
notoriously late? Or had she freaked and decided to not show up? The thought of
not seeing her again…
    Brandon shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it.
Decided instead to focus on his plan for tonight, his plan to tie her up. He
knew Eric said he was pushing it too soon but damn it, it was what he craved.
He wanted to drive her crazy as he touched her, stroked her, licked her
everywhere. Fuck her with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Make her come so
many times she would sob for him to stop. Cry for him to never stop.
    Where’s Eric in this plan, asshole?
    Shit. He needed to stop thinking it would only involve him
and Lexi. This was about all three of them, not the two of them.
    A fact he knew she wouldn’t let him forget either.
    A soft knock sounded and he stalked toward the door,
throwing it open with a jerk. She stood on the doorstep, her expression
nervous, her body clad in a simple black dress that clung to her curves and
dipped low in the front offering him a delicious view of her delectable
cleavage, her nipped in waist, the gentle flair of her womanly hips. She had a
body that wouldn’t stop. And soon his hands would be all over her.
    He licked his lips in anticipation.
    “You’re late,” he said before she could utter a word.
    Her mouth dropped open, and that now familiar blaze of
irritation shone in her eyes. “You are incredibly rude.”
    “So are you for being late.” He opened the door wider. “Come
in.”
    She strode inside, her sweetly seductive scent wafting over
him as she went by. Damn, she smelled good. Looked good too, even if she was
irritated with him.
    He enjoyed riling her up. Made the game between them that
much more interesting.
    “Where’s Eric?” she asked as he quietly closed the door and
turned the lock.
    “No hi, Brandon, how’s it going?” He cocked a brow at her,
leaning against the door.