Free Five Ways 'Til Sunday by Delilah Devlin Page B

Velcro cuffs hung from short chains on the upper arms of the cross. Metal lips to stand on with Velcro closings to hold ankles secure were at the bottom.
    Marti swallowed hard. “The neighbors must have loved seeing that roll through the door.”
    “We brought it in a piece at a time and constructed it here. No one who isn’t in the scene will guess,” Mondo said in an uninflected voice. “Come to me.”
    She sought Jackson’s gaze. He gave her slow wink, and although she detected tension in his jaw, she knew he was all right with this. So she swung her legs to the ground and pushed upward, walking with a sedate glide to her steps, even though inside her heart was beating fast as a humming bird’s wings.
    Mondo’s hands were sure, his demeanor businesslike as he helped her into the footholds and strapped her ankles and hands to the cross. “The parts are moveable,” he said. “We can tilt you backward, splay your legs wider. We have control.”
    She nodded her understanding. “This something you’ve all done before?” She didn’t look at Jackson, although his answer was the only one that mattered.
    “We’ve all played,” Jackson said from somewhere behind her. “But I haven’t since I met you. There was no need. It’s not really my thing.”
    She relaxed a little, hearing that. Tonight was an anomaly in their relationship. Playtime. “I’m glad. I like what we have, Jackson.”
    “Afraid you’ll be marrying a freak?” Mondo said, his mouth curving in a hard smile.
    “No, I just like what Jackson and I have.”
    “It’s enough.”
    She shook her head. “That makes it sound mundane. It’s not.”
    He turned toward Jackson. “Sounds like your lady’s well-satisfied.” Again, his steady glance fell on her. “So why the list, hon?”
    “Jackson and I have already been over this.”
    “Not good enough. He roped us into this. We’re part of it now. We have a right to know why you’re putting our friend through the ringer.”
    Marti bristled. She wasn’t very good at obeying. Especially not when a man was being an overbearing jerk. “Did you tie me to this thing to interrogate me or to fuck me?”
    “Patience, little girl. We’ll get there.” He cupped his fingers and curled them twice. A signal to Gus. “She needs reassurance we intend to use her.”
    Gus grinned and sauntered away, his hard ass flexing with every step.
    She couldn’t help it—she had to look.
    Mondo cleared his throat. “Am I boring you?”
    She turned back, and gave him a baleful glance. Mondo was worse than a pit bull with a toy. He wasn’t going to stop until her had her all chewed up. “No, but what did you want to know?”
    “Why the list?”
    “I didn’t think he’d go through with it. Not in a million years. I wrote it because I was…angry. Scared. He asked me something—”
    “He wants to marry you. Is Jackson really that scary?”
    Her gaze fell away. “I wasn’t ready for the question.”
    “You’d never discussed the subject before?”
    “In a roundabout way. He knew I wasn’t ready.”
    “Do you think he’ll hurt you? Cheat on you.”
    She shook her head. “Never.”
    “Are you afraid you will?”
    “No. Despite what’s happening now, I don’t really want anyone but Jackson.”
    Mondo nodded. “Next time he asks, don’t give him a kneejerk answer.”
    Marti swallowed and replied meekly. “Okay.”
    Gus returned with something cupped inside his hand. Mondo stood aside, and Gus knelt between her feet. She craned to look down. His gaze mocked her as he bent toward her pussy and slid his tongue between her folds and fluttered it, tickling her clit, then leaning back. “I owe you,” he murmured. “Best blowjob ever.” His thick fingers parted her, tugging open her outer lips.
    Marti groaned, enraptured as he pressed his nose, chin and mouth between her legs and rolled his face in her wetness. His eyes closed. He tunneled his tongue into her, swirled his lips, suckled her