Free Free For All (Red Light, Book Four) by Jayne Rylon Page B

once.”
    I am shocked when a growl bursts from my throat. I push Rick’s head until his lips are aligned with my breast again. I command, “Suck it.”
    “That’s my girl.” He obeys.
    I cut my stare to the man feasting on my pussy, making wet sounds as he flails his tongue over me in sloppy slurps. “Slower. Neater. Right there.”
    He takes direction well. Lysanne whimpers as she observes her husband tailor his actions to my tastes. I wonder how forceful she’ll be in teaching him to pleasure her later. The thought inspires a rush of pleasure. I spread my legs wider and grind myself on his face.
    “Add another finger.”
    Niko slips a third digit inside me. He spreads them, stretching my contracting muscles. My playmates collude to enhance my enjoyment. Soon all I can do is writhe and relish the rapture slamming through me.
    My muscles begin to quiver. My thighs clamp on Niko’s shoulders and my hands grasp at Rick’s and Lysanne’s backs. That’s all the warning I can give them before my orgasm hits. It shakes me with the force of an earthquake, leveling my foundation and tearing apart the final vestiges of my doubt.
    They pamper me while I soar then float in a sea of bliss and relief. Before my head has cleared, I hear rustling in the background. Rick’s voice is warm and soft when he says, “Yes. The sauna is down the hall on the left. There are private rooms next door if you’d like some time alone before you head home. Thank you for joining us. I wish you all the best.”
    Lysanne murmurs a response but I don’t catch it, content to wallow in the security of Rick’s embrace.
    When the silence lingers, I try to move but can’t seem to coordinate my limbs.
    “Relax, Sarah.” He rolls to his back, draping me over his chest then pets my flank. “There’s no rush. We have all night.”
    “No. Forever,” I mumble.
    “That too.” He smiles, his lips curving against my temple.

“You come to love not by finding the perfect person,
but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.” ~Sam Keen
     
    For long minutes, maybe as much as half an hour, we linger in the hazy aftermath of passion. My thoughts gradually return to something coherent. They replace the low-level buzz that feels a lot like a happy mmmm , mmmm , mmmm over and over.
    “Still awake?” This time it’s Rick who asks me.
    “Wouldn’t miss a second of this,” I reassure him, my throat scratchy from shouting my pleasure.
    “Me either.” His fingers travel a circuit down my spine, over my ass then up my side. Each time he skims over my ribs, I smile.
    “Ticklish?”
    “A little.” I chew on my lip.
    “Spit it out, Sarah.” He diverts from his path to trace the spot I worried.
    “My clients may pay me for sex, but love is really a free-for-all.” I sigh. “They could have anything they wanted with a true partner.”
    “If they’re lucky enough to find the person they can make it work with.”
    When I flex my knuckles, he massages my fingers.
    “Right.” I take a deep breath. “Am I enabling them? Keeping them from looking for the mate who is their perfect complement? Am I harming the people I want to help?”
    “I don’t see it that way.” He smiles down at me. “Sometimes you’re teaching them what they need to move on.”
    “I guess that’s true.” I nod, rubbing my cheek on his chest.
    “What’s this really about, baby?” He’s quiet when he coaxes me to respond.
    “I’ve been thinking… Maybe I should quit.” I scrunch my eyes closed. “With the house paid off and your job plus my savings, we’ll be okay.”
    “Financially? Sure. More than all right. But what would you do?” He sits up, bundling me into his lap until he can stare directly into my eyes, which are less than three inches away. “This has never been about money for you. You love your job.”
    “I love you more.” I shake my head. “And as much as it’s true that I like to care for my clients, I also know I could be someone’s