Free Keeping Karly (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page A

don’t have to do this now,” he says in a reassuring tone.
    “I want to do this now,” I say in a soft, unsure-sounding voice even though I’d meant it to be more confident.
    Grant presses up to my back, cocooning me in his embrace, as we both wait for Bryce to respond. But instead of a verbal answer, he steps closer, trapping me between their two large bodies, and presses a kiss to my lips that sets every one of my girlie parts tingling.
    By the time he leans back to see my face I can feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and Grant’s erection nestled against the crease of my ass. I’m actually panting hard, and this time it’s not from fear. Heavens, I’m already more turned on than I ever was with…
    I shake my head, refusing to think his name. The angry, abusive, controlling man I was once married to has no place in this part of my life. Unfortunately, Bryce misinterprets my response.
    “It’s okay, baby. We can wait.”
    He’s withdrawing mentally and physically, and that scares me more than anything.
    “No,” I blurt out, trying on some of the self-confidence I’ve spent the last ten months building back up. “I want to be here with you, both of you.” Worried that they’re not going to believe me, I quickly reach for the hem of my shirt—I don’t have time for buttons—and lift it over my head.
    I’m a little bit embarrassed by the functional, full support bra. It’s not exactly designed for seduction, so I quickly undo it and drop it to the floor. I hear Grant’s soft laugh, but I’m certain this time that he’s amused by his brother’s reaction and not mine.
    Bryce is staring at my breasts as if he’s never seen a pair before.
    Finally, he reaches over and cups one with his warm hand, the callused pad of his thumb gliding back and forth over the nipple as it quickly pulls into a hard peak. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation immensely. I’m almost shocked by the warm mouth that suctions over the other breast.
    I lift onto my toes, moaning softly as nerve endings I’m not sure I’ve ever noticed before start to throb with need. I’m actually starting to writhe between them when Grant starts to talk.
    “Inside mine and Bryce’s bedrooms, you will always be naked.”
    “A–Always?” I ask breathlessly. Ironically, I find the idea of being naked and accessible for them both makes me even hornier.
    “Always,” Grant assures me. “You will take your clothes off and then kneel for us. We’ll teach you the position we want.”
    Bryce breaks the suction on my breast as he straightens up to frown at his brother. “What happened to easing her into our lifestyle?”
    “I think we should start as we intend to go on. That way Karly will know right from the beginning what we expect from her. She’ll understand the rules and the boundaries and she’ll have her safe words if she needs to stop.”
    Bryce is still caressing my breast with his thumb, the seemingly unconscious touch even more thrilling by the fact that it seems to be a natural reaction to having my breast within reach. He frowns again at his brother before turning his attention to me.
    “Are you okay with that, baby?” He searches my face as I nod. “Anytime you want to stop, just say ‘red.’ Understood?”
    “Yes,” I say confidently. I can do this. I know I can. I trust these men.
    Bryce still seems unconvinced as Grant leans down to caress my neck with his tongue.
    “If you want to slow things down, just say ‘yellow’ and we’ll back off.” Bryce lifts my chin to look at him. “Please, Karly, please, just don’t run from us. Give us a chance to work things out.”
    Grant laughs, the deep sound vibrating against my neck. “She’s not going to run, Bryce. In fact, if you ever get past your obsession to overanalyze, you might notice how turned on our little submissive already is.” Grant caresses my hips through the thin material of my slacks. “Drop the pants, little one. Let Bryce feel for