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

himself how wet you are.”
    I’m sure I’m blushing crimson, but Grant isn’t wrong. I could count on one hand the times my pussy was ready before my ex-husband’s often painful entry, but with these two men it seems to be a fairly regular occurrence, even if I’ve managed to ignore it myself. Physically, mentally, emotionally I feel far closer to these two men than I ever did to the man I’d once thought I’d spend my life with.
    Bryce stands back and watches as I reach for the button and zipper on my pants. I can’t for the life of me remember which pair of underwear I’m wearing, but since they’re all plain and cotton I decide to push them down with my pants. Even Grant seems surprised by what could be considered a bold move, and perversely I’m actually glad to have shocked them. I’m not a fragile flower, no matter how I might have appeared when I’d first come here.
    I want to try this. I need to try this.
    I reach for Bryce, sighing quietly as he steps closer and lets me wrap my arms around his middle.
    “Just like a traffic light,” he says quietly. “Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to go.”
    Both of them are caressing me softly, almost absently, as if touching me is a natural to them as breathing. I almost laugh when I realize that being touched by them seems quite natural to me, too. Apparently we’ve been building a closer friendship over the past few months than I’d realized.
    “Ready?” Grant asks.
    I nod my head and smile at Bryce. He smiles back and reaches out to caress my lips. “The proper response is ‘Yes, Sir.’”
    “Yes, Sir,” I say breathlessly.
    “Good girl,” Grant says. “Step into the bedroom, place your clothes on the chair, and then kneel beside it. I’ll show you the proper pose is a moment.”
    I nod, notice his raised eyebrow, and quickly add, “Yes, Sir.”
    I awkwardly step out of my pants and then squat down to gather up my clothes. I’m almost glad for the order to place them on the chair. My budget is pretty tight. Ruining clothes by dumping them on the ground is not a good idea.
    But as I step into the room and Bryce pulls the door closed behind me, both men still on the other side, anxiety leaps up to grab me once more.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Are you insane?” Bryce asked his brother with a tone of voice that held no heat. He wasn’t angry at Grant, but they’d gone from trying to get Karly comfortable with their casual touches to insisting on full Dom-sub protocols in the space of a few minutes. It sure as hell didn’t feel like they were following the carefully laid-out plan they’d discussed several months ago.
    “Not yet,” Grant said with a grin, “but I might be soon if you don’t let me into that bedroom with our lovely submissive.”
    “She’s not our sub, yet.”
    “She will be soon.”
    “How can you be so certain?”
    “Faith.”
    “On what?” Bryce asked as surprise drilled through him. Neither of them had been particularly religious growing up.
    “Faith that we can give Karly what she needs. We can show her what it is she’s craving.”
    “Are you sure it’s her cravings we’re responding to?”
    Grant folded his arms, shook his head in a manner that suggested Bryce was either blind or delusional, and then smiled. “Faith. Faith in you and me, and faith in Karly. It’s going to work out—even if we are a few months ahead of schedule.”
    Bryce laughed softly at the reminder of how rigidly he’d planned the development of this relationship out. He didn’t mind being spontaneous now and then, but it seemed a huge risk to take for something that was so important to both of them.
    “You know if you’re wrong I’m going to kick your ass, don’t you?”
    Grant just laughed, clapped a hand to Bryce’s shoulder, and then opened the door that hopefully held their happy future.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    I try not to shuffle on my knees when the door opens. That would telegraph my fear, and I truly don’t want Bryce