Chapter 4

“My turn,” Tristan husked, in that voice that never failed to make her stomach tighten.

The air felt heavy with tension. Still lost in the blindfold Rebecca felt light-headed.

She realized in that moment that she trusted him completely, just as she trusted Alec.

Her defenses were down. Her pussy ached; dripped to be filled again.

Tristan’s hands; warm and sensitive. On her shoulders, near her neck, gliding up into her hair, stroking her earlobes and then combing and lifting through her locks of hair.

Impossibly sensual, his touch eased her down from her climatic subspace of moments earlier when Alec had fucked her. Now she tried to push her body back against Tristan, eager for contact

“Don’t move,” he said on a hot rasp, and Rebecca automatically stilled. “I’ve been dreaming of this as I watched, hard as a rock. Your sexy display had me rubbing on my dick noticing how glistening wet your pussy was wrapped around Alec’s cock. But now I’m done watch