“Because I trust you, and I’ve known you longer,” Stef admitted. “And deep down, I know that giant of an idiot you call a best friend won’t hurt her, either.”
Zane growled. At six foot five, Zane was a beast. Stef was pushing it. It was something he did from time to time, but Nate had no time to indulge Stef’s need to get his ass kicked. He’d talked about this long enough. He wanted to meet Callie. “We’ll take care of her. Don’t worry about it.”
Stefan nodded and glanced out over the playroom of the exclusive bondage club they all belonged to. “I believe Mr. Lodge will send someone in to escort her back up to our suite when you’re done. My friends are here. Thank you, Nate.”
Stefan walked off to greet a dark-haired man and his blond companion, a slightly smaller male. The big cowboy held his hand out and greeted Stef. Nate turned back to Zane.
“I don’t like him.” Zane scowled as Stef walked away.
“I think the feeling is mutual.” Nate had long ago accepted that his two best friends in the world were never going to like each other. Nate looked into the room they were about to enter. “The question is, do you like her?”
A slow smile split Zane’s face. “Oh, yes, I like her quite a bit.”
Satisfied, Nate opened the door.
Callie Sheppard was startled by the sound of the door opening. She sat straight up in bed and wondered what the hell she was doing. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now a little tremor of trepidation ran through her system. She was naked in a notorious BDSM club, waiting for two men to walk in and take her virginity. It wasn’t that she minded losing her virginity. She wasn’t doing anything interesting with it in the first place. It needed to go, but now she worried this wasn’t the way to do it. She wanted a little affection and kindness. Would they give that to her? Oh, god, Stef had found her two guys for her birthday. She’d made him a loaf of zucchini bread and shared a bottle of cheap wine for his. What was she doing?
“Hello.” The deepest voice she’d ever heard pulled her from her panic. She turned and hoped there wasn’t a line of drool running out of her mouth. She climbed as gracefully as she could off the big bed and faced them. They were perfect. The one who had spoken was tall. She doubted she would reach his shoulders when she stood against him. He was at least six and a half feet, and his body was corded with muscle. Every piece of him seemed chiseled out of granite. He was male model perfection with a strong jaw and piercing green eyes. His hair was inky black and curled sweetly over his ears.
His partner wasn’t quite as tall but still was no small man. He was a few inches shorter than the gorgeous monster, and his body held a lean strength. If the black-haired devil was a linebacker, this man was a swimmer. His eyes were a stark blue. His skin was sun kissed and smooth. Callie was fascinated with the idea of soft skin covering steel. His hair was cut in a military style. It was a rich brown. The intimate light of the room caught the gold and red streaks. He looked like a man who laughed often.
Everything inside her heated up at the sight of them, and she wasn’t so scared anymore.
“Hello.” It seemed like a dumb thing to say to two glorious men when she was naked as the day she was born, but it was all she could think of.
“Hello, Callie.” The other man’s voice was deep, too, but there was an inherent friendliness to his Texas accent. It looked like Stef had found her a couple of cowboys. The blue-eyed man watched her. He gave her a small, calm smile like he didn’t want to scare her. “Are you nervous, sweetheart? We don’t want you to be. Nothing happens here that you don’t want. All you have to do is say the word and everything stops.”
Their eyes were on her body. Callie had never thought much about her body before. It was a natural thing. She’d grown up in a household where nudity wasn’t frowned on. She was comfortable in her skin, only now she wasn’t. Now she was starting to feel hot and restless. They weren’t avoiding her private parts the way the nudists politely did back in Bliss. These men stared boldly at her breasts, and her breasts seemed to be staring right back. Her nipples were hard little nubs.
“Do I get a safe word?” The question came out on a breathy sigh. She’d always wanted to know what it felt like to truly submit. Stefan’s subbies always seemed satisfied.
The blue-eyed man’s mouth turned down. “Your safe word is no. We don’t have to play games. All you have to do is say no and we stop.”
“But we can play games if you want to.” That came from the big guy. His husky voice did all sorts of things to her libido. He walked boldly up to her and placed his hands on her hips. His touch lit up her skin. “Do you want to play, darlin’?”
Oh, yeah, she wanted to play. She just wasn’t sure she knew how. His hands skimmed her hips and pulled her close. He was so big. He enveloped her. His mouth came down on hers. He was gentle but forceful. His tongue slipped past her lips and dominated her mouth. Callie had a moment of complete panic but forced herself to relax. She’d come here for this. She wanted to know what it felt like to be desired. She wouldn’t get love out of this, she knew that. She wasn’t as naïve as the boys back in Bliss seemed to think. But she might get the desired part, if the thick erection poking her in the belly was any indication.
His tongue was coaxing now that she’d softened against him. He seemed more willing to take things slowly once she got involved. She let her tongue rub against his, enjoying the smooth glide. She could smell soap and man and something musky that heated her feminine parts to a froth. He pulled her into the cradle of his thighs. The denim was rough against her softness.
“Hey, don’t hog the girl, Zane.”
Callie felt a hand on her shoulder, and the big guy, Zane, broke off the best kiss of her life. It was one of the only kisses of her life, she admitted to herself. She was turned into a second hard body.
“My name is Nathan, sweetheart. But you can call me Nate.” His Texas accent had gotten more pronounced as the room heated up. He cupped her hips and let his eyes trail the length of her body. “You are a beautiful woman, Callie Sheppard. We’re going to take very good care of you.”
Callie sighed as he leaned in. His kiss was softer than Zane’s but no less impactful. She felt it hum along her skin. She liked the idea of them taking care of her. She liked it a lot. Of course, they were only talking about taking care of her sexually, but she could dream. She let her hands caress the smooth skin of his shoulders and biceps. Her blood was staring to pound. This was nothing like the couple of times she’d fooled around before with sons of her mother’s friends, or that disastrous time she’d tried to kiss Rye Harper. Those fleeting touches had been fumbling and awkward. This was a wave she just had to ride and allow to sweep her away.
“Are we going too fast?” Nate whispered the question against her ear. There was no small amount of pleading in it. She could tell he wanted her answer to be a resounding no from the sound of his voice.
“I’m fine, Nate.” Callie pressed herself against him, the cotton of his western shirt sensitizing her nipples. She kissed along his jaw line. It felt so good to be close to another warm body, to be given leave to explore and play. She wanted them naked, skin to skin against her. She pulled apart the shirt under her hands. The pearl snaps popped, and his skin was hers to touch. She let her fingers run along the curves of his chest. He was all muscle, from his pecs to the six-pack that had her mouth watering.
“God, sweetheart, you feel so good.” Nate’s head was back as he offered her his body.
“Yes, you do,” Zane agreed, pressing against her back. His skin was warm against hers, so she knew he had gotten rid of his jeans and T-shirt. His hands slid from around her back and cupped her breasts. His thumbs stroked her nipples, and she could feel the press of hard flesh against the cheeks of her ass. Everything was beginning to whirl deliciously out of control, and Callie was just going with it.