Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 (10 page)

Were those the toys Jambrea had expressed interest in? Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into?

“The guys are waiting for my signal. They’re in the room we passed just before this one.” She winked when Jambrea glared at her. Knowing she’d waltzed right by her educators tormented her.

Maybe she shouldn’t have asked for…

Too late. Lily took her hand from behind her back. In it, she clasped a black silk blindfold. “Last thing before I send them in.”

“You’re
sure
this is a good idea?” A tilt of Jambrea’s head didn’t shake any more sense into her brain.

“Yeah. Sensory deprivation allows you to focus on what’s important. Especially given your insecurities, this will help calm you down. Make you worry only about what you feel instead of trying to compensate for reactions or judge what you think you look like as they’re playing with you.”

“I’m that obvious, huh?” Jambrea sighed.

“Only to me. It’s my job to know these things. And I think I understand you pretty well by now.” Lily reached out and squeezed her hand. “So believe me when I say that you’re ready for this. Tonight is going to be amazing. You’ve earned it. Enjoy your reward.”

“If you insist.” She grinned as she closed her eyes. “Go ahead, slap that thing on.”

Lily’s laugh was musical, something Jambrea hadn’t ever quite noticed before. Maybe the Mistress had it right—without Jambrea’s vision, every other sense was enhanced. Immediately, she heard the lap of the flames in the faux fireplace, the rustle of the sheets and even her own ragged breathing.

She concentrated on regulating the uneven respiration while slowing the pounding of her heart.

“Better already,” Lily murmured as she secured the patch of luxurious fabric with three separate ties. One in the middle, one at the top—around Jambrea’s forehead—and one at the base near her cheekbones. The deceptively simplistic mask seemed to be padded and weighted around the edges. It conformed to the contours of her face, leaving no gaps whatsoever for peeking.

A wash of air over her cheeks made her wonder if Lily had tested that theory, maybe by attempting to make Jambrea flinch. If so, she never would have known a blow was coming. Pitch black surrounded her in artificial midnight, deep enough to get lost in.

“Time to let go of your security blanket. Let’s get that robe off.” Lily pried Jambrea’s fingers from the fuzzy edge of the fabric. Still, it was hard to release the shield. “Are you positive you don’t want to be restrained? It might help you, like the blindfold, to relax. Knowing you can only lie there and soak in the rapture they bring you is another kind of freedom…from having to respond or act. I promise you’d enjoy yourself.”

“That’d have me calling
blue
for sure.” Jambrea shook her head though she didn’t even know if Lily was watching. “Maybe some other time. Not tonight.”

“Okay, then I have some instructions for you. From your playmates.” Lily helped Jambrea stand only long enough to peel the terrycloth from her entirely. Then she aided her friend in sinking onto the mattress once more. This time the Mistress nudged Jambrea’s shoulder.

She reclined, getting as comfortable as possible on the divine mattress. Her own bed had never felt so inviting. This was like lounging on a cloud. “Go ahead. I’m listening.”

“I bet you are.” Lily chuckled. The woman liked this entirely too much. “They’re not going to speak to you. They don’t want you distracted from how they make you feel. Tonight is all about you, not them. So ask for anything you want. Tell them if they do something you like or hate. Give them feedback. They’ll shape their advance into exactly what you need. They’re here to take direction, not give it. Since you’ve opted not to be restrained, they want you to know that when they place you somewhere, they expect you to stay until they show you what they’d like you to do next. Really, it’s about positioning you where you need to be for them to pleasure you best. It sounds weirder than it will be. Just go with them. Don’t fight. If it’s not something you’re into, speak up. Tell them to slow down. Or if it’s way off track, use your word. Say it again.”

“Blue.” Jambrea pressed her thighs together, embarrassed by how ready she was and what the idea of two men strategizing about their approach to taking her together did to her. Premeditated desire. They’d thought about this, just like she had. Probably not quite as obsessively, but they had dwelled on it at least a bit. Knowing they had a game plan reassured her.

“That’s right.” Lily patted Jambrea’s shoulder then stroked her hair, maybe arranging the lock that always tried to stand on end. “Though I’m confident you’re not going to need it, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“I’m ready, Lily.” She allowed her fingers to uncurl. Her knotted muscles loosened until she melted slightly.

“I know you are. I’m glad you’re finally noticing that too.” Her friend bracketed Jambrea’s wrist, over her
no regrets
tattoo. “Above all, have fun.”

The instruction came softer as Lily must have retreated to the threshold.

“I don’t want to be alone.” Jambrea could have kicked herself for admitting that. But something about the blindfold did make it easier to forget about her inhibitions and judgment by the world around her. Hopefully Lily assumed she meant only for the moment.

“I’ll always be here for you.” Too shrewd for her own good, the Mistress caught on to both implications. “And no one’s leaving you tonight. I won’t be far. There’s an intercom next to the bed. And here come your guys. They’re peeking out of their door like kids on Christmas morning. Get over here, you two sexy beasts.”

Heavier footfalls approached, inciting a wave of gooseflesh to break out over Jambrea’s skin. Lily surprised her by sticking around for a minute. She introduced the first man to her by saying, “Give me your hand.”

Shortly after, a wide palm pressed to Jambrea’s belly. She drew in a breath and held it at the imprint of broad, splayed fingers that curled softly into her rounded stomach. He didn’t seem to mind her curves when his thumb brushed back and forth over the area he touched.

“Very nice.” Lily approved. She couldn’t help her nature, though. “Say hello, Jambrea.”

“Nice to meet you,” she choked out.

“And your second soon-to-be lover.” This time an even larger hand caressed her, gentle for all its meaty size and the slight rough patches on the heel of his palm. Maybe he was a weight lifter, like Matt, who had calluses in the same location. She’d patched blisters for him once or twice when he’d pushed his workouts too far.

It’d be so easy to imagine this pair as those guys. The ones she couldn’t stop lusting after even while another man caressed her. In truth, that was why she’d agreed to Lily’s blindfold. Trust her friend to guess and give Jambrea’s imagination fodder. Her mind could easily transform these two into the pair they were sadly a substitute for.

“Believe me, Jambi. This one is eager for you. I’ve never seen someone quite so…ready to play. Tell him you feel the same.”

“It should be obvious.” Jambrea rubbed her legs together, trying to ease some of the ache between them. When no one responded right away, she caved. “But yes, I’m looking forward to tonight. To you. Please get the hell out of here, Lily.”

A huff was all the answer she got from the man now petting the underside of her breast with reverent passes of his giant hand. Warmth radiated from his skin to hers, and yet her nipples began to pucker.

Oh, yes, this was what she’d come for.

Begged for.

Suffered the embarrassment of confession for.

“Your wish is my command.” Lily snorted, the sound coming further away than before. “I’m closing the door now. Remember your word.”

“Blue.” Jambrea quickly clarified, “I’m not saying it. Just… Yes, I remember.”

Lily flat out laughed this time. A delighted peal that Jambrea didn’t hear often. Or at least hadn’t. More and more, the happy expression leaked out. She smiled knowing she was responsible for it tonight. “Okay, I’m gone. Have fun, kids. I’ll be here when you’re finished, Jambi. You’re not alone. Ever.”

Jambrea winced as the door clicked shut. Maybe her temporary guys wouldn’t realize how deeply that fear rocked her. As if they’d taken it to heart, they were there.

Four hands roamed over her from her feet to her ankles and her fingertips to her wrists. They massaged, relaxing the renewed tension from her bit by bit. Though she’d never expected to find herself in this situation, Jambrea relished the freedom to simply absorb the sensations without having to make small talk or suffer the sometimes awkward social necessities she had avoided like the plague.

Somehow, this sensory introduction felt so much more honest than the intricate dance she’d done with Matt and Clint for months. She didn’t have to worry about what one would think when she enjoyed the touch of the other. They coordinated instead of clashing in a war for her attention. Fuck it. The guy at her feet with the longer, more deft fingers, she thought of him as Clint.

And the guy who had such beefy, heavy hands, which didn’t treat her like a china doll, she decided he would be pretend-Matt. She had no doubt Lily had selected them for those specific roles. What if they were hung like her real-life pair?

Lily had said Matt was large. Really thick. Could she handle someone like that?

Surely, they would have been filled in on her sparse sexual history.

As if they could sense her derailing slightly, they advanced. Again, Jambrea was thrilled by their silent communication. Two men that in tune had to have some kind of bond. Like Matt and Clint, if they’d ever tap into it instead of playing tug of war with each other. They’d left her flapping around between them like the flag in the middle, keeping score.

The bed dipped as Clint climbed on beside her, the better to reach her calves and then up to her knees with his sensual exploration. Matt followed shortly after, causing a full-on tilt to the mattress. He snuck his hands beneath her shoulders and propped her up far enough to slip beneath her. Bulky, his thickly muscled torso made sure she didn’t worry about squashing him into an all-beef pancake.

She moaned at the contact of all that heated flesh with hers. Nine years hadn’t been long enough for her to forget the intoxication caused by bare skin pressed to bare skin, especially with a light mat of chest hair trapped in between. An instant chemical reaction flipped her brain to off and turned her hormones to raging.

Taking advantage of her newfound pliancy, Clint slid his thumbs up the insides of her knees. With slight pressure, he parted her legs, nudging until she arranged herself with one thigh draped over each of the living, breathing—hard—props beneath her.

The ripple of Matt’s six-pack on her lower back thrilled her. She wriggled a bit in his hold until she realized she’d aligned the cleft of her ass perfectly with his shaft. And that was one mystery solved. Matt’s stand-in was enormous. Everywhere. Lily hadn’t exaggerated.

She froze, a little frightened at the prospect of holding all of him within her or, worse, of disappointing him by not accommodating his girth. But they had a while to go before she had to worry about that, right?

Would they rush to the finish or savor her complacency?

Hope sprung eternal that they’d take the scenic route. After all, they had a whole covered table of delicacies to enjoy together throughout the night, didn’t they? Maybe they planned to take her to the top over and over.

As if on cue, Clint left her to Matt. The man supporting her didn’t waste his opportunity to monopolize her body and attention. He nuzzled her neck, letting her feel the scrape of a modest five o’clock shadow. It looked so sexy on him, making his jaw seem even more imposing. Well, at least it did on the real Matt. She imagined it would be the same for this mystery man.

Arching her neck, she granted him better access. He took full advantage. Hungry nips and licks had her mewling. The plaintive sounds might have embarrassed her if they weren’t a big part of her limited communication. Without eye contact or the ability to read body language, it was easier to let them hear how they affected her with primal feedback than to explain with something more articulate, words she never could have found or uttered without dying of mortification.

Jambrea didn’t think before she lifted her hand to cup her breast in an attempt to smother the pulsating heaviness there. These guys had hardly touched her and already she had surpassed her own personal best records for being turned on. Just as she was about to grant herself some relief, Matt clamped down on her fingers, engulfing them easily in his grasp. He tucked her hands at her sides with enough force to make her positive he intended for them to stay there.

She wasn’t about to complain since he replaced her timid kneading with deliberate pinches that definitely didn’t hurt. No, he satisfied her longing for pressure and alleviated her restlessness, at least temporarily. Plumping her nipples, he tugged first one then the other with precisely the right amount of force to have her straining for more.

When the mattress shook this time, something rattled. A metallic click sounded in the quiet space a moment before something cool and smooth traced her areola. She gasped as she considered whether her interest in nipple clamps had been wise. Damn Lily and her questionnaire full of tantalizing options. Probably she shouldn’t have looked at it so much as a wish list but instead as more of an I-know-I-could-handle-that kind of guideline setter.