I wiggled my hips and shifted my feet—the only thing I could do tied up as I was. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. “I’m going to—oh god!”
I came. Hard. Like ridiculously hard since they weren’t doing much more than caressing me. In very specific places.
I cried out. There was no way I could keep the sounds in, the only outlet I had for the release to escape.
“Good girl,” Micah crooned in my ear, kissing the outer swirl, then along my cheek. I lifted my head so we could kiss. I instantly opened my mouth, finding his tongue with mine. I needed more, voracious and eager.
I felt a little tug, then the release of the rope. “You’ve been tied up long enough, sugar.” Colt’s big hands stroked up and down my arms and he took my hands, placed them on the railing. “That doesn’t mean we
