Episode 3
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Tessie.
After dinner, I offer to help with the dishes to make up for barging in. They let me. And as I stand at the sink, Jace leans casually against the counter.
“You know,” he says, his tone playful, “Taylor’s been talking about you for weeks.”
I freeze, soap suds sliding from my hands. “What?”
“Oh yeah.” Jace grins. “Cardigan girl. That’s what he calls you when he’s trying to play it cool.”
Taylor groans from the table, but when I glance at him, his eyes aren’t denying it.
“Actually,” Jace adds, stepping closer, “now that I’ve met you, I get it. I think I’ve got a bit of a crush too.”
My heart trips over itself. “You’re joking.”
Taylor stands, his gaze soft but direct. “He’s not.”
I don’t know what to say. My lips part but no words come out.
“Relax,” Jace murmurs, his voice smooth like honey. “We’re not asking for anything. Just… being honest.”
But the way they’re both looking at me?
Like they could devour me right here?
The man I've been thinking off every night has been talking and thinking about me. For a virgin like me, thats something. Most men always want Lisa and only talk to me to get her number.
Jace leans a little closer, hip brushing the counter, hazel eyes gleaming. “You okay?”
I swallow. My pulse trips. “Yeah.”
Taylor’s watching me too, his jaw tight, expression unreadable—but his eyes? They’re betraying him. Want lingers there. Want he’s clearly been trying to suppress.
I clear my throat, fingers gripping the dish towel too tightly. “For the record…” My voice is embarrassingly breathless. “It wasn’t just… one-sided.”
Taylor arches a brow.
I force myself to hold his gaze. “The crush. You weren’t the only one with one. I have had a huge crush on you for a while.”
His lips curve, the smallest, most dangerous smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
Jace chuckles softly beside me. “See? Told you she would have loved to have a one on one outside campus talk.”
Taylor straightens and stands close enough I can feel his body heat.
“You… have a crush on me?” His voice is low, almost disbelieving.
I nod, chewing my lip. “Always have. Since… well, since you walked into class looking like that.” I motion to him vaguely—built like a something I can’t afford. “And then the veins… and the cologne… and the fact you’re ridiculously smart and hot.”
Jace whistles under his breath. “You’re just ticking all his boxes now.”
Taylor's eyes darken slightly as his hand lifts, fingertips brushing my jaw, trailing feather-light down my neck.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” he murmurs, thumb ghosting along my pulse. “It makes me forget I’m supposed to be the responsible one.”
I lean into his touch, my voice dropping to a whisper. “What if I don’t want you to be responsible?”
I turn to Jace.
“That question is also for you.” I say.
Jace laughs, deeply and warmly, stepping behind me. His hands settle lightly on my hips—not forceful, not demanding—just there. His heat, his presence, the perfect trap.
“You already have my answer, sweetheart. We want you.” Jace says softly near my ear. “We play this your way. But… if you want this…” His fingers skim my waist, sending shivers up my spine. “We’re not going to pretend after tonight.”
Taylor’s thumb tilts my chin upward. His eyes search mine, intense but questioning. “Is this what you want?”
My heart pounds. My thighs press together involuntarily, the same way they always do when I see him—but this time, there’s no hiding it.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t.”
I take both their hands and kiss them.
“That's our good girl.” lips finally, finally find mine.
The kiss is slow at first—his mouth molding to mine, tasting and savoring. His hand cradles the back of my neck, his other arm anchoring me closer.
Behind me, Jace’s hand trails higher, his lips grazing my shoulder, his voice low, “We’ve got you now, baby.”
I’m dizzy with heat, sandwiched between them, the warmth of their bodies, the steady pressure of their hands—it’s everything I’ve imagined and more.
~~~~~
Taylor.
The moment her dress falls to the floor, Tessie’s arms shoot up, crossing over her chest, shy instinct taking over.
God, she’s gorgeous—soft curves, flushed skin, the faintest tremble in her hands as she tries to hide herself from us. But I’ve wanted this too long to let her curl back into that shell.
I step forward, brushing her hair back gently. My voice is low, . “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Let daddy see all of you.”
Jace’s hands settle on her hips from behind, his chest warm against her back. “You’re safe,” he murmurs near her ear, voice dripping with quiet promise. “You’re ours now. You’ll be okay.”
She's so shy it's adorable, her lashes lowering, but then her arms slowly fall to her sides, revealing all of her.
I exhale softly, trying—and failing—not to let my eyes roam. Every inch of her is perfect. Her soft hips, the slight curve of her belly, those untouched thighs I’ve fantasized about spreading wide for months. Her n*****s hardening in arousal.
“Anything you’re not comfortable with?” Jace asks her, his hands soothing over her ribcage up to the curve of her boobs, his tone pure reassurance.
She swallows, but her voice is steady when she says, “None.”
I exchange a look with Jace, reading his silent question. She’s sure.
I step closer, tilting her chin up with my knuckles. “Okay being tied up?” I ask gently, watching her eyes, watching for even a flicker of doubt.
Her breath catches, her cheeks flush deeper—but there’s no fear in her eyes. Only curiosity and trust.
“Yes,” she says softly. “I want to.”
A slow, wicked smile curves my lips.
Jace presses a kiss to her shoulder, his grin just as devious.“Good girl.”
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Jace.
I grab the red silk rope from the drawer beside the bed. It’s soft, smooth, nothing harsh — exactly what she deserves. A beautiful contrast against her skin.
Taylor watches me with those stormy eyes, that possessive hunger simmering just beneath the surface. But he lets me lead this part, for now.
I take my time, winding the silk around her wrists. She offers her hands without hesitation, those pretty fingers trembling just slightly as I secure the knot — not too tight, but snug enough to make her feel claimed.
When I step back, my breath catches.
She looks like the perfect facking gift.
The red silk pops against her soft, pale skin. Her hair tumbles down around her shoulders, her eyes wide but sparkling with heat and curiosity.
“Goddamn,” I mutter under my breath. “You’re… everything.”
Taylor’s hand ghosts along her waist as he guides her backward, lowering her carefully onto the bed like she’s made of glass — but his eyes? Full predator mode.
“Stay still for us, sweetheart,” I say, my voice dipping lower, rough with restraint. “You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen.”
She smiles and blushes, I'm guessing no one's ever told her that.
She lets out the softest breath, her lips parting as Taylor lays her flat, the red silk keeping her wrists together above her head, resting against the pillows.
And f**k, she looks ruined already — but we’ve barely touched her yet.
Taylor leans down, his mouth grazing her ear. “We’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You’re safe. And you’re ours now.”
“I'm wet… it's… I'm so shy.” She stutters softly.
Her thighs press together instinctively, and I chuckle, my palm smoothing up her leg, parting her gently.
“Relax,” I whisper. “We’re going to take such good care of you. You don't have to feel shy.”
I lick and nibble beautiful full breasts. As Taylor trails kisses on her stomach. He nests between her legs parting them far apart.
She shyly giggles.
“Don't stare at it. It's very… slippery. ” She quips.
Taylor smirks at her between her legs.
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