Gray looked down at Faith. “That’s fine. There’s something I wanted to run by you anyway. I have a feeling you might be interested.”
“I’m intrigued now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Gray closed the phone and set it down beside the lounger. He gathered Faith a little closer in his arms and kissed her soft hair. He was curious as to how she’d react to what he had planned. She’d been so open to everything else so far.
With infinite care, he maneuvered out of the lounger then bent to pick Faith up. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She stirred when he began undressing her, but he murmured soothingly to her, and she never fully woke.
He pulled the covers back so that she was exposed, and then he retrieved the rope he’d tossed aside. He gently eased her arms above her head and bound her wrists together. Then he took the long end of the rope and stretched it to the bedpost, wrapping it around it several times.
Satisfied that she’d be comfortable but wouldn’t be able to move from the bed, he headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Five minutes later, he dressed and peeked into the bedroom one last time. She was still sound asleep.
He walked into the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. He’d just poured his first cup when a knock sounded at the front door. He ambled over to open it and saw Micah standing on the porch.
“Want coffee?” he asked by way of greeting.
Micah followed him inside. “Yeah, sounds great. I was up way too damn early this morning.”
Gray poured him a cup and slid it along the bar. Micah grasped it in both hands and sipped at the hot brew.
“So what’s going on?” Gray asked in a low voice.
Micah looked up at him and then around. “Faith still asleep?”
“Yeah, she won’t be walking in until I go get her, so you won’t have to worry about her hearing.”
Micah raised one brow.
Gray laughed. “I tied her to the bed.”
A flicker of interest stirred in Micah’s eyes. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Gray.
“Well, so far, the plan to bust Samuels hasn’t gone too well,” Micah said.
“Tell me,” Gray said tersely.
“He made the decoy we put in place. Not sure how. He followed her to the office one morning. I thought he was going to make his move, but then he gave us the slip.”
Gray swore. “Has he made any contact since then?”
Micah shook his head. “For all we know, he’s in Mexico by now.”
“He’d be stupid to hang around,” Gray said. “He has to know we’re on to him now.”
“That’s my thinking. You’re buddy Mick isn’t taking it well.”
Gray sighed. “Mick needs to go the hell back to Dallas and let the locals handle it. He’s lost all perspective. He’s crazy with grief and can’t see beyond his need for revenge.”
Micah nodded. “At any rate, I wanted to let you know what was going on. And I needed to get away from that place for a few hours. The tension is thick. Pop is pissed. Connor is on edge. Nathan and I are just trying to stay the hell out of the way and let them do their thing.”
Gray studied Micah for a long moment. “You might as well stay for a while. I have a proposition for you that you might find interesting.”
Faith yawned and opened her eyes. When she tried to roll over, her arms twisted above her and held fast. She pulled slightly and realized that her hands were tied to the bed. Her second realization was that she was naked.
She smiled. The last thing she remembered was going to sleep on the deck in Gray’s arms. Sometime during the night he must have carried her to bed, stripped her naked and tied her to the bed.
Which could only mean he planned more naughty things.
Arousal hummed low in her groin. Her stomach fluttered, and her ni**les tightened in anticipation. Would he spank her again? Fuck her ass?
She moaned low and twisted her legs as she remembered the way he’d taken and mastered her body. Owned it. There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t marked in some way, and it gave her a delicious thrill to remember in exacting detail the way it had made her feel.
A sound at the door made her turn her head in that direction. Her mouth fell open in surprise when she saw Micah standing there. His gaze raked over her body, and a primitive light gleamed in his eyes.
Suddenly she felt way too naked and way too vulnerable.
“Gorgeous,” Micah murmured.
He started forward, walking with slow, measured steps as if he didn’t want to frighten her. She wasn’t frightened. That didn’t aptly describe what she was feeling. Confused. But aroused. Where was Gray?
Her question was answered a few seconds later when Gray walked in. Her gaze went to him in question.
Micah stopped at the foot of the bed while Gray sat down on the bed beside her head and leaned in close to her ear. He reached up to fumble with the rope around her wrists.
“If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say no,” he whispered in her ear. “If you don’t want this to happen, I’ll make him leave, and it’ll be just you and me.”
Excitement curled in her veins and raced through her body. She searched his face for any sign of what he was thinking. Her deepest fear wasn’t of having sex with Micah. If she was honest, the idea turned her on. Her fear was of how Gray would react. Would she lose any chance she had with him if she consented to being with another man?
“You’re okay with this?” she whispered back.
He touched her face, stroked her cheek with his fingers. “If I wasn’t okay with it, Micah wouldn’t be here. We all have kinks. This just happens to be one of mine.”
He bent and sucked her nipple between his teeth and gave it a sharp nip. Then he reached up and tugged the remaining rope from her hands and backed off the bed.
She glanced over at Micah, who was unzipping his pants. Her heart pounded, and her mouth went dry. Her gaze flitted back to Gray, who was watching her with simmering eyes.
“Do as he tells you,” Gray said in husky voice. “For now I’m giving you to him. You’re ours to do with what we want.”
She shivered, and nervous excitement curled in her stomach. She looked back at Micah, who’d pulled his c**k from his pants and walked to the edge of the bed.
She stared, unable to drag her gaze away from the dark hair at his groin. Black and silky. His hand wrapped around the base and still, a few inches remained above his hand. He wasn’t as thick as Gray, but he looked longer.