From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10) - Lexi Blake Page 0,39

think I can handle both in one scene,” Kai explained.

He’d been busy finding a sub. She wondered who he’d found. There were some truly gorgeous women running around Sanctum wearing very little clothing. Maybe he’d chosen Lisa Daley. She was lovely and slender and not in the Lena, I-trade-food-for-nicotine way. Lisa was naturally thin, her body lovely and graceful. She would be beautiful wrapped in Kai’s ropes.

“That sounds like fun. I’ve got to start getting comfortable with this kind of stuff if I’m going to play Pierce Craig.” Jared moved to her other side. “I’m sure I’ll have a million questions.”

So he obviously didn’t want his brother to know he’d been in the lifestyle for a while. Why tell her? Was he testing her? She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Kai didn’t seem interested in spending time with Jared except to teach him about the role he was supposed to play. If he didn’t need to teach Jared, he likely wouldn’t talk to him. For all that glorious masculine himbo vibe he gave off, Jared knew how to get to his big brother. Kai was always serious about teaching. “Well, the good news is Kai loves to talk. He’s a fount of knowledge.”

How soon could she get away? She felt ungainly standing between these two gorgeous, ridiculously tall men. Did they have to be so freaking tall? She barely came up to Kai’s chin. She would fit neatly against him, her head easily resting on his broad shoulder. She barely made it to Jared’s collarbone. Maybe she should rethink wearing stilettos. Of course, then she would do that horrible ankle rolling walk chicks who never wore heels inevitably ended up doing when they finally put a pair on.

“I set up the scene in the back of the dungeon,” Kai was explaining. “I thought we’d try to be discreet. I know Big Tag gave everyone the speech, but I’m sure there will still be gawkers. We should go ahead and start moving that way. You can watch and then I’ll walk you through a scene yourself.”

Jared smiled down at her. “What do you say, pretty girl? You want to watch the scene with me? Maybe after Kai’s done, you can be my test subject.”

She tried not to watch Kai scene. In the beginning she had, and she would watch utterly fascinated with how hot the man was when he got his freak flag flying high, but lately it made her want to be the woman he was lavishing all that pain and pleasure on.

Lately she’d started dreaming about being the woman he tied up.

It would be easy to ask him. She doubted if she was open with what she needed that he would turn her down. In that case, he was a lot like his brother. If someone came to Kai and explained that they needed a scene in order to cry or relax, he would give the sub what he or she needed. The trouble was she wasn’t sure she could hold back with Kai. The minute he put his hands on her, she was worried she would dissolve and go back to her old habits, needs she hadn’t fed for years. It was easy to shove them down normally, but Kai moved her.

She was about to tell Jared that she needed to go find her friends when she felt a firm hand on her elbow, pulling her close.

“She can’t watch the scene. She’s in the scene,” Kai said. “You’ll have to find your own sub, Jared. This one is mine.”

Kori felt her jaw drop. Yes, it was going to be an interesting evening.

* * * *

What the hell had he done? It wasn’t like he’d planned for that to happen. No, he’d planned something else entirely. He’d set up his scene and walked off to find a sub and he’d found Jared and Kori instead. He’d just walked up to his brother and heard the sorrow in his voice and it had thrown him off.

Jared was a better actor than Kai had given him credit for.

Or he’d been really upset to find out Kai had nearly died and no one had contacted him. Kai felt like a total dick. He hadn’t even thought about calling his brother. The first person he’d wanted to talk to was Kori. She was always the first person he called.

Then Jared had moved in on Kori like he had a right to touch her and Kai had lost his damn