Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,67

each other.”

“I like that,” she said after a few moments of soft silence. “I really like that.”

“Good.” I relaxed my grip on the steering wheel and settled a hand on her thigh so I could offer her a comforting squeeze. Part of taking care of her meant making these conversations easy. I didn’t think I could be any more thrilled with her enthusiasm.

“Do you want me to just go down the list for you?” The frank openness in her voice threatened to mesmerize me. “You’ll answer, too?”

“We can do that,” I agreed. “I know some of the answers already, at least for me. I’m definitely more dominant, but the whole Master and slave thing isn’t for me.”

“She wasn’t a slave tonight though, was she?”

“No, Lyssa is a sub, she’s very comfortable in her skin.” She was actually one of the first people I’d talked to about all of this and the one who gave me advice on how to approach it with Frankie in the first place, but that was not a conversation we were having right now. Mostly because Lys hadn’t known who or what I was looking for when I’d talked to her.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I’d been looking for.

“I am not a slave, at least not by any measure I’ve seen in the reading, but I don’t mind being submissive. It’s actually kind of nice.”

That sent a wholly decadent sensation up my spine, and at the same time, I relaxed. She was inviting me to share this, to understand her better, and I’d be able to take care of her better. That really was all I wanted. “If you ever think that changes…”

“I’ll tell you, but you’re not submissive at all, are you?”

“No.” I could admit that. “But I think you could talk Coop into it for you if you need it.” Jake and Archie probably not, but Coop had the kind of flexibility with her that all of us lacked.

She laughed. “Not a conversation I’m ready to have with him yet.”

Yet.

Good. Maybe not yet, but possibly in the future. “And I’ll be honest, all of you are a little on the dominant side with me.”

Not a little, but again, we could leave it there. “Go on down the list, Angel.”

“Bisexual?” she read off her screen.

“If you were, you’d make Rachel’s day,” I told her. “And definitely no for me.”

“Is that why you don’t want the other guys there?” She’d never asked me that directly. “I mean, you were there when Archie and I had sex that morning.”

“Kind of hard to miss, Angel, I was sleeping less than a foot away.” Not that it hadn’t intrigued me, but there’d also been a thread of violence weaving through me and I’d wanted to rip his hands off of her. Not conducive to what we were all building, so better to avoid those situations. “And it’s not being hetero that makes me not want to share you with the guys at the same time.”

I had to consider this, how to phrase it.

“I like the control,” I reminded her. “When I’m with you, I want to own every single inch of you. I want to own your pleasure. I want to be the only one touching you and making you feel things.”

She gave a little shudder, and I squeezed her thigh. When she covered my hand with hers, I relaxed. I knew how I sounded.

“That said, I know you need and love them, too. They give you so much, and I’d never deny you that. So I can share your time and I can share your love, but some things I want just with you. At least…” I could concede this much. “At least right now.”

“I love you,” she whispered as she rubbed the back of my hand, and I smiled.

“Love you, too. Keep reading.”

She laughed, and some of the tension cording her thigh muscle seemed to ease.

“That also answers whether we have multiples. I’m okay with it, but you’re not,” she told me, and there was no censure in her voice. “The next page is this really long list, so if I don’t know what it is, I’m just going to say no for now.”

“That’s fair.” And she should really know. “I don’t know all of it either, Angel. I meant it when I said I’d only gone to a couple of classes and they were a lot like tonight. Demonstrations where they talked to us about what they were doing and why and giving us a feel