Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,40

air in my lungs forced from me in a whoosh.

His eyebrows tugged together again. “You mean the threesome.” His words didn’t form a question. “Are you sure you wanna do it? Does she?”

“Do you?” I asked, wanting him to answer before me.

“I think I’d be open to it if you are.” His tongue glided over his lips before disappearing back inside his mouth, the small teasing flicker enough to make me squirm on his lap.

“It doesn’t mean that just because I’m bisexual that I automatically have threesomes. While I was exploring my sexuality, I indulged and found I enjoyed the experience.”

“Okay,” he responded, studying my face.

“I wanted to make that clear.”

“Gotcha.” A slow lazy smile stretched his lips, putting me more at ease.

The racing of my heart slowed, allowing me to seize control of my thoughts enough to continue. “We’d have to set up some rules before we do anything.”

“Like what?” he asked. “What’s something you don’t want to do?”

“It’s not something I don’t want to do. It’s something I don’t want you to do,” I replied, becoming more anxious as the conversation progressed. Not because I didn’t want to do it but because I wasn’t sure how I’d feel sharing Brick with another woman. “I told you before your dick belongs to me only. I don’t want you sticking it in any part of her.”

“Not even her mouth?”

I stalled for a few seconds in contemplation of my answer, the image of her sucking him off making me hot, yet insanely jealous. Then I pictured him fucking her and that was something I couldn’t get on board with because I was more jealous of that image than turned on.

“Maybe her mouth but definitely not her pussy or her ass.”

“Ass?” He made a clicking noise with his tongue. “Damn. I didn’t know anal was on the table.” He laughed when I smacked his shoulder.

“It’s not. Besides, can you even fit that thing in anyone’s ass?” I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. “Don’t answer that.” Brick wiggled his brows, but when I dropped my arm back to my lap, he only smirked, not saying a word.

“What other rules should there be?” I asked, anxious to finish this conversation so we could make a definitive answer on whether to go through with this.

“I don’t want to do it here. The only woman I want in my bed is you.” He kissed me, then pulled back. “Is she staying at a hotel?”

“Yeah.”

“Then if it’s okay with her, we can meet her there.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with that.” I tangled my fingers into the thick of his hair, playing with the strands as a form of distraction because what I wanted to ask him next might sting if he answered the wrong way. “Do you think… is there a possibility you won’t want….” I tilted my head from side to side. A groan of unnerving frustration escaped from me and I contemplated swallowing my next words.

“What are you tryin’ to say?” He shifted beneath me. “Why do you look so nervous? Just ask me.” Brick captured my cheeks in his large warm hands, the tenderness of his touch erasing some of my sudden anxiety.

“Will I be enough afterward?” The tension I’d been holding deflated and I slumped in his arms, my hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Our eyes were glued to each other and I prayed for him to put me out of my misery as soon as possible.

“How could you ever think you’d never be enough for me? It’s me who should be askin’ you that question.”

“Trust me, you’re more than enough.” A ghost of a smile spread across my face but fell flat when his expression remained unfazed.

“I’ve told you before how us coming from different worlds is a worry of mine. Not now, but in the future. And while you say that stuff doesn’t matter, I think it will eventually. You’re too good for me. I know it. Ryder knows it, and I think you know it too. But I’m willing to give us a shot and see what happens.” He kissed me again, nipping at my mouth before severing the quick connection. “So, for you to ask me if I think you’ll be enough after we do this… my answer is a thousand yeses.” He looked down right before he dropped his hands from my face. Every second his eyes weren’t on mine was like torture.

What thoughts ran through his mind? Had I complicated things