Keeping Karly (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page B

he’s caressing and squeezing the muscles in my lower legs. “Usually I prefer to use a soft flogger on a sub’s ass and thighs. It’s easier to control and ends up only affecting the skin.”
    “Same here,” Grant says as he goes back to stroking his fingers through my hair. “Although I am quite partial to flogging breasts as well. There’s nothing quite as pretty as quivering breasts covered in my marks.”
    “Oh,” I say, trying not to imagine what that might feel like. I am not turned on by his words. I’m not. Really, I’m not.
    Okay, maybe just a little.
    I’ve never considered BDSM might have varying facets of interest.
    “What does a flogger look like?”
    “Do you want to see one?” Bryce asks warily.
    I suppose it’s a valid question. I’ve been so dead set against everything BDSM that they probably expect me to freak out if they provided a flogger for me to inspect.
    I want to understand the appeal. I realize that I might never understand my sister’s need for extreme pain, but Bryce and Grant seem to derive something completely different from the same lifestyle.
    “Yes, I’d like to see one.”
    Bryce gives me a smile and reaches over to touch my face. I’m not really certain what passes between us at that moment, but I like the feeling it gives me deep inside. It’s like time is frozen. Eventually he leans over, presses a quick kiss to my lips, and maneuvers himself off the sofa.
    Grant pulls me closer, his hand massaging the back of my skull as he eases my head against his chest. I relax against him as I try to process all that this means. I’m a little surprised to hear the deep rumble of Grant’s laugh.
    “Stop overthinking it,” he says.
     
    * * * *
     
    Bryce was horrified to realize his hands were shaking. Shit . He’d never wanted something so much in his entire life the way he wanted Karly James. The woman was very literally perfect for both him and his brother, but the likelihood of her accepting such an unusual relationship was next to nil. He shouldn’t be so excited that she’d asked to see a flogger. It was just natural curiosity. It’s not like she’d asked him to strip her down and flog her to orgasm.
    He groaned softly, adjusted his cock inside the uncomfortable confines of his jeans, and tried really hard not to imagine what Karly James would look like covered in his marks and shattering in orgasm. God, he could almost taste the sweet cream he would lick from her thighs, could almost see himself suckling her clit as he finger fucked her to a second, more intense climax, could almost feel what it would be like to shove his cock deep into her pussy and fuck her for hours and hours as she screamed her orgasm over and over.
    Fuck.
    “Get a grip,” he mumbled to himself, trying to will away the hard-on that wanted Karly James and no other. She was ordinary, vanilla, not into the lifestyle. But wasn’t that what he’d decided he wanted? Hadn’t he walked away from the BDSM lifestyle?
    He opened his “toy” cupboard, and the answer was staring him in the face.
    No.

Chapter Ten
     
    It’s taking Bryce longer to fetch the flogger than I thought it would. Has he changed his mind about showing me? I wriggle a little as I try to decide what I should do. Should I call him back and tell him not to worry? Will that make things more embarrassing? Or will I be giving him the opening he needs to back away gracefully?
    “Bryce, get your ass back in here,” Grant yells down the hallway. He shakes his head as I stare at him, wide-eyed. “Overthinkers, both of you.”
    “Is everything okay?” Bryce asks as he hurries back into the room.
    “Of course it’s okay, but I swear you two are going to put me in an early grave.”
    “Huh?” Bryce asks, looking to me for an explanation.
    “He says we overthink things.”
    “Ah, this coming from the man who leaps and then looks down.”
    I can’t help but laugh at the affronted look on Grant’s face. It’s true that the