Although she’d thought she had herself under control, was ready to continue, to drive them all crazy with lust as had been her intention when she’d joined them, Ashlynn found herself fleeing from them, running out of the room and straight to her bedroom without looking back. Her chest heaved, her heart hurt as she planted her hands on her bed, trying to regain some semblance of control.

They loved each other. Jase and Leyton. They’d said the words, and she’d heard the meaning behind them. They hadn’t been spoken in the heat of the moment, they hadn’t been rushed … they’d spoken them from somewhere deep.

“Oh, God,” she said, standing up straight because she was suddenly feeling dizzy.

She’d pushed them away, sent them into each others arms, and now she was left with…

“Ashlynn.” Leyton’s hard, authoritative voice startled her, but she didn’t turn around, not wanting to look at him, scared of what she might see.

“Come here, baby,” Jase said soothingly.

And then Jase and Leyton were both there, pulling her into their arms, crushing her between them while her chest ached from something she couldn’t even comprehend. That place inside her that she thought was nothing but a deep, black hole was filled with … something she didn’t understand, something she wasn’t even sure she wanted to understand.

“Don’t run,” Leyton warned, his mouth close to her ear as he stood behind her. “You haven’t let us finish yet. We’re not even close to being done.”

Ashlynn looked up at Jase, and she saw something spectacular shining in his eyes. Happiness, maybe? Because Leyton had told him he loved him? Whatever it was, she suddenly wanted some for herself. For just a little while.

Jase’s arms banded around her, and his mouth brushed hers ever so lightly, a sweet, sensual kiss that morphed into something stronger, more passionate, more intense. She gave herself over to him as he and Leyton moved her toward the bed.

They hadn’t forgotten about her, they hadn’t purposely kept her at arm’s length, they’d simply needed that moment between them, and she understood that.

She really, truly did.

But she needed that moment, too, and she hated herself for being so vulnerable.

“Ashlynn, look at me,” Leyton whispered, tipping her chin so that she was forced to do as he wanted.

“Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” Leyton urged.

Ashlynn shook her head, and he curled his finger beneath her chin, gently tilting her head so that she had to look up into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he repeated, and a flash of heat ignited in his green irises. “Or I’ll make you.”

“Make me?” she countered.

A sexy, seductive smile tilted his lips and made her body heat rise another notch.

He took a step closer, crowding her until the backs of her legs hit the mattress, and then he was hovering over her, forcing her onto her back. She glanced over to see Jase was standing on the opposite side of the bed.

“Up on the pillows,” Jase instructed.

Ashlynn scooted to the center of the bed.

“Take off the shirt and panties,” Leyton commanded before disappearing into her bathroom.

Sitting up, Jase helped her remove the T-shirt, and then when she was on her back again, he stripped her panties down her legs. When Leyton returned, he had two colorful strips of silk in his hand, one red, one white. They were … the ties from her silk robes. He tossed one to Jase, and before she knew what was happening, they each took one of her arms and tied her wrists to the iron headboard.

Her heart was still racing, her mind whirling from all the emotion she was still trying to fight, but she never took her eyes off them, never tried to fight them.

Fully expecting them to join her, she swallowed hard when Leyton disappeared once again, returning with another piece of silk, this one thicker than the others.

“Blindfold,” he said with a smirk.

Kneeling on the bed beside her, he managed to cover her eyes and tie the material at the back of her head. Her heart kicked hard against her ribs at the helpless feeling that consumed her, but then she felt the mattress shift and warm bodies line up against her side.

“Don’t,” Jase whispered against her ear. “Relax, baby. We won’t hurt you. Won’t ever hurt you.”

It took a minute, but Ashlynn managed to fight back the panic. They wouldn’t hurt her, she knew that much. Aside from her brothers and sister, Leyton and Jase were the only two people in the world she trusted implicitly.

“Good girl,” Leyton crooned in her ear. “Now tell me what you were thinking when you ran from us.”

Ashlynn shook her head. She couldn’t tell them.

“All right. Then I’d say it’s time for the torture.”

Another hard thump of her heart against her ribs as she processed the words. But before the panic could set in, the bed shifted, and a warm, firm mouth latched on to her left nipple, making her cry out from the sheer ecstasy of it. Not being able to see, she could only feel. It was foreign to her, something she’d never dreamed of. Giving up this much control wasn’t something she’d ever imagined, not in her wildest fucking dreams.

Another set of lips grazed her right nipple, and she hissed in a breath. For the next few minutes, they both feasted on her, teeth nipping, mouths suckling until she was writhing, pulling at the ties on her hands.

“Need more,” she pleaded.

“All you have to do is talk.”

“What do you want to know?” she asked, her chest heaving from her labored breaths.

“Why’d you run?” Leyton asked.

“It was too much,” she admitted, wishing she could use her hands to hold them to her breasts, to increase the friction.

“What was?” Jase questioned, his cheek abrading the sensitive skin of her nipple as he teased her relentlessly.

“You love each other,” she blurted.

“Does that bother you?” Leyton’s voice was closer to her ear that time.

“No.” It didn’t bother her. Not the way they thought, anyway.

“Then why run?” Jase asked, his lips brushing against her ear.

“It was beautiful,” she hissed when fingers pinched her nipples.

“Tell us,” Leyton encouraged.

Ashlynn focused on the glorious sensation as fingers tweaked and pulled her nipples, making her moan. All thought fled momentarily, but then the hands stilled, and she was tempted to cry out.

“Want more?” Jase slid his tongue down the outer shell of her ear. “Keep talkin’, baby, and we’ll give you more.”

She didn’t want to talk; she wanted to come.

But the fingers didn’t resume their torment, and Ashlynn knew they would hold back.

“What was beautiful, Ashlynn?” Leyton asked. “Watching me make love to Jase?”

Was that what that was? She could totally see it now. Leyton hadn’t merely been fucking Jase. They’d become one in that moment, two souls reaching out to one another.

“Yes,” she choked out.

“Say it,” Jase demanded.

“Watching Leyton make love to you was beautiful,” she said with a sob. “So beautiful.”

“Is that what you want? Us to make love to you?”

Swallowing hard, Ashlynn was suddenly grateful for the blindfold, because the tears that formed in her eyes would’ve been embarrassing otherwise. Rather than answer, she nodded.

“Ask for it,” Leyton said, his hand sliding down over her stomach, his fingers sliding through her folds.

When he teased her clit briefly, she shifted, trying to get closer to his hand, but she couldn’t speak. The emotion was choking her, and she didn’t know how to ask for something she didn’t understand.

Jase’s hand slid down her stomach then, his fingers joining Leyton’s. Before she could process what they were doing, they each pushed one finger inside her, filling her completely. Her back bowed, the intrusion so delicious she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. They began fucking her with their fingers, slowly, gently, until she thought she would implode.