One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [12]
“Yes, Mia, I do.”
Honestly, if Mia had time to consider this whole thing, she probably wouldn’t have the guts to go through with it. No matter how far things went—whether she stopped Mr. Sexy Voice at a typical relaxing rubdown or invited him to perform the erotic part of the massage—this whole setup required a serious element of trust. She wasn’t sure she’d have been able to muster that trust if given the time to consider it.
But she didn’t have time to think, she had to go on instinct. And her instincts told her—had always told her—that she could trust Brandon Young. No matter what his motives for setting up this elaborate fantasy scene, she did trust him.
More, she wanted him. And whether or not she had the nerve to go all the way through this night, fulfilling fantasy after fantasy, she was at least willing to follow his lead and see how far they went. Because he wouldn’t let anything happen to her that she didn’t want to let happen.
It just remained to see how much she wanted to let happen.
She sucked in and released a quivery breath, already wondering if she was making a mistake. But finally she offered him a sultry smile and settled back down for more treatment from the man with the magnificent hands and the sexy voice.
“Good,” Brandon whispered. Glancing past her, he added, “I think you can proceed, Sean.”
Sean. That was as much as she knew about the man who could very well be doing some pretty intimate things to her tonight.
So be it. “You are going to get involved with this at some point, aren’t you?” she asked, wondering why Brandon was content to sit there, rather than using his hands on all the parts of her body not already being attended to.
“Don’t you remember everything you said that night?”
Distracted by the particularly delicious stroke of a strong knuckle on the back of her calf, she didn’t answer at first.
“You wanted to be watched,” he reminded her. “You swore there was an untapped exhibitionist inside you.”
She remembered. And she also recalled something else. “You had the same fantasy. And as I recall, you were part voyeur.” Challenging him to deny it, she added, “So we’re not just fulfilling my fantasies tonight, are we?”
He shook his head, settling back in his chair. His legs were sprawled apart, entirely relaxed. His incredibly broad, bare torso glowed in the low light of the candles and Mia licked her lips as she stared at him, her fingers itching to stroke all that firm, supple male skin.
Brandon’s stare slowly shifted from her face, studying her naked body, lingering on the curve of her shoulder and the line of her back. His eyes narrowed in intensity and he appeared unable to tear his gaze away when he beheld the masseur working on the aching muscles of her upper thighs.
He seemed fascinated by the sight of another man’s hands stroking her into pure physical contentment. “Oh, yes, we are definitely fulfilling a few of my fantasies, too,” he admitted.
She didn’t ask about participant number three, Sean, and what he expected out of this evening. Brandon had called him a professional—whether that meant he was a professional masseur or a male escort, she honestly didn’t know. Nor was she certain she wanted to know.
She wanted faceless eroticism. Anonymous pleasure. The other man didn’t matter so much and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to see him clearly. It was enough to feel the long, firm stroke of his hand down her thigh and the brush of his fingertips across the sensitive skin behind her knee, wondering—always wondering—where he’d touch next and whether she’d really be ready for it.
“Mmm,” she groaned as he worked his hand between her legs and gently pushed them apart so he could access the inner thigh muscles. He remained close to her knees, working her skillfully, still well within the bounds of any other massage she’d received. But Mia remained on edge, every nerve ending anticipating the next move, knowing that eventually one would cross that boundary.
Brandon’s hungry stare made her want that touch to come soon. She wanted to see him as insanely