The orgasm that Gavin gave Delilah in the car was just the tip of the iceberg. She was so worked up that it didn’t do much other than to reduce the immediate discomfort.

As soon as we got home, I grabbed Delilah, capturing her mouth and dragging her up my body closer. As she moaned against my lips, something inside of me became unhinged. The need, the want, the desire just flooded through my body. The need I had held back for fear of scaring her away broke through me like a tidal wave.

I was a hedonistic animal full of desire that I couldn't control. I ripped at her dress, splitting the dress right down the middle as a sharp breath escaped Delilah's lips.

“Please,” Delilah begged, “I want this, I need you both however you want to have me."

Gavin practically growled his approval as the dress fell to the floor in a heap. We both devoured her with our eyes, memorizing every swell and curve and dip of her body. The light tan of her skin, the puckered nipples straining against the lace of her bra.

I waited until she met my eyes before loosening it and slipping it over my head. I wrapped it around my hand as I ran my thumb over the silk.

"Did you really mean it, Delilah? Any way that we want you?

She nodded yes.

"Good."

The tie cut off my sight before I could blink. Gavin had taken the tie and twisted the silk around my head, tying a knot and cinching it tight.

I couldn't see a damn thing, but I could hear, feel, and smell. The hint of Ryan's aftershave hit me a moment before the scrape of his beard rubbed against my cheek. A lightning bolt of desire shocked me to my core.

A flick against my back and I felt my bra spring open and was sliding down my arms before landing on the floor. With one tug I felt my lacy panties being ripped away and I knew I was totally naked and blind between these two men.

Seconds later, I felt the toy being pulled from my body and I ached at the loss, but I knew something even better was going to replace it.

"Cold?" I asked her as I watched her tremble.

Delilah shook her head.

"Nervous?"

She hesitated.

"A little."

"Don't be,” I assured her and she reached out to me hoping to find my body beneath her fingers, but I caught her wrists instead.

I wrapped my tie around her wrists and knotted it in a way she'd never wiggle free. At that moment, we owned her, blindfolded and bound between us both, exactly where we needed her to be.

Now to just convince her.

Nothing mattered except the thrum of her blood in her veins, the spark of four hands running up and down her skin, and the knowledge they were all together.