8
LAUREL
I awoke, for the second day in a row, in the arms of two men. It was early, the light through the window only the slightest hint of pink. The sun had yet to rise.
"Sleep, sweetheart," Brody murmured, his voice deep.
Mason—I was beginning to tell the men's touches apart—stroked a hand down my arm. I was warm and I felt safe and protected. I knew that nothing was going to harm me with these men surrounding me. They'd given me pleasure, perhaps in ways I never imagined, but it had been incredible. I doubted their every action when it came to touching my body, for I knew they were pushing me, teaching me carnal activities that I should consider unseemly. Now, though, after they gave me the most amazing orgasms after giving in to their demands on my body, I couldn't question them.
