Kelly Jamieson - One Wicked Night

He nodded, his silvery gray eyes shining, a bemused smile on his mouth.

When she’d left, the three of them stood there looking at each other.

“Whoa,” Tyler said. He felt a little…drained. But exhilarated. Powerful. As if he could take on the world and win. He looked at Nick. “We’re not taking that Healthy Solutions account.”

Nick’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

Tyler headed down the hall. “I’m going back to bed.” He shot them both a grin over his shoulder.

Nick stomped down the hall after him. “Where the hell did that come from?” he yelled.

Tyler stripped off his jeans and jumped on the bed. “I was thinking about it yesterday.”

“You’re fucking nuts, man,” Nick said, but he smiled and unzipped his shorts. Kaelin walked in behind him, shaking her head.

“I thought you didn’t like lying around in bed all day,” she said.

“I’m not planning to just lie around. C’mere, sweet baby. Nick and I want to do all kinds of wicked things to you.”

She kept his shirt on and climbed up between them. “Oh yay. I like wicked things.”

His chest expanded and he glanced at Nick, who smiled too.

“You know there is something I want you to do,” Kaelin said, stretching out on the bed. “I want you to tie me up.”

Tyler’s dick leaped and he licked his lips. “Uh…sure, babe.”

“I mean, tie me up and do wicked things to me.” She held his gaze meaningfully.

He stared at her, heart thudding. “You mean…”

“Yes.”

“I can’t…”

“Tyler.” She reached for his hand and inserted her fingers between his, curling them together. “I trust you enough to let you tie me up. Do you trust me enough to do it?”

His heart swelled up so huge he thought it might explode out of his chest and he closed his eyes against the wave of emotion washing over him. Yeah, hell yeah, he trusted her. After what she’d done for him, he trusted her with his life, and he’d always trusted Nick.

“I love you, Kaelin,” he said hoarsely, giving in to his last fear. “Yes, I trust you. I trust you and love you. He looked at Nick. “Both of you.”

For a guy who’d never thought he was worth being loved by anybody, now he had two people who loved him. Maybe he’d actually start believing he deserved it, wasn’t sure why he was so lucky, but he was so damn grateful, and he planned to spend the rest of his life showing them that. Starting right now, giving Kaelin what she wanted.

He could do that. He could tie her up. He was into that, had always liked the control, the power. He knew the trust required for her to let herself be bound. It took even more trust for her to admit and ask for what she really wanted, putting her at her most vulnerable. He recognized the power he had over her because of that. But he also recognized the deep responsibility it gave him.

He looked at Nick, at the love and trust in his eyes, and recognized the same truth. A sense of strength and a deep desire to live up to that responsibility filled him, like water in a well, seeping into every crevice of his being.

Loving and trusting someone had always seemed to him to be the ultimate vulnerability. But now he could see that loving and trusting someone wasn’t just the ultimate vulnerability—it was the ultimate strength. That in finally letting himself love and be loved, he was freeing himself from the worst kind of bondage. That the exchange between the three of them made them all vulnerable–but made them all stronger.