“I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who didn’t know, Reagan,” Trey said. He grabbed a plate of fajitas and smothered them in sour cream and guacamole. He sprinkled a bit of hot sauce on them and climbed on a stool with his plate. “Can we all make up after we eat?”
Ethan secured Reagan in a tight embrace and lowered his head to kiss her. Trey paused with his fajita halfway to his mouth. He’d known from the start that Ethan still had strong feelings for Reagan and as he watched them kiss, his suspicions about Reagan still being in love with Ethan were solidified. The two didn’t kiss like f**k buddies. They kissed like lovers. With all the swirling emotions and giddiness that came with being in love. Trey wondered if Reagan’s feelings for him were starting to lessen now that Ethan was back in the picture. That would suck. And not in the good way.
Reagan released Ethan and smiled up at him. “Do you want to go to our appointment with us?”
He whispered something into her ear and she grinned deviously, before shifting her gaze to Trey and worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “That sounds like a plan.”
“Plan?” Trey questioned. “What plan?”
“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Reagan said.
Chapter 27
From the outside, Jace’s house looked like any ordinary million-dollar Georgian-styled six-bedroom, eight-bathroom home—huge, paned windows, brick walls, black shutters, and a portico—but once a person stepped into the basement, all signs of normalcy vanished. The dungeon was separated into several rooms. Trey, Reagan, and Ethan were currently in the receiving room. The walls were painted black. Silver-foil vines circled the perimeter of the room near the ceiling. The lighting was kept dim in fixtures that resembled flames, without the fire hazards. There were several red loveseats—all very formal-looking—and three shiny black doors that led off to other rooms.
Jace’s fiancée, Aggie, had been the one to greet them. She’d gone all out for the occasion and was dressed in full dominatrix regale from her five-inch, spike-heeled, thigh-high boots to the sexy little leather hat on her head. Her corset, which had red roses embroidered along both sides, fit her like a glove, pressing her large br**sts upward into male brain-vacating cle**age. Her long, silky black hair hung to her waist and flowed like satin around her shoulders and waist as she stalked. The woman didn’t walk the way most people did. She moved like a predator. She smiled in welcome and gave Trey a big hug, her tough bitch veneer melting away as she squeezed him joyously. “It’s been ages, sugar. How have you been?”
When Aggie kissed Trey’s cheek, no doubt leaving traces of her cherry red lipstick on his skin, Reagan grabbed his arm and yanked.
“I’ve been great. How about you?”
“My custom-made corset business is really picking up. I don’t have time to work the dungeon much these days. When Jace told me you were coming, I was so excited.” She flicked the end of her riding crop against Trey’s thigh and he tensed. It hadn’t hurt. Just made a loud noise. Reagan rubbed his thigh and glared at Aggie. “Who’s this?” Aggie asked, her attention settling on Reagan.
“This is my girlfriend Reagan,” he said.
Aggie took her hand and shook it. “Girlfriend, huh? Never thought I’d see this one settled down.” She nodded her head toward Trey. “I’m Aggie.”
“Jace is such a cutie,” Reagan said. “And a great listener.”
Trey snorted in amusement.
“Yeah, I kind of like him,” Aggie said and winked at her.
“And this is my boyfriend Ethan,” Trey said.
Aggie grinned. “Now that makes more sense. Very naughty. Like our Trey was meant to be.” She shook Ethan’s hand. “What’s our pecking order here?” She looked from one person to the next.
Reagan and Ethan exchanged a confused glance.
“Who’s the top dog?” Aggie clarified.
“We reciprocate all around,” Trey said. “Ethan’s mostly a top, but I switch.”
“What about Reagan?”
Trey contemplated Reagan for a moment. She wasn’t truly submissive or dominant. She was just the goddess whose body they worshipped. “That’s a good question.”
“I’ll work with her,” Aggie said. “As for you.” She flicked her riding crop in Ethan’s direction. “Don’t even think about disobeying. I know your type.”
“Me?” Ethan said.
Aggie chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that made Trey want to crawl around on his knees at her feet. “Don’t worry, sugar. Reagan will break you in properly.”
Ethan gave Reagan a worried look. She smiled nervously.
“It’s okay, doll,” Aggie said to Reagan and took her hand. “We’ll have these two studs begging for you in no time. Come with me. I need to explain a few things and find you something more empowering to wear.”
Reagan swallowed and nodded. Trey had to admire Reagan’s bravado. Aggie tended to be a tad intimidating until you saw what a generous heart she hid behind that tough exterior. And she did a good job of hiding it except where Jace was concerned. Jace turned the woman to mush.
“Jace is in the next room,” Aggie said. “You two head in there. He wasn’t expecting two of you, so make sure you explain the dynamics to him for this first scenario, Trey.”
“Will do.” Trey took a step toward the next room and then drew to a sudden halt. “What exactly are the dynamics for this first scenario?”
“You know I’m going to try to make a domme out of your little sweetheart.” Aggie laughed with obvious delight. “We can switch things around later if necessary, but she’s got the right backbone for it and I can’t wait to watch that one squirm.” She pointed at Ethan with her riding crop. “We’ll try it this way first. I think you’re all going to enjoy it.”
“Trey?” Reagan said quietly, her voice wavering with anxiety.
He gave her a gentle hug and kissed her. “Trust Aggie. She knows what she’s doing.”
Reagan nodded.
Ethan stroked her hair. “This should be interesting.” He kissed her too.
Aggie took Reagan’s hand and tugged her toward one of the shiny black doors. “Both of your men are gorgeous. You are one lucky bitch, do you know that?”
Reagan laughed. “Yeah. I know.”
“You’re going to have to tell me how you ended up with two hotties.”