Broken Surrender by Lori King Page B

stepped away from her, and she
frowned in confusion. “What are you doing? I agreed.”
    Silas gave a big sigh and then shook his
head. “It’s not that, sugar. Come over here and sit down for a
minute.”
    Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and
she just knew they were going to tell her they’d changed their
minds.
    “Have you ever heard of Dominance and
submission, Sarah?” Jeremy asked, sitting next to her on the sofa
while Silas took the coffee table in front of her.
    She rolled her eyes. “Of course I have. It’s
a BDSM term.”
    “Do you understand what it means?” Silas
asked.
    The butterflies grew stronger and her eyes
darted between the two brothers. “Usually it means one partner is
dominant while the other is submissive. What exactly are you trying
to tell me?”
    “Jeremy and I are members of a local BDSM
club called The Cage. We don’t live the lifestyle 24/7 like some
people do, but we’re both interested in it,” Silas explained.
    “Okay, so what does that mean?”
    They exchanged a look and Silas replied, “We
just want to be honest about our…interests. Both of us like to be
the boss in the bedroom, but we haven’t attempted to share a woman
yet, so we don’t know how it will work out.”
    “Well, I haven’t been shared before; for all
I know, I’ll absolutely hate having two stiff cocks to myself.” She
giggled, and shook her head at their serious looks.
    Jeremy took her hand, “So you’re not freaked
out?”
    “No, but I’ll admit my knowledge of all of
this is limited. I’ll need a bit of instruction”—she batted her
eyes at him—“and patience, perhaps?”
    Silas laughed. “I can see you’re going to be
a brat.”
    “Hey!”
    “A brat isn’t necessarily a bad thing in the
world of BDSM, baby. It can actually be a compliment,” Jeremy said,
and then kissed her. “All we’re asking is that you keep an open
mind. If you enjoy some of the play, we can talk about visiting the
club so that you can learn more.”
    Sarah nodded and then looked to Silas. “You
know, I thought you were crazy when you talked about a ménage, but
now, I’m beginning to wonder if I’m the crazy one. If any of my
friends told me this story and asked my advice, I’d tell them to
run.”
    He held her gaze, but his eyes looked sad.
“I would understand if you did.”
    Jeremy patted her knuckles as he waited for
her to make the next move. They both looked as nervous as she felt,
and it made her feel better. At least she wasn’t the only one out
of her depth here.
    Rising to her feet, she walked away, coming
to a stop at the foot of the stairs. They ended just in front of
the main door, and she looked at the truck through the window,
considering her options. If she ran now, she’d regret it. She had
no idea what the future held, or if she’d be emotionally able to
handle the heartbreak if all of this fell apart, but she wasn’t
willing to turn tail and run, either.
    Glancing over her shoulder, she winked. “You
two coming or am I doing this alone?” With a giggle, she took off
up the stairs as fast as she could as the two men launched
themselves after her. Their feet thundered up the stairs they knew
so well, while she had no idea where she was going. Her hesitation
cost her when Jeremy scooped her up just a few feet from the top of
the stairs.
    “Gotcha!” he declared, laughing as he
collected a toe-curling kiss as his ransom.
    She didn’t even notice he’d carried her down
the hallway until he was laying her down on a soft mattress. A
quick look around told her they were in Silas’s room. There was a
flag on one wall above a military-issued pack and a pair of combat
boots. It felt familiar, and eased the rest of the butterflies
she’d been feeling.
    Jeremy followed her down onto the bed, his
mouth moving down her jaw to her throat and then her collarbone.
When his mouth met the resistance of her shirt, he quickly pushed
it up and over her head, exposing her bra-covered