Chains and Canes by Katie Porter Page B

was sly. “ Some body still thinks he’s in charge on stage. Partnership means partners, pendejo .”
    Daniel breathed out. Apparently he’d wanted to see the proof for himself. Simply because Naya had submitted so easily to Remy’s sexual command, she hadn’t lost her stubborn self-assurance when squaring off against him under less erotic circumstances. He’d needed to know that whatever happened, she would remain the same woman he loved.
    Remy dropped his bag next to Naya’s and strolled into the living room, hands shoved in his jeans pockets. “I get my wires crossed, chère ,” he said with a grin. His chin was tipped down, and he peeked playfully at her through his lashes. “Can’t tell which is the real you.”
    “I’m just me.” Naya held out her hand, beckoning him closer. “And people are just people.”
    Remy twined their fingers. “That simple, eh? Most folk don’t think so.”
    Daniel looked down at the woman who bridged them. He pressed his nose into her hair as she laughed and asked, “You’re still under the impression we’re most folk?”
    “If I am, I’m dead wrong.” He released Naya’s hand and extended his to Daniel. “Good trip?”
    Their grip was strong. Daniel applied extra pressure in order to feel Remy test him in return. He wanted that sensation of being bested. It was as exciting as it was terrifying.
    “Good. But too long.”
    “Too long,” Naya echoed. She turned to give Daniel a long, smoldering kiss.
    Exactly what he needed.
    He loved her taste, like caramel with a kick of pepper. She was still hyped up from her debut. He wished he could’ve been there, but the timing of his trip had shot that to hell. The shock waves, however, were nearly as good. Electricity zapped between them. Only, he hadn’t released Remy’s hand—or, to be honest, Remy hadn’t let go of him. The Cajun led the way up Naya’s back until they both grasped hunks of her lush hair. Pins that held that coffee-dark mass in performance style slipped and pinged away. Male fingers tangled together, gripping, twisting, as Remy pushed Naya more firmly into Daniel’s arms, more deeply into that smoldering kiss.
    They consumed each other as they always did after business took him away, and Naya guided him home. For Remy to dictate the depth and strength of their kiss was an extra thrill. Sharing her again. Showing off what an amazing woman he claimed.
    Her laughter bubbled into his mouth. He and Remy backed off as her glittering laugh strengthened. “Oh, chivalry. Art thee dead?”
    He licked his lower lip, tasting her, as Remy lifted his eyebrows. That metal piercing still fascinated Daniel, along with the ink displayed on his shoulder. So new and exotic—so different . He sought those differences in Remy and found each one exciting.
    “What’s that, chère ?” Remy’s lips shaped a crooked smile. “We here for a poetry recital?”
    “No.” She shook her hair, rubbed her fingers down to the scalp and stepped from between them both. “A lady likes a little finesse and maybe a drink and chocolate and flowers, you know, before being forced into sexual submission.”
    “Daniel, do you know what your girl did to me while you were away?” He never took his eyes off Naya’s beaming face, and his own features never lost their humor. They were on the cusp of hard play, but right now…it was still play.
    Daniel was breathing helium. They were helium.
    “I imagine she tried to outdance you,” he said. “And if she didn’t, she definitely outtalked you.”
    “Aaaand, she said I didn’t know how to fuck.”
    “Naya.” Daniel affixed a mock scowl. “Telling lies?”
    “Hell if you know whether he can fuck.” Subtly, her body had taken on a loose, inviting softness. Her laughter was quick and light, but she gave off a more potent vibe. “You weren’t the one he plowed.”
    “Ooh, good one, chère .” Remy slid his hand up Daniel’s back in a move that echoed what they’d just done to