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pulled back the hood covering it. He captured her cry with his mouth and rubbed tiny circles around the swollen nub. She was slippery wet with a copious amount of juice. TJ’s finger thrust in and out, drawing more from her pussy.
    It wouldn’t be long. Chris’s clit seemed to expand under his ministrations and her breath came in shallow pants. Her eyes, when she could open them, revealed dilated pupils and she fairly danced on her toes.
    “Please.” She shook her head, a myriad of emotions crossing her face. “No. I can’t, umm, stop.” The muscles in her neck corded and she braced herself with a hand on each of their shoulders. “Oh my God. Shit. Asparagus,” she blurted.
    Jon ripped his hand from between her soft thighs. TJ did the same. Both of them were breathing hard but nothing would make them do anything to compromise the semi-trust they were starting to build.
    “Damn. Shit. Oh, God, I, uh. I just… I can’t do this.”
    Jon hung his head and sucked in a deep breath.
    “Here,” she yelped. “I mean, here. I can’t do this here, in the parking lot. It’s weird and”—she peered over their shoulders—“people can see us,” she panted, her face flushed.
    TJ snorted. “I believe you’ve found the world’s quickest way to deflate an erection, baby.”
    “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to stop…touching me. That was good, that was, well, fabulous, but I haven’t done this in awhile and…I’m not an exhibitionist,” she spat out.
    “Ah, sugar.” Jon sighed. They’d gotten carried away and tried to take her in a goddamn parking lot like a couple of horny teenagers. How could he be such a fuckhead? With everything they knew about her past, here they were stripping her down in public, fingering her and getting ready to fuck her against the car.
    Chris smiled. “Maybe we can get in the car at least?”
    “Abso-fucking-lutely,” TJ agreed.
    “Phew. I was worried you might change your minds.”
    TJ yanked the back door open. “Never.” He tugged Chris around so her back was to his front, but before he helped her into the car Jon swept the blindfold over her eyes and tied it in the back.
    “What are you doing?” The near panic in her voice gave Jon second thoughts but TJ stepped in.
    “Relax, baby.” He clasped the hands she’d raised to the blindfold and brought them down. “I want your full attention while we’re in the car. Trust me, this will make your senses soar.” TJ lifted her knuckles and kissed them gently.
    Her body softened and Jon’s heart thudded against his ribs. Her submission meant the world to them. Not that they wanted her to cower to them, but to be relaxed enough to trust them never to hurt her.
    “Whatever you do, please, please don’t tie me down,” she whispered. The heartfelt plea seemed to come from the bottom of her soul.
    Jon would kill to have her tied to their bed, spread so they could take their turns with her. He glanced at TJ while he finished tying the knot. TJ shrugged in confusion.
    Jon soothed her by running his palms down her sides until she shivered and leaned into him. He hugged her close and nestled his chin in the crease of her neck and shoulders.
    “We will never hurt you, Christina.”
    She turned her face toward his. “It’s not that,” she admitted. “I…”
    Jon lifted her chin and kissed her lips gently. “You what?”
    She sighed and a red tinge flooded her cheeks. “I’m claustrophobic. I can’t stand being in tight spaces or held so I can’t move.” She spoke so fast her words got strung together.
    TJ barked out in laughter and Chris huffed. “It’s not funny, TJ McFee.” Even blindfolded she was able to recognize TJ from Jon.
    Jon smiled.
    “You’re right, it’s not, baby. No tying you up, I promise.” TJ released her hands and put his on top of her head to help her into the backseat. “Not yet anyway,” he mumbled.
    “I heard that,” she yelled.
    Still chuckling, TJ followed her into the car. Jon