"Stay still," I muttered. "If you keep moving, I won't get it right."

The horse moved anyway despite my order to keep still. Beth had showed me the way to the stables. It was a lot different than I imagined. There were big fields filled with wildflowers and long grass. The stables were bigger than I imagined. There were at least nine big horses inside and a dozen milling about in the fields.

An old farmhouse was built a few feet away. According to Beth that was the house Draven stayed in before he married my mother. The house they stayed in now had been built for her because she didn't want to stay in the farmhouse.

It was strange. A farmhouse so close to the beach.

I shook my head and focused on drawing the beautiful black beauty. The horse suddenly turned to me and made a noise that had my heartbeat increasing. I stumbled backwards and right into someone.

Gasping, I spun around. Tyrone raised an eyebrow. His eyes dropped down my body and then up to my forehead. Tyrone reached up and brushed his fingers over the purple bruise.

"What happened?"

"I ran into a branch," I muttered.

"What were you doing running around like that?" He brushed my cheek with his fingertips. "You could've gotten seriously hurt Sin."

"I'm fine!" I yelled. "You're a bad friend and Bella is a bad wife! How could you do that to Michel?"

My mouth snapped shut when his eyes narrowed. He gripped my chin and forced my eyes up to his. My breath got caught in my throat when he took a step forward.

"Were you spying on us little girl?" I shook my head. "It's rude to watch others."

"I saw through the window," I whispered.

"Then you should've turned and walked away." He paused. "How much did you see?"

My lips began to quiver. "You were kissing her," I whispered.

His hand dropped from my chin. Tyrone gripped my arm and turned, tugging me along behind him. I twisted my arm, trying to free my wrist from his hold. We entered the stables. Tyrone stepped into an empty stall and turned.

"Naughty girls like you deserve punishment."

Punishment. Fear washed through me. He must've seen something in my eyes. His hold loosened. Tyrone cupped my cheek and leaned down slightly.

"You're shaking," he muttered.

"Don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You said you're going to punish me."

He smiled. "I'm going to spank you. You deserve a spanking for spying on us."

"I didn't mean to."

"So, you don't think you deserve a spanking?"

I shook my head.

"I think you need one," he muttered.

"I'm sorry."

"How would you feel if someone watched you? If you were doing something private and they spied on you?"

"I wouldn't like it." I hugged the sketchbook tighter to my chest. "Is it going to hurt?"

His lips tilted upwards. "It's supposed to hurt sweetheart. If it didn't hurt, then it wouldn't be a punishment."

I knew what I did was wrong. I had invaded their privacy.

My eyes dropped to his hands. They were big. It would hurt, but something about the thought of him spanking me, was appealing. An image of his hands trailing up Bella's side and to her breasts, filled my mind. That pulse started beating between my legs again. I pressed my thighs together.

"O-okay," I whispered.

"Okay?"

I nodded.

"Give me those."

He reached for the book and pencil. I shook my head and turned away from his reaching hand. If he took it, he might look, and I didn't want him to see the pictures I drew of them. Of him and Bella and then those of only Bella. Fear washed through me. If he saw them my punishment would hurt more. He would be angry at me.

"Sin—"

"I'm sorry!" I pushed him away and ran.

I kept running even when I heard him call my name. I kept running even after I reached the house. It would be the first place he'd look for me. I was panting by the time I reached the beach. I sank to my knees on the sand and tried to catch my breath. Guilt ate at me.

"Are you okay?"

I gasped, stumbling back to my feet. My wide eyes fell on Bella as she walked closer. Her hair was dripping with water. My eyes dropped to the strange underwear she was wearing.

"It's a bikini," she said softly, giving me a small smile. "Come on."

Bella took my hand and led me further up the beach. I couldn't stop staring at her body. She stopped next to a towel and sat down. Patting the spot next to her, she smiled at me again.

I hesitated.

"I don't bite Sin."

I felt awkward sitting next to her while she was half naked. It had everything to do with the fact that I might be attracted to her.

"Why were you running?" she asked softly. "Was someone chasing you?"

"Tyrone wanted to spank me."

Her eyes widened. "Why?"

I looked down at my lap. Bella placed her hand on my arm which made my eyes snap up to hers. With her other hand, she reached for my sketchbook. I hesitated and then allowed her to take it.

She studied each drawing carefully before moving to the next one. When she reached the last drawing, I was working on before Tyrone interrupted me, she glanced at me.

"I saw you at the window," Bella said softly. "You were drawing me."

I nodded. No use lying now. Leaning forward, I flipped the pages to the back of the book. Bella gasped, but there was a smile playing around her lips. She looked at every drawing but stopped at the ones I drew of her.

"You make me look sexy," she muttered.

"You are." I blushed when her eyes snapped up to mine. "Sorry."

"You really think I'm sexy?"

I looked away from her.

"I think you are too," she whispered

That made me look at her again. Bella was tracing the pencil lines with a shaky hand.

"I'm not," I whispered. "I'm too thin and—"

"You are thin, but you have a great body and amazing eyes."

"I like your eyes."

She smiled and then glanced back down. "Do you like Ty?"

I opened my mouth to answer her, but then changed my mind. "Why are you cheating on Michel?"

She laughed. "I'm not cheating. Michel knows I'm here. He stayed with us last night too and left for work early this morning."

"I don't understand."

"Michel and I are legally married. We share." Bella made a gesture with her hand. "Give me your pencil."

I handed it over with a frown. She scribbled a word on the back of the page and then handed the book and pencil back to me. My frown deepened. Bella placed her hand on my arm again.

"Search it up. Once you've done that and you have more questions, just ask me."

My eyes darted down the word again.

***

Polyamory.

I reread the words on the screen again. All three of them together. I thought back to the day we ate dinner at their house. The glances they shared. It explained why Tyrone and Bella kissed at the hospital, and then the way she kissed Michel.

I went through the photos too and then exit the site. Locking my phone, I dropped back on the bed. How would a relationship like that work? Wouldn't they get jealous of each other?

I added Michel to the memories I had of Bella and Tyrone. Both of them kissing Bella. Her moans filling the room as she squirmed on the bed between them.

I pressed my legs together, but it didn't make the ache go away. It only made the pulse beat harder. I whimpered. The images kept repeating over and over. It was an unfamiliar feeling that filled me. I sat up and grabbed the pillow. Straddling it, I pulled my dress out from under me and started grinding against the pillow.

The pleasure was instant, something that made me gasp and grind down harder. I exploded with a shuddering gasp and collapsed on my stomach. Even after I had caught my breath, I didn't move. The guilt came next. Why I felt like that I had no idea.

I closed my eyes, but they snapped open almost immediately when I realized something. Horror washed through me. Reaching for my phone, I stared down at the screen. I hadn't locked the screen when I dropped it on the bed. I must've pressed some buttons when I...

"Oh god."

I quickly ended the call and buried my face into the pillow in mortification. He heard me. I groaned. What will he think of me now?