Author: Roni Loren
They reached the cabin, and Reid released her to insert his key into the door. Jace let her step in front of him and before the door had even clicked shut, Reid yanked her against his solid chest, and Jace closed in behind her, pressing his heat against her back. She had no time to question, think, or second-guess. A fact for which she was grateful.
Reid’s lips sought hers, and Jace’s mouth feasted on her neck and shoulders. Being sandwiched between the two virile men sent all sentimental feelings draining out of her and desire fired up anew. Dual erections brushed her front and back, and she ground against them.
Reid broke from the kiss, his breaths ragged, his cool control fraying. “You’ve got too much fucking clothes on. Fix that, LeBreck.”
“But leave the boots on,” Jace added, a smile in his voice.
Reid stepped back and Jace joined him in front of her. Both crossed their arms over their chests, waiting, watching. The low lamplight in the room played off the angles in their faces, casting them in shadows, making the two of them look even more foreboding. She hugged herself, rubbing a chill off her arms. “Aren’t y’all going to undress, too?”
The corner of Reid’s mouth lifted. “All in good time, sugar. In fact, maybe we’ll let you do that for us.”
Her gaze traced over them—the two friends a study in contrast—dark and light, intense and carefree. But all nice to look at. She looked forward to unwrapping each one of them to see what lay beneath their clothes.
With shaking hands, she made quick work of unlacing her top and shimmying out of her leather skirt. Her panties hadn’t made it back on—they were probably tucked in some cushion of the couch in the club. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes and stood their stark naked before them, save for the boots. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, lifting them first to cross over her, then dropping them at her sides.
Jace’s hungry look slid shamelessly over her, and Reid’s fingers flexed as if he were having a hard time not reaching out to touch her. Reid took her hand and pulled her closer to them. “God, you’re beautiful. Even better than I remember.”
She knew he had to say something like that so she would feel confident enough to stand there and not dash to cover up. But for some reason, she believed he wasn’t feeding her a line. Her cheeks warmed and she lowered her eyes. “Thanks, Reid. I, uh, I mean, sir.”
He put his finger beneath her chin and tilted her face toward him. “No, it’s okay. I like the sound of my name on your lips. Feel free to scream it later.”
A small smile fought to show itself—some things hadn’t changed. The more turned-on he got, the cockier he became. Somehow she found that little glimpse of the boy she used to know comforting. He ticked his head in Jace’s direction. “Why don’t you get us out of these clothes, sugar. It’s getting a little warm in here.”
She turned to Jace, who gave her a quick wink. “Go for it, doll.”
She lifted her hands and worked down his white shirt, unbuttoning it until the material gaped open. He helped her work the shirt off, revealing smooth, golden skin stretched over lean muscles. An intricate tribal tattoo covered his left shoulder, snaking down his upper arm. She traced her fingers along the design and let her eyes indulge in him for a moment.
Reid chuckled from behind her. “Don’t stare too long, Brynn. He’ll start preening.”
Jace showed Reid the backside of his middle finger, but amusement lit his green eyes. “She can look… and touch whatever she likes.”
Brynn bit her lip and spun to face Reid. He’d already unbuttoned his own shirt, so she slid her palms along his broad shoulders and pushed it the rest of the way off. If Jace had the body of a swimmer, Reid was the football player. Strong and solid, arms that could envelop her and block out all thoughts of the outside world.
She walked her fingers down his chest and the planes of his flat stomach until she reached the smattering of dark hair trailing down to his belt. Remembering what lay beneath sent a little shudder of anticipation through her. She’d never admit it to Reid—she’d rather have bamboo shoved beneath her fingernails—but the sex she’d had with him all those years ago had never been topped. Even when they were that young, the guy knew how to wring out every ounce of pleasure from her.
His hands rubbed the goose bumps from her arms, and she moved to his belt buckle. Metal scraped metal as she unfastened it and crouched to ease his pants to the floor, leaving her eye level with the bulge in his boxer briefs. Forgetting that she was supposed to ask for permission, she reached out and stroked him through the soft cotton. He groaned and ran a hand over her hair.
The rustling of Jace getting out his pants sounded behind her, but she kept her eyes on Reid’s face while she slipped his cock free of the material. Her fist wrapped around him. Mmm, suede over steel. As if on instinct, she moved to her knees, the need to taste him coursing through her. She swirled her tongue over the smooth tip, tasting the salt on his skin and the bit of fluid that glistened there.
He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. “You’re breaking the rules, sugar, but fuck if I can bring myself to stop you.”
Jace tugged at her collar from behind, pulling her lips away from Reid. “Let me help with that, bro. This will be much more comfortable in the bedroom. And I promise we’ll keep that lovely mouth of hers full.”
Jace stepped in front of her—his own impressive erection jutting out proudly—and in one smooth motion, lifted her up and settled her face down over his shoulder. A sharp smack to her ass made her jump. “That’s for not having patience, doll. Now you’ve gone and made Reid so hot, he may not be nice enough to wait for you to get off again before we fuck you.”
To her horror, a whimper of need slipped out of her. Where the hell had her pride gone? She should tell them to go screw themselves, that she’d be just fine without their help. But the throbbing between her legs didn’t believe it. No, her whole body ached for a release that she knew only they could give her. “I’m sorry.”
Jace carried her to the bedroom, and Reid’s footsteps followed behind. Jace dumped her onto the bed without ceremony, and her eyes widened at the erotic overload of seeing both men standing before her—naked and undeniably turned on. Reid nodded at the wall behind her. “Help me bind her. Facedown. I want that pretty ass in the air.”
A ripple of anxiety quivered through her, but she turned to lie on her stomach. She could do this; she would do this. Her rapist, whoever that bastard was, would not continue to hold her hostage. Panic wouldn’t kill her. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on keeping her breathing even. This is not against my will. I want this—want them. I can stop at any time.
Chains clinked and supple leather wrapped around each of her wrists. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Breathe. Each man yanked a bit at the bindings to make sure the cuffs were secure.
“Lift your head,” Reid instructed.
When she did, he moved toward her with a satin mask. She reared back, rattling the metal chains connecting her to the wall and shaking her head. “No. No blindfold. Please.”
Reid frowned, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at her. The fear must’ve been apparent on her face because instead of pushing the issue or telling her she wasn’t in charge, he nodded and set the mask on the side table. “On your knees, LeBreck. Eyes closed.”
With a sigh of relief, she drew her knees beneath her and laid her cheek against the cool comforter. The sound of drawers being opened and rummaged through filled her ears. She hadn’t had time to explore the contents of the dresser when she was in the room before, but she suspected it wasn’t filled with socks and
T-shirts.
“I saw her eyeing this one in my store,” Jace said. “It may make her think twice about disobeying us again.”
A loud thwack echoed through the quiet room as the leather strips of the flogger striped across her ass. She bucked against the impact, but didn’t have time to catch her breath before another blow rained down on her. Her teeth bit into her lip as she waited for the stinging pain to morph into the burn of pleasure.
The bed dipped and Reid’s familiar scent moved over her while Jace continued punishing her rear and the backs of her thighs. She moaned as a hot palm slid along her belly.
“Jace is a fucking master with a flogger, but I know you like a little pain, don’t you, Brynn?” His fingers parted her folds and buried inside her needy channel. Her body clenched around him, aching for more. She spread her knees wider and the tails of Jace’s flogger flirted with the crack of her ass. “Oh, yeah, you’re loving it, aren’t you?”
Reid pulled his hand back, and she writhed in protest. The strips of leather smacked her pussy and she cried out—the crazy pain/pleasure combination nearly sending her into instant orgasm.
“Fuck,” Jace said, his voice strained. “I’m usually good at this whole patience thing, but she’s killing me. I’ve been waiting a goddamned decade to share her with you.”
Reid rose from the bed and smoothed a hand over her burning ass. The crackle of a condom wrapper was the best sound she’d heard all day.
A finger tapped her cheek. “Open your eyes and let me under you, doll.”
She cracked her eyes open to find Jace fisting his cock and staring at her with a hooded gaze. She rose on her elbows and let him settle against the headboard. Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick erection—the tip glossy. Reid’s deep voice rumbled from behind her. “Suck his cock, Brynn. You don’t get to come until we do.”
She leaned forward and took Jace into her mouth, pressing her tongue along the vein on the base of his shaft and earning a shudder of pleasure from him. “Holy shit. She may not have to wait long.”
As she worked her tongue and mouth on Jace, Reid grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her slick entrance. She canted her body toward him, silently begging. If he didn’t get inside her in the next three seconds, she might drop the sub protocol and start yelling at him. Reid plunged forward, filling and stretching her, and she moaned against Jace.
Reid begin to pump forward at a steady pace, but Jace, way past slow and easy, grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth—all the while showering her with deliciously dirty endearments. Reid soon sped up to match Jace’s rhythm, and Brynn could do nothing but ride the freight train with them—pushing them all toward mutual oblivion. Knowing she was driving both men to abandon, making the always-in-control alphas lose their shit, only served to ratchet up the intensity of her oncoming release more.
Her insides melted around Reid, the familiar feel of him almost too much bear. As he continued to rock into her, he reached around to tease her clit, sending contagious need to every molecule in her body. She sucked in deep breaths through her nose, trying to hold off on her orgasm until he gave her the go ahead.
Jace’s grip tightened against her scalp and he pushed deeper, forcing her to relax her throat. His cock seemed to swell thicker, and with one last strangled growl, hot fluid splashed onto her tongue as he found his release.
“Goddamn,” Reid said, increasing his tempo and strumming his fingers along her clit with new urgency. “You look so fucking hot sucking him dry.”
Jace scooted back, caressing her hair as she rested her cheek against his thigh, and Reid continued to thrust into her with abandon. Lava flowed through her veins, ready to burst free and send her into the ether.
Reid’s hand moved from her hip to her sweat-glazed tailbone, then down to the dimple above her buttocks. “Hmm, should I let you come or should I take you here first?”
His finger slid down the crack of her ass and teased her forbidden opening. Horror twined with the physical pleasure of the stimulation. No, not that. She couldn’t handle that. She shook her head, but her voice had left her. The moistened tip of his finger pushed against her muscles and slipped in. Tears pricked her eyes and her breathing turned short and choppy. Her body wanted it, loved the sensation, but her mind had gone on red alert.
