LITMIR.BIZ

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at Grant and quickly shifted her eyes downward when she saw the owner’s gaze hadn’t left them. She tilted her head toward Reid’s ear. “Is everything okay? Did Grant say something?”

      He pulled her tighter against him. “Everything’s fine, sugar. He said you were a born sub. Doesn’t suspect anything.”

      Her shoulders drooped in relief. Guess she’d been convincing. Not that she’d had to act. Reid and Jace had brought her past the edge of conscious control. Never had she felt so purely carnal, so worshipped and desired. And there was more to come.

      Her knees wobbled at the thought. She’d managed to avoid a panic attack so far, but she feared the boys weren’t going to leave the toys in the cabin unused. If she could stay focused on the pleasure, on the fact that these two men wouldn’t harm her, maybe she could get past the whole thing altogether. Conquer the panic, the flashbacks, the nightmares.

      The three of them walked in silence through the quiet night. Without the pounding music and flashing lights, their triad suddenly seemed all the more intimate—Reid with his arm around her, Jace on the other side, clasping her hand. A little current of warmth, having nothing to do with sex, moved through her. She bit her lip. Stop it. This wasn’t real. This was an act—a means to an end. When the sun rose three days from now, life would go back to normal. She couldn’t let herself forget that.

      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

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