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  Then Julian pressed Colin’s chin toward him and claimed his mouth in a blunt declaration of carnal ownership.

  That’s when I’d started to feel the resurgence of tingly arousal.

  As if he had some kind of hotline to my hormones, Julian grinned at me when he gave Colin a final lick and pulled away. “I think you’d better take Rachel to bed now, Colin. She looks lonely.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Colin replied in a drowsy tone. A chuckling Dirk had helped him off Julian’s lap, and he and Vince had half-carried him to my room while I gave Julian the soft kiss goodnight he’d asked for with a crooking finger and a pucker.

  Then I’d wandered to my room, completely bemused and only vaguely aware that I was totally naked.

  Colin finally opened his eyes and smiled. “Rachel.”

  I smiled back. “Colin.”

  He sighed and cupped my cheek. “Jesus, I’ve missed you so much.”

  I blinked. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  He pulled down and gave me the long, leisurely tongue kiss I’d dreamed about long after he vanished from my life. Colin kissed like he had all the time in the world for it, like kissing was all there was, and I’d adored it. He was such a bad boy, and yet such an attentive kisser. Maybe that’s why so many women were attracted to bad boys—they were the only ones who really knew how to kiss.

  And Colin was a bad boy, at least in my mind, and I’d thought so long before we were lovers. He’d acted like he was exempt from the rules that governed the rest of us, always so full of pent-up energy he seemed like a bomb about to go off. He was constantly cutting in line at the cafeteria, not paying for fruit he grabbed on his way out, showing up late for rotations and usually looking as though he’d just come off a hard night’s drinking, telling his patients and their families to ignore visitation hours, bringing in fast food for diet-restricted patients…

  He got away with it all because he was so brilliant and charming and Dr. Kilmartin’s prize resident. His brazenness pissed me off on an almost hourly basis, but I just bit my tongue and waited for him to finally get what was coming to him.

  Then one day he’d turned those devastating eyes blue on me and asked me out. Taking my wide-eyed shock as acceptance, he’d dragged me to his beat-up old Camaro, picked up a pizza he’d already ordered at a drive-through window, rolled two stop signs on the way to my apartment, and gotten me under him in my bed, graying out from multiple orgasms, that very evening.

  Bad, bad boy, Colin Carter was.

  As if to prove it, he pushed his sweats down and kicked them off without breaking lip contact. He pulled me over him with a sigh and I spread my thighs around his hips, rocking eagerly as the kiss heated up.

  Breaking away, he breathed, “Ride me, Rachel.”

  I sat up. “Really?”

  “Why do you keep asking that?” he asked. “Of course, really.”

  “Well you never let me be on top when we were together before.”

  “I was always too impatient,” he said with a sleepy-eyed smile, molding my breasts with his hands. “That’s why Julian turned my gonads inside out earlier, so I could take my time and do more then bend you over the bed and fuck you brainless.”

  Hot lust erupted in my belly. “I never minded.”

  “And I loved that about you, trust me,” he murmured. “Now back up and get on my cock, slave. I feel like letting you do all the work for a change.”

  I complied without hesitation and nearly cried with happiness as my swollen, tender opening spread to accept his lovely cock. “Oh, God!”

  His stomach jumped with a low laugh. “No, it’s just me. Are you all right?” He asked, searching my face avidly. “Is this too much tonight?”

  “Mmm, no, I’m good. It feels…really good.” But I appreciated his asking. There was a time he wouldn’t have.

  He stroked my nipples with his thumbs. “You missed me too, didn’t you, Rachel?”

  Looking down at him through my lashes, I said, “Maybe.”

  “Admit it or I’ll get on top and make you.”

  “Okay, I missed you.” I let my hands slide up his furry chest. “A lot.”

  Tears spurted down my cheeks before I even knew they were coming. Horrified, I tried to turn away, but his hold on my breasts tightened and I gasped as the tears ran faster. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

  Colin slid a hand up behind my neck and pulled me down, hugging me. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s normal to experience sub-drop after an intense scene, and it was your first time. I’d be surprised if you didn’t drop at least a little. Just relax and let me hold you.”

  “Okay,” I choked.

  I lay there, breathing deeply and dripping tears on his shoulder for a long while, comforted by his hand sweeping slowly over my back. Why wasn’t he this nice five years ago? On second thought, it was probably a good thing he wasn’t, otherwise I’d have been completely in love with him, instead of just a little bit in love and a lot wary of him. That would have made his vanishing act hurt a lot more.

  Of course, if he’d been nicer, he might not have pulled the vanishing act in the first place.

  I sighed, licking a tear off his skin. Then I noticed that his erection, still firmly buried inside me, hadn’t flagged in the least and giggled.

  “What?” he demanded suspiciously.

  I giggled again. “You’re—” Yet another giggle erupted. “You’re still hard!”

  He chuckled. “Well yeah. I’m not done yet.”

  “Aren’t a woman’s tears supposed to be the biggest boner-killer ever?”

  “Only if a guy’s a pussy,” he snorted. “Trust me, it would take a lot more than a little salt water to kill this boner. So are you going to ride me or do I get to be on top now?”

  I pushed up immediately. “I’m riding.”

  “Then get busy, slave.”

  Colin let me ride him to the breathless end, but true to form, he managed to get a finger deep into my butt with just the secretions from my body. I think it was still there when I fell asleep.

  * * * * *

  The next morning I woke before sunrise without a trace of new-place disorientation. Colin was still sawing logs behind me, and I snuggled back into his fragrant warmth, wide-eyed with wonder.

  Last night had happened. After all these years of waiting and wishing, I’d been thoroughly mastered by the larger-than-life man of my dreams, and then crawled into bed with the only other man who’d ever really meant anything to me. And the two of them were engaged in their own D/s relationship.

  It was like a neon triangle that had only been lit on two sides and the third had finally flared to life last night, creating a radiantly complete shape.

  What kind of triangle it was, I couldn’t say. Ideally it would be isosceles, with three equal sides, but at the moment it felt more scalene, with the longest, brightest line connecting Julian and Colin, and the shortest and most tentative connection between Julian and me.

  This line between Colin and me, though—it just felt right, as if we’d only been apart for days instead of years. As if we’d always been together and always would be.

  It occurred to me that I still loved Colin, and more than just a little. I loved him. Madly.

  My feelings about Julian were less clear, which made me almost glad he hadn’t joined us in bed last night. But I was so glad I’d waited to experience dominance and submission with him first. He was everything I’d ever hoped for times a thousand.

  It scared me now to remember how close I’d come to giving my submission to someone else.

  Almost two years ago, when the need to know had grown too difficult to ignore, I’d begun researching and exploring the lifestyle online and met Master Rod in a BDSM chat room. He was just the right mix of inquisitive, funny, protective and masterful, and when we started Skyping—without video, at first—I’d discovered he had a British accent, which I’d received as almost a sign from God. He was as close as I was going to get to J
ulian without actually having Julian.

  Then we’d added video, and the long brown hair trailing around his shoulders had kind of spoiled the effect. I’d told myself to snap out of it—he wasn’t Julian and it wouldn’t be fair to either of us to pretend he was. I’d gradually succumbed to his encouragement and begun doing things—sexual things, out of sight of the webcam—that would have curled my mother’s hair, and when we finally agreed to meet, I thought I was ready. I met him at the airport when he flew in from a business meeting in New York and was giddy with excitement and nerves when he took me out for a very nice dinner.

  Then he took me to a private BDSM club, where had had some kind of reciprocal membership with a London club. He offered to show me around, let me watch others scening on the main floor, but I was too impatient. I’d watched plenty of scenes online—now I wanted to be the one scening.

  Sensitive to my newness, he’d taken me to a private room—private being a relative term, since there was no door. Once there, he’d shown me a flogger and described what he intended to do, then told me to undress. As I did, an overpowering sense of wrongness had gripped me. I told myself it was just cold feet, like those most every bride got right before she married her Mr. Right, and forced myself to let him cuff me to a cross, facing him.

  When he straightened, he took one look at my face and said, “You don’t have to do this, little Rae. I won’t be angry.”

  I’d burst into tears and he immediately unhooked me, dragging me to an easy chair on the dark periphery of the main room and holding me while I sobbed out my longing for a man who didn’t even know I was alive and never would. I apologized profusely, feeling like a complete idiot, but he just shushed me, rubbing my back and saying he felt privileged to have met me, that he was envious and that any Dom would be thrilled to hold the heart of such a devoted sub. His presence was so strong and comforting, it didn’t even dawn on me until we stood up to leave that I was stark naked in a semi-public place.

  When the taxi dropped me off at my apartment, he’d walked me to the door and told me not to give up on my dreams, that life had a way of giving us what we wanted when we least expected it.

  But keeping the faith had seemed impossible—not to mention pointless—and after that night I’d basically given up on my need for submission, just packed it away like a bride who was left at the altar packs away her wedding dress.

  Since then, my world had been a little bit grayer, a little bit more stressful.

  But the minute I opened my door to Colin, color had begun to bleed back in, and now the world seemed positively vibrant. I was so happy, I wanted to hop out of bed naked, break out my guitar and dash off a silly little love song about it.

  It was too cold for that, so I just laid there in the waxing dawn and basked in the feeling of being in Colin’s arms again.

  When he woke with an impressive erection, I turned around before he could slide it into the nearest available opening and put my hand on his chest. “So what was the bet?”

  Tucking his arm under his head, he gave me a heavy-lidded look. “What bet?”

  “Last night. Julian said you were paying some kind of forfeit because you’d lost a bet.”

  “Oh, that bet. Before you arrived, I bet that you’d read your contracts word for word before signing them and knew what you were getting into. He bet you hadn’t.” He cupped my face, stroking my lips with his thumb as he eyed me with a rueful grin. “You picked a hell of a time to start breaking the rules, Rachel McBride.”

  “I’m sorry. And the forfeit?”

  “He got to fuck you first, and I got to come down my leg when all I wanted was to come in you.”

  Wow, I’d never been the stakes in a bet before—at least not that I knew of. “What if you won?”

  “He’d have fucked you first and I wouldn’t have had to come down my leg before I came in you.”

  “So Julian wouldn’t have had to pay any kind of forfeit?”

  Colin smiled. “Nope. Besides, he hoped he was wrong, so either way he’d come out the winner.”

  “That hardly seems fair.”

  “He’s the Dom, Rachel.”

  The words thrilled me, especially knowing Julian was the Dom of both of us.

  “Let me make it up to you.” Pushed him to his back, I threw back the covers, intent on relearning all the intimate things I’d once known about his body. I started licking and sucking at his earlobes and worked my way down his neck to his cute little nipples.

  By the time I reached his eager cock, he was already groaning so I grasped the root and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it sensuously.

  He hissed with pleasure. “God, yes! I’ve missed that.”

  Almost teary-eyed, I pulled off him and whispered, “Me, too.”

  I started to go back down and paused, tipping my head to the side. It looked like he had a tattoo around his cock, just under the head. Like a tiny armband, only a…cockband? Two solid lines of black ink enclosed block letters, and I maneuvered him around until I could read them all.

  PROPERTY OF RACHEL, it declared.

  I looked up with wide eyes to find him smirking at me. “If you want to know about that, you’ll have to ask Julian.”

  Then he pounced, rolling me to my stomach and sitting on my hips. He took my hands and wrapped them around the corner bedpost. “Stay. I mean it. Don’t move or I’ll punish you.”

  “Okay,” I breathed into the sheet, my heartbeat picking up speed in my throat.

  He got off me and climbed down off the bed, then I heard a sliding noise, a grunt and a big thump. “What the hell have you got in there, a set of encyclopedias?”

  Ah, my luggage. “Two years’ worth of clothes.”

  “Like you’ll be needing those,” he murmured. Was he digging in my cedar chest? I hadn’t even thought to open it, assuming it contained blankets and pillows like most cedar chests.

  Colin appeared beside the bed with a set of neoprene cuffs, which was what I got for assuming. He looped it around the bedpost and wrapped my wrists. Then he dug in the bottom drawer of the nightstand and came up with a realistic-looking dildo of average proportions.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I asked warily as he drizzled it with lube from the top drawer.

  He grinned. “I’ll give you two guesses.”

  Over my half-hearted protests, he climbed between my legs and slid it into my vagina, which was still slick from last night’s activities. When he lubed up his rigid cock, nudged my knees wider and pushed himself into my butt, I squealed with something close to pain…but not quite. He stretched out on my back with a satisfied groan, squashing me into the mattress.

  “Oh, Rachel, that’s so fucking good,” he groaned.

  Sliding both hands under me, he forced the dildo deeper with one while the other fingered my clit. The whole time, his hips maintained a slow, even pumping, sliding his cock into my rectum without apology.

  “You are such a dirty girl, Rachel McBride,” he breathed without pausing. “You like having two cocks fuck you at once, don’t you?”

  “It hurts,” I said in a small voice, feeling very naughty because it didn’t really hurt that much. It just felt thick and full and deliciously depraved. My imagination ran amok with forbidden possibilities.

  “Get used to it,” he ordered. “We’re going to do this to you, and unless we hear a safe word, neither of us will stop.”

  My mind sank like a stone tossed into deep water, and safe-wording was never an option, even when he thrust deeper and harder. Instead, I came violently, shuddering and shouting into the sheet, twisting against the cuffs.

  Before I’d recovered my wits, he pulled out and yanked my hips up. Shoving a pillow under them, he clamped my thighs together with his. Then he braced himself over my back and fucked me feverishly, moaning and panting like he was about to break apart, dripping sweat, and possibly saliva, all over my spine.

  Though his utter abandon thrilled me, it hurt my st
retched, stinging anus and made me ache deep inside. And yet even the pain was an insane turn-on. Every hard thrust nudged the dildo into places that stripped away my restraint, too, and I screamed when the wicked rush of sensation pounded through me again.

  Sucked away into nirvana, I was only vaguely aware of Colin’s shouts as he bucked and emptied inside me.

  “God, I love your ass,” he gasped in my ear, sprawled out on top of me, still shuddering and jerking inside me. “I’m going to fuck it every single day, Rachel. Some days more than once.”

  I blinked and wheezed, and he finally rolled off.

  “Won’t Julian have something to say about that?” I asked as he yanked open one of the cuffs.

  “We have a deal.”

  Relieved to be free, I pulled my arms down and undid the other cuff, tossing it on the floor. “Oh yeah? What kind of deal?”

  I plucked out the dildo still lodged inside me and looked around self-consciously. Before I could decide what to do with the thing, Colin shot me a wicked look and took it. I couldn’t hold back a groan of shocked arousal when he took the head into his mouth and made brazen love to it with his lips and tongue.

  “Jesus, Colin,” I breathed, imagining it was Julian he was doing that to. “That’s…unbelievably hot.”

  Smiling, he withdrew it with a noisy suck goodbye and dropped it on the sheet between us, propping his head on his fist. “Your ass is mine.”

  Lost in a fog of lust, I blinked at him. “What?”

  “That’s the deal. Your ass is mine, at least to fuck, anyway.” He reached out to tweak my breast. “I’m sure Julian will do plenty of other nasty things to it when the mood takes him.”

  I scowled. “What is the deal with guys and butts?”

  “Not butts, Rachel. Your butt. And your resistance makes it all the more appealing, so just keep fussing. We’ll never leave it alone.”

  “Now there’s a catch-22,” I said breathlessly as the wonderful sinking feeling washed over me again.

  “Welcome to our world, Rachel McBride.”