by Rhea Regale
“We are, of course,” Colt snickered. “Two of the five on this team don’t lose. Ever.”
Rylan grinned and shook his head. His phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He dug it out, glanced at the screen, and connected the call.
“I have a very merry Christmas gift for you, Sheriff,” Martha said.
“A renewal of the pain in my ass?” he asked.
“That’s a given. No, I received a call from a neighbor that there’s some suspicious activity up by your house. Want me to send a car up?”
Rylan pinched his forehead. “You serious?”
“As the sun losin’ against Jack Frost this winter.”
“No. I’ll see to it.” Rylan scowled as he ended the call and shoved the phone in his pocket. Colt eyed him curiously. Jackson tapped the side of his cup. “I’ll be back. Someone called in suspicious activity at the house.”
“Interestin’.” Colt smirked and turned back to the approaching snowmobiles coming in neck-to-neck. Jackson left him no time to ponder the unusual reaction from Colt.
“I’ll come with you. Keep you company,” Jackson said, hooking his arm around Rylan’s and starting toward Rylan’s truck.
“I’d normally object, but as long as you stay in the truck, you can come.”
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
Rylan hurried to his house, trying to preoccupy his time with small talk, careful to keep the topic of Brianna at a minimum. Having his closest friend with him for Christmas was a treat, but it also left an aching hole in his heart to know Brianna wasn’t with them.
He pulled up in front of his house and did a quick assessment from behind the wheel. There were no other vehicles aside from his cruiser. No windows were open or broken from the front. The door remained closed.
“Stay here,” Rylan said, climbing out of the truck. He released his revolver from his hip holster as he crept up the porch stairs and approached the front door. He peeked in through the windows first, searching for any telltale signs of an intruder. Nothing was disturbed.
“You sure you don’t want me to back you up?” Jackson called from the side of the truck. Rylan groaned and rolled his eyes skyward.
“There goes my cover,” he muttered, jerking around. He gave a sharp wave of his hand, directing Jackson back to the truck. “Stay. Put.”
Jackson nodded, shuffling back to the open door. Rylan tested the doorknob. It didn’t open. He tried again. Locked. He dug out his keys and unlocked the door. Slowly, he nudged the door open, keeping his gun at an angle toward the ground as he observed for any movement.
Nothing stood out in the living room or the entry foyer. He glanced to his right. No sign of movement in the dining room. The stairs were empty, no signs of movement coming from the short balcony leading to the hallway.
As he began to turn his focus on the ground floor, he caught the subtle closure of his bedroom door. Adrenaline blossomed, shocking his heart into a top-notch pace. He lifted his gun. The faintest shadow fluttered along the hallway wall.
Rylan hovered close to the wall as he climbed the stairs, watching for the intruder to emerge. He reached the second floor and crept up to the door, listening for footsteps or rummaging. When nothing tipped him off to the position of the intruder in the room, he reached forward and eased the door open with the tips of his fingers.
Scraps of white dotted the plush, black area rug at the foot of his bed. He narrowed his eyes. Rose petals?
Suddenly, the scent of Brianna’s perfume struck him, sending his mind into a spiral dive.
Keeping the barrel of his revolver pointed to the floor, he leaned into the room far enough to see the object of his affection lying on her back, head toward the foot of the bed, in the center of his black comforter, surrounded by white rose petals. One sheer black stocking-clad leg crossed over her bent knee, bouncing up and down. Thin straps of satin attached those thigh highs to a black-and-red garter decorated with pretty red bows. A black-and-red lace-and-satin corset hugged her body and enhanced her breasts.
Rylan pulled back into the hallway and disengaged his revolver. His heart went from turbo to flutter in record time. Each breath he sucked in left him dizzy. All of his blood dropped into his dick, straining the zipper of his jeans.
Steadying his nerves and swallowing his excitement, Rylan licked his lips and stepped into the room.
“I didn’t sneak up on a man with a gun, Sheriff. A man with a gun is sneakin’ up on me.”
The sensual, fluid sound of her voice rendered him speechless. Brianna was here, lying in his bed, examining her painted nails, and dripping sexual energy. The little sunlight that seeped through the closed curtains flashed off a metal object around one wrist. Only when she turned that hand to give those nails a look did he see it was no bracelet. The woman had locked one of his handcuffs around her bare wrist. The quiet implication shot up his anticipation.
He placed the revolver on the dresser and turned his full attention on the vixen lying in his bed. God’s gift to him in the form of untainted temptation.
She tipped her head to look at him. Her back arched off the bed, the corset accentuating every fine curve of her body. Her breasts strained against the fabric, and he had a perfect view of those luscious mounds against the ribbed clothing.
“I’m no danger to you,” she purred.
He gripped the edge of the dresser to hold himself back. She had a way of stripping away his decency, and right now, it was disappearing at record speed. She stoked every carnal instinct to life.
“More like a lethal addiction,” Rylan said against the strain in his throat.
Brianna smiled, her glossy lips shimmering. Slowly, she rolled onto her belly and propped herself up on her elbows. Rylan swallowed back a growl, loving how her thick waves draped over her shoulder and her cheeks turned a light shade of rose. She bent her knees and crossed her ankles behind her, drawing his attention to her lithe legs after a stroll over her round ass barely covered by a pair of lacy panties. A pair of shiny black stilettos covered her feet. They sure as hell weren’t every day walking heels. Those shoes screamed sex, and he was biting the bait without a second thought.
She lifted the empty cuff with a single finger and gave the chain a playful twist. Her eyes were layered with desire, darkening them to a stunning dark violet. His fingers tightened more, the fierce throb in his cock echoing in his ears.
From the corner of his eye, he caught Jackson climbing the stairs.
“Wasn’t it nice of Summer to give all these beautiful rose petals to me?” Brianna picked one petal off the black comforter and brushed it under her nose. Those thick lashes fluttered and she smiled. “She told me once all you need to do is smell a rose and it helps clear your head. Can’t agree with her more, but lyin’ among rose petals does far more than clearin’ one’s head.” Her gaze lowered to his pants. “Can fill it up, can’t it?”
“You’re dyin’ to find out, aren’t you?” Rylan asked, peeling off his coat. He’d become hot and uncomfortable in all these bothersome clothes. To tear every item away would leave him far more at ease, but he was thoroughly enjoying this erotic prelude.
Jackson stepped into the room and tossed his coat into the corner. He didn’t pause until he had reached the side of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked from his jeans. Rylan approached the woman who demanded his sole attention as she pressed back, lifting herself up onto her knees.
“I’m dyin’ to be at the mercy of my two men.” Brianna held out her hands, the loose cuff dangling from her narrow wrist. Jackson slid out of his shirt and dipped his head to her shoulder, kissing her bare skin. His dark eyes gauged Rylan’s response with each kiss, taunting the primitive need that clawed to come out.
“You’re holdin’ back, friend,” Jackson murmured.
Rylan stepped up to the bed. He was holding back. The urgency to claim what was his, what had returned to him, left him teetering on the brink of control. He was losing his battle, fast.
Her full lips
pursed, the corners of her mouth curling enough to imply her subtle challenge. “Cuff me, Sheriff. Show me what you’ve been thinkin’ about since I’ve left.”
Rylan chuckled. “That, sweetheart, is a very dangerous proposition.”
“That’s what I’m hopin’ for.”
Rylan peeled off his shirt and climbed over to her on his knees. The ache in his cock, the throb in his chest, and the burn to touch and kiss and feel his woman again guided his every move. Jackson lifted away from Brianna, palming her bare ass with one hand, running his fingers along her pussy with the other.
“She’s wet, Ry, waitin’ for you,” Jackson said. Brianna licked her lips, a heady veil falling over her expression as his friend stroked her pussy. “Bree, honey, why don’t you take his jeans off? Warm him up with a little cock suckin’, hmm?”
Rylan didn’t stop her as she unfastened his jeans and slid them down his thighs, releasing the binding that restrained his cock. The tips of her fingers caressed his taut skin, feathering up and down his erection, building the tension in his lower gut.
Brianna leaned into him, her short breaths kissing his lips. “I’ve been waitin’ for this, Rylan. Comin’ back here to you.” Her hands cupped around his dick and pumped his length, slowly down to the hilt, then back to his tip. Rylan groaned. “I tried fuckin’ myself after our phone calls, imaginin’ it was you fillin’ me. Left me bereft and wantin’ you so much more. I’m no longer complete unless I have you and Jackson.”
“You sinful woman,” Rylan whispered, testing his chance for a kiss. Brianna moved with him, refusing him a taste of her mouth. “You wanna play that game?”
Her lips feathered along his neck, moving lower and lower. He snapped the cuff on her free wrist, but Jackson came up and, with a hand on the chain, forced her onto her hands and knees, her mouth at Rylan’s cockhead.
The hot, slick cavern of her mouth swallowed his cock without prelude, his head lodging at the back of her throat. He hissed, sinking his fingers into her thick hair. Heat unfurled throughout his body. “Goddamn, Brianna.”
“Good girl, baby,” Jackson praised. Rylan absorbed the forbidden delight of having her suck his cock with full strokes, teasing his flesh with small scrapes of her teeth. He dropped his head back, the deep rumble of a growl reverberating in his chest. A week and a half of loneliness and reminiscence, of sheer torture not having her here with him, for this very moment. Reveling in the soft, satiny chunks of her hair, the greedy suckles of her mouth, and the sweet fragrance of her perfume entangled with the heady scent of musk and arousal.
“Incredible.”
The sharp sound of skin connecting with skin hit his ears. Brianna gasped and whimpered, the vibrations shaking him to the core.
He looked at Jackson, kneeling alongside Brianna’s hips. He pressed one palm flat to her lower back, the gentle pressure tipping the woman’s luscious ass into the air. Jackson rubbed her left cheek, pulled back, and smacked her flesh.
“Damn,” Rylan breathed, her response to the slap inducing a wave of pure pleasure along his dick. She wiggled her ass against Jackson’s palm, and jerked onto Rylan’s cock when she received another spank.
“She loves a nice spankin’ every now and again.” Jackson’s smile displayed the wicked edge of his mind.
Rylan knew more about the rough side of bed play than his friend, but he sure as hell enjoyed watching Jackson take the reins and deliver each thorough spank. Jackson alternated between Brianna’s cheeks until her ass was a sexy pink and her mouth quivered around Rylan’s cock with each moan, threatening to undo him.
Maintain control, Ry.
With his fisted hand in her hair, he gave a gentle tug, forcing her off his cock with a fierce pop. She looked up at him, those thick lashes fluttering, the lust-filled shadows darkening her eyes. The tip of her pink tongue ran along her lips, teasing him as she licked at his essence.
Rylan slid off the bed and stripped out of his remaining attire. Jackson slipped his fingers between the corset and her breast, keeping her head tilted back at a provocative angle. Rylan stifled a growl. He wanted to lick and nip every inch of her creamy flesh, starting at her throat.
Jackson turned his head and look over at him. “Bree picked this sexy little piece up right before we left Nashville. Said you wanted to fuck her while she was wearing some lingerie.” Jackson scooped enough of her breast from the encasing to tease Rylan with her dark areola and a hint of her nipple. She bit her bottom lip, raising her cuffed hands to Jackson’s wrist. “Sure you want to leave it on her now?”
“I am ’cause it’ll keep her anticipatin’.” Rylan crept across the bed on his hands and knees, eyeing the siren and gauging where he’d bite first. “Besides, those are some wild shoes.”
“Just for you, Rylan,” Brianna said with a slow wink.
Jackson reached into his back pocket and withdrew a folded piece of dark-red fabric. He released the chunk of Brianna’s hair he’d been holding and sidled up behind her, letting the strip of red unfold. She hooked a finger on the front of her corset, stroking her cleavage with another, and nibbled her lip.
“So I taught you a thing or two, hmm?” Rylan asked as Jackson reached around Brianna’s head and placed the cloth over her eyes. Her cheeks flushed and her breaths increased, and it took more willpower than he cared to use to keep from yanking the corset down and taking her breasts into his mouth. He needed satiation now. He’d worry about indulgences later.
“And I picked some fun little techniques up on the way,” Jackson said, tying the blindfold at the back of her head.
“Great.” Rylan hooked his fingers around her thong, only to find two of the small red bows were eye-hook clips. With a smirk, and an arch of his brow, he looked over her shoulder and caught Jackson’s amused gaze. Rylan plucked each clip open and tossed her thong aside. The earthy, sweet scent of her arousal hit his nostrils and set his mind reeling. He could still taste her juice on his tongue from their first time together, and like a drug to an addict, he couldn’t wait to drink her up. “Innovative.”
He ran his palms along the ribbed casing that followed the natural curve of her waist and grasped her hips. He gave a nod to the mattress, and Jackson guided her onto her back, lowering her head over the side of the bed. Rylan slung one of her legs over his shoulder and settled down on the bed, his head inches away from her soaking wet pussy. The flesh surrounding her entrance was slick and pink, her labia swollen, and he couldn’t refrain from drawing a finger along the path of her seam. A tremor ran through her legs and he pressed a hand flat to the inside of her thigh, keeping her spread wide.
He gave Jackson a short glance. His friend draped her bound hands over her head, allowing her little movement of her arms as he knelt down and took her neck and chest like a starved fiend.
Rylan circled her opening with the tip of his finger. She bucked and moaned. Slowly, he inched his fingers into her tight cunt, her cream providing a slick pathway along her taut muscles. His cock jerked. Pre-cum dripped along his crown.
“Too slow, boys. Give me full-throttle,” Brianna begged.
Rylan turned his head and nipped the inside of her thigh. Her hips rolled, taking more of his finger. He added a second finger, fucking her cunt, stretching her muscles. Another nip followed by a lazy swirl of his tongue, closer to her hip this time. And another, moving toward her pussy. His mouth watered, her scent becoming everything to him, imprinting into his memory forever.
He reached her outer labia and traced it with one slow lick. He twisted his fingers inside her, slipping in a third to stretch her further, strumming the sweet spot as he laved her pussy. Her musk soaked into his mouth and he growled, craving another lick, another suck, unable to tame his brimming passion.
The subtle moans that filled the room switched to a muffled cry when he clamped his lips around her clit and gave her a gentle suck. Her cunt squeezed down on his fingers. Her hips undulated, a woman maddened and clamoring for a snippet of release.
; He felt the change in her body, the onset of a small wave of contractions, and pulled back completely.
“Noo.” Brianna bucked and bowed, but Rylan was already on his knees, settling himself between her legs, the head of his cock snug at her opening. He waited for her to settle down, her writhing to calm, and linked his arms under her legs to support her.
“Yes, baby,” Jackson said, straightening up on his feet. He pulled out a square packet and a tube of lubrication from his back pocket, tossing them onto the bed before stripping off his jeans. “He ain’t gonna fuck you until you bring yourself down a notch.”
“Rylan, don’t do this to me. Please.” She hooked her ankles at his back and tried to impale herself on his cock. “Take me already. I’ve waited just as long as you.”
He gave her the head of his cock, but the control it demanded to keep from plunging into her was immense. Then she squeezed him and he groaned.
“Careful, Brianna. I’m losin’ it,” Rylan said. The skating quivers that ran along his arms and tensed his gut was only the beginning. With her flavor still in his mouth, and her wanton attitude, he finally gave in and slid his cock deep into the hot sheath of her wet pussy. He fucked her, steady and slow, each thorough stroke imbedding the depth of his desperation for her, how much he missed her. He simmered at the sight of his cock sliding out of her pussy, covered in her slick juice, only to fill her back up, connecting them at the hips. He loved the way she looked, stretched out over the bed, her head tipped back at the edge of the mattress. Every fine detail of her exposed skin was his to observe, to adore.
Jackson stepped in front of her, his cock jutting and hard, and held his bulbous head at her lips. Brianna reached up with her cuffed wrists and grabbed the base of his dick, leading him past her sinful lips. Rylan’s nostrils flared as he watched her take Jackson’s cock. Sinful mouth you have, angel. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him down, and the heaviness she caused in Rylan’s sac intensified. He sped up each thrust, supporting her ass and her thighs on his arms, groaning when her pussy muscles clenched down around him.