His tip was dark, the staff a slightly lighter color, his balls tight and high, surrounded by wiry curls. The scent of him, musky and dark, filled her every time she breathed in.
“I’m not sure what to do,” she said.
“I’ll teach you, love. That’s what Shareem are for.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand stretch to the controls that turned off the privacy on the windows leading to the corridor.
Brianne jumped and glanced over her shoulder, expecting a dozen people to be peering in to see what they were up to. “What are you doing? Someone might come.”
“There’s no one else in the car,” Ky said, his voice quiet. “And if there are, maybe they’ll see you, a highborn woman, bent over my cock. Maybe they’d watch.”
Her face scalded. “I can’t.”
“You wanted punishment, Brianne. If you refuse this one, just imagine what I’ll think up next.”
Brianne had no idea what he could think of, but her heart raced and her opening tightened at his words. “All right. But if anyone does see—you can’t let on who I really am. The journalists would make a meal of me.”
“Fair enough. Now kiss me.”
Brianne started to raise her face to his lips, but he laced his fingers in her hair and gently guided her to his cock. She liked the warm scent of it, male desire. Daringly she nuzzled the tip and then kissed it.
Ky’s cock jumped, and he made a small noise of pleasure. Brianne flicked out her tongue to taste him and found she liked the smooth sleekness of his tip, the feel of the ridge that curved around it.
“Suck me,” Ky said, voice ragged. “Put your mouth over it and suck.”
Brianne drew a breath then opened her mouth wide and slid it over his cock.
*** *** ***
Ky let out a groan. Brianne’s innocent questing was perfect. Her hot little tongue, her eager tasting, the experimental way she sucked him between her lips made his cock hot and happy.
Ky threaded his fingers through her sleek brown hair and raised his hips, willing her to take as much of him into her mouth as she could.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Suck me.”
Brianne did, sending sweet sensations through him. Ky’s pulse pounded, the sight of her dark head bowed over his lap, her pale fingers on his thighs, making him want to release right away.
Not yet. Let me savor this.
He loved the feel of her hair under his fingers, her small tongue struggling to circle all of his big tip. Sweet, sweet woman.
She’d make a lovely submissive. He imagined her in nothing but a collar, a slim silver chain hanging from it, her wrists encased in soft leather cuffs. Brianne would carry it off well, with her long thick hair cascading down to tangle around her aroused, tight nipples. Ky would gently wrap the chain in his hand and hold her in place while she sucked him.
The heat in his cock flared, lifting toward her mouth.
Aiden stirred, probably aroused by all the pheromones flying through the air. He turned his warm head on Ky’s shoulder and glanced down at Brianne.
“Mmm,” he said. “Nice.”
Brianne looked up at him and smiled. Her smile could melt ice.
Aiden smiled back, the two sharing a moment. Ky’s heart beat faster as a sudden feeling of completion hit him. Not a climax, but the three of them together enjoying a simple moment of joy. It felt right.
Aiden slid his hand down Ky’s chest and nudged his finger over the base of Ky’s staff. Ky held his breath, waiting for the warning tingle, but it didn’t come.
He relaxed, turning his head to kiss his friend. Aiden kissed sleepily, his eyes heavy, lips curved in a half smile. His level-one touch soothed and excited at the same time Brianne’s lips and tongue on his cock sent Ky spiraling toward climax.
Aiden curved his fingers to encase the base of Ky’s cock, his touch dipping to his balls. One finger stroked behind the sac as Brianne’s mouth drew the cock forward, her tongue moving on the sensitive skin under the head.
Ky rested his head on the seat back, his eyes closing. “Gods, that’s sweet.”
Aiden licked Ky’s cheek. “We aim to please.”
“I’m going to come.”
“That sounds like fun.”
“Shut up and keep doing that.”
Aiden chuckled low in his throat. The man knew how to touch. If Ky had known just how well Aiden touched before …
No, stop that thought. If Ky had let Aiden touch him before, Ky could be dead by now.
The fact that it was Brianne’s mouth all over Ky seemed to mitigate things. Ky kept waiting for the tingling pain to begin in his arm, but nothing happened. Perhaps his body was tricked by Brianne sucking on him while Aiden touched.
Brianne eased Ky out of her mouth and held on to him above where Aiden stroked. She bent forward and licked him, tasting him from base to tip.
Ky dug his fingers into the chair seat and boosted his hips upward. Heat swirled through him as his best friend and a beautiful lady did wonderful things to him.
Ky’s hips rocked, his cock stiffened with a painful ache, and he came.
Swirls of come slid over Brianne’s startled tongue and down Ky’s shaft to be caught by Aiden’s fingers.
“That’s it, my friend,” Aiden said, breath warm in his ear. “Let us pleasure you for a change.”
“Gods.” Ky thrust forward, wondering if he’d ever felt this good. Brianne caught his come on her tongue, her face registering wonder at the taste of it.
Aiden lifted his fingers, wet with Ky’s come, and licked them clean. “Mmm. I always knew you’d taste good.”
Ky leaned down and hauled Brianne into his lap. She snuggled against his shoulder looking pleased with herself. He kissed her lips and Aiden joined him, lips and tongues playing in the three-way kiss as they’d done the night before.
Aiden tasted too good and so did Brianne. He could get used to this.
Damn Aiden. Ky couldn’t let this continue, but oh gods he wanted to. Brianne was fine—he’d do her backwards and forwards and never worry. But Aiden …
Why can’t I tell him to back off and leave me alone? Why can’t I be horrified he wants to kiss me?
Why the hell do I have to like it so much?
If Ky didn’t stop this, he’d pay for it and he knew it.
Aiden smiled and slanted his mouth over Ky’s, his sensual tongue finding every corner of Ky’s mouth. Brianne watched, lips parted, and when Aiden drew back, she put her own mouth over Ky’s, copying the kiss.
Ky sat there and took it. They went back and forth, Aiden, Brianne, Aiden, Brianne, the pair of them never letting Ky come up for air.
He loved it. They went on and on until the train slowed at the outskirts of the city and he never tried to stop them.
Gods help me. I am so screwed.
Chapter Seven
Decisions
The train jerked its way into the station, waking the dozing trio in the compartment. Brianne sat up straight, realizing she was draped over Ky’s bare lap. Aiden had resumed leaning on Ky’s other side, head on his shoulder.
Brianne jumped to her feet, but Aiden woke slowly, stretching his powerful limbs like one of the great predatory cats of the southern canyons.
Ky opened his eyes but didn’t yawn or make any other confused moves of someone who’d fallen asleep on a public transport. He calmly pulled up and fastened his pants then watched Aiden unfold himself from the seat and take Brianne’s bag down from the shelf.
Aiden handed Brianne the soft valise and grinned at her. “What a nice ride.”
Brianne’s face heated. “Yes. Definitely nice.”
The train bumped to a halt. They heard footsteps in the corridor, the train attendant coming to make sure the highborn lady exited without mishap. The attendant was a middle-aged woman who was not happy Brianne had insisted on letting the Shareem stay in the first-class carriage, even though Brianne had paid the difference in their tickets.
“Guess
this is where we depart.” Ky got himself to his feet. The space in the compartment filled quickly with two Shareem towering over her.
Brianne’s heart beat faster. She knew they’d part ways here, probably for good. She wanted to explain that what had happened between them was and always would be special to her, but she couldn’t say a word with the attendant hovering.
Besides, Aiden and Ky probably didn’t want to hear a woman bleating that her encounter with them had changed her life, likely forever. Women must say that to them all the time.
But she could try. Brianne fished inside her robes and drew out a plain gray plastic card. It looked innocuous, but the coded strip held passes to her inner sanctum at the ruling family’s compound.
She handed it to Ky. “If you need to see me for any reason give this card to my personal guards. They will let you through to my private apartments.” She pushed it into Ky’s hand. “Any time, for any reason.”
Ky took the card without changing expression. The lines around his eyes creased a moment, then he tucked the card into his tunic, and walked out of the compartment without looking back.
Brianne was surprised at the hollow feeling in her heart. She realized he meant what he’d said. We’re square. We’re done.
Aiden started out after Ky, then he stopped himself by grabbing the sides of the door. The attendant drew an aggrieved breath, but Aiden grinned.
“You ever need to find us, sweetheart, you go to Judith’s bar down in Pas City. If we aren’t there, Judith knows how to get in touch with us.”
Another wink, another devastating smile, and he was gone.
The adventure was over.
*** *** ***
Ky was in one of his I don’t want to talk about anything personal moods, much to Aiden’s disgust.
Aiden had completely given up on Ky in the last three days, his usually laidback friend growling and muttering whenever Aiden tried to talk to him—about anything. Ky especially didn’t want to talk about events in the train and overnight in Elred.
Ky was pretending nothing had happened—not the arrest, not the train, not the night in the inn, nothing. Not him asking for Aiden’s touch, not Aiden stroking him until he came, not him enjoying Aiden’s mouth in long and burning kisses.
Asshole. They couldn’t pretend it all away. Aiden had hoped he’d at last be able to reveal his feelings for Ky, but Ky completely shut him out.
The two of them decided to go to neutral ground on the afternoon of the third day—Judith’s bar.
As usual, Judith tended bar in sloppy coveralls, her hair twisted into a simple knot.
Aiden, like every other Shareem in Pas City, had a soft spot for Judith. Judith worked her butt off to keep this business going, and she made it known that Shareem were always welcome here.
She was also always up for sexual games, from Aiden’s sensual massages to Ky’s full-blown bondage. She liked threesomes and foursomes and any other -somes she could manage. She’d screw until she passed out in exhaustion, then wake up in the morning and do it again. And say thank you.
Aiden wanted to Judith her happy with a permanent lover, one who appreciated her, but Judith was fiercely independent. The last time Aiden suggested she look for a special someone, she’d asked in irritation why she should let a normal human male ruin her life.
Aiden had backed off, and Judith had smiled and changed the subject. A bad breakup, maybe? Aiden speculated later to Ky.
Ky snorted. Look at her choices. She likes Shareem, and only the rare ones like Rees and Rio have taken lifemates. The human men of Pas City are wusses. She’s better off hanging out with us.
Aw, come on, Aiden continued, half-joking. Don’t you believe in happily ever after?
No, I don’t.
Glancing sideways at Ky, who lifted a glass of ale to his lips, Aiden could tell the man still had no use for happily ever after. Not even when it stared him in the face.
Butthead.
“Where’ve you two been lately?” Braden moved to them from the bar. He patted Judith on the backside as he passed her, and Judith sent him a smoldering look.
Ky acknowledged Braden’s arrival with a curt nod then fixed his gaze on the silent digital on the other side of the room, ignoring them.
“Home,” Aiden said as their friend sat down. “Bored.”
“No kidding? I thought you were holed up having some great menage. I was hurt you didn’t invite me.”
“Nothing more exciting than digital reruns the last few days,” Aiden said, giving Ky another sideways look. “What have you been doing?”
Braden’s blue eyes twinkled. “Having a menage of my own with two lovely ladies, and at one point, sharing with one of the lovely ladies’ footmen. Orchestrated sex in a ballroom. It was fun.”
Aiden turned his glass on the table. “You’ll get yourself arrested if you aren’t careful,” he said with good humor.
“Hey, I’m discretion itself.”
Aiden laughed. “Discretion? You once had sex in a theater balcony. I ought to know, I was sitting next to you. Couldn’t hear the whole second act.”
“It was dark, and it gave you a hard-on. Besides, it was an acrobatic circus. You didn’t need to hear anything.”
“I liked the music. And if it hadn’t taken me so damn long to get the tickets, I’d have been out of there.”
Shareem were only allowed at the live theater if they sat in the highest balcony out of sight and only on nights when important people wouldn’t attend. The joy of being Shareem, Aiden reflected.
Braden started to say something flippant, then his expression changed to one of guarded surprise. “Well, holy shit.”
Aiden felt a presence behind him. He turned around and looked up—and up and up—at a huge black-leather-covered man whose face was swathed in sun-blocking cloths. He slowly removed his sun goggles, the blue of his eyes glinting as he took in the three at the table.
“Calder,” Aiden said, nodding a greeting.
“He comes out of his cave,” Braden said. “Have a seat, my friend. Or are you going to stand there until Judith faints in ecstasy?”
Judith had gone perfectly still in the act of clearing a table, her gaze riveted to the leather outline of Calder’s tall body. Calder moved past Braden to take the seat in the shadow of the corner.
Aiden tried not to stare at the reclusive Shareem—he didn’t want to poke into Calder’s private hell—but it was hard not to look. Calder rarely emerged from his lavish and expensive apartments and never, ever without covering every inch of his body first.
As Calder sat down, he unwound his face-covering cloths, keeping a fold over his left cheek. The right side of his face was fine, but what Aiden could see of the left was a maze of scars and puckered skin.
It didn’t look too bad, Aiden reflected, but then he was viewing only what Calder was willing to show. His body had burned basically to death at DNAmo, and that couldn’t have been pretty.
In complete silence Judith set a full glass of ale in front of Calder. He gave her a quiet nod of thanks without looking at her. Judith lingered a moment, then when Calder drank the ale without making eye contact looked both dazed and disappointed.
“Judith likes Shareem,” Braden said.
“Yeah?” Calder’s voice was deep and harsh, like it had been broken.
“Bet she’d like a go in that pleasure palace of yours,” Braden said.
“She can apply,” Calder returned, still not looking at Judith.
“I can’t afford it,” Judith said, eyeing Calder wistfully. “Besides, the waiting list is too long.”
“You have a waiting list?” Aiden asked, interested.
“He does,” Braden answered for Calder. “And a consent form. A lady has to double-sign it, agreeing to let him do anything he wants for as long as she’s with him.”
“Shit.” Aiden glanced at the large, silent man. He’d seen Ky get pretty heavy into the level-three stuff, but Aiden had never sensed the air of menace he was g
etting from Calder. “What do you do in there?” he asked him.
Calder lifted his ale and sipped it. “Sex.”
“We’re Shareem, we like hearing about sex,” Aiden prompted.
Calder gave a slight shake of his head and drank more ale.
“He doesn’t like to talk about it,” Braden said. “No matter how much you beg. Even his best friend doesn’t know.”
“Cruel.” Aiden grinned.
Calder shot him a look that was almost amused. Almost. “You’ll live.”
“Yeah,” Aiden said. “In boredom.” He gave Ky another glance, but Ky hadn’t looked away from the digital, which was playing a news feed.
Calder’s eyes shifted from Aiden to Ky and back again. A gleam of knowledge rested in his blue eyes, and his eyebrows rose the slightest bit.
Aiden met his gaze without defensiveness. Calder gave him a your-secret-is-safe-with-me look and returned to his ale.
Judith sighed. “Well, anyway, your drinks are on me. And you’re welcome here any time, Calder.” She leaned down and touched his black-gloved hand. “And I mean any time.”
Calder flicked his gaze to Judith, a muscle on the unmarred side of his face moving. He slid his fingers along Judith’s then released her. She turned away, a little smile on her lips, her eyes heavy like she’d had an orgasm.
“Why do I feel like the rest of us just vanished?” Braden asked.
“Because he’s sexier than you, Braden,” Judith called over her shoulder.
“Thanks, I’ll remember that.”
Judith winked and sauntered away, curved hips swaying.
Beside Aiden, Ky went rigid, absorbed in whatever was on the holo screen on the other side of the room. Aiden followed his gaze to the news feed and froze.
The beautiful face of Brianne d’Aroth appeared in close-up, standing behind a podium giving a speech he couldn’t hear. The picture of her face shrank and shifted to the top of the screen while two women commentators discussed what she’d just said.
Aiden rose and moved closer to the screen. “Hey, Judith, turn that up.”
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