End Game

by Samantha Wayland

  He shook as hard as she did. Clung as tightly.

  They collapsed back against the couch and she caught his mouth in a long, messy kiss, desperately trying to convey her love. For minutes, maybe hours. And still she hadn’t said enough.

  Maybe it was time she said it out loud.

  His hand stroked down her back, and she lamented the fact she was still wearing her damn suit.

  God, and he’d just come in his pants. She started to giggle.

  “I haven’t, you know,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  She choked back her laughter. “Huh?”

  “Fucked him. I haven’t fucked Garrick.”

  She leaned back and cocked her head. “I don’t understand.”

  A blush rose on his cheeks. “He’s fucked me, but never…the reverse.”

  Her brows drew down. “Really?”

  He shrugged.

  “But he loves it.”

  “He does?”

  “He certainly said as much to me. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet myself. But plugs and stuff, yeah.”

  “Wow. Thanks for those images.” Rhian blinked, looking a bit dazed.

  She grinned. “You’re welcome. But tell me, why not?”

  He shrugged again. “We haven’t gotten around to it?”

  She sent him an arch stare.

  “Okay, I don’t know. It’s never come up, honestly. I was so freaked out by what was happening, and what I was feeling, that I never really…asserted myself when it came to sex.”

  Savannah wasn’t at all surprised that Garrick had overwhelmed Rhian with his lovemaking. God knew she’d been there. “He has a way of taking control, doesn’t he?” she asked with a little smile.

  Rhian laughed, a wonderful sound. “Yeah, he does.”

  “You’re pretty good at it, too.”

  His cheeks went from pink to red.

  She laughed. She loved that he still blushed, in spite of all they’d done together. “In fact, I seem to be having the same trouble with you that you’ve had with him. I can’t quite seem to assert myself.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Please,” she said dryly, “do not apologize.”

  He almost smiled. “Okay.”

  “All I’m saying is that I see how it can happen. And just like I’m going to take control from you and do as I please someday, you can do the same with Garrick. I’ll even help you wrestle him to the bed, if that’s what you want.”

  Rhian’s face went slack as he stared off into space, his cheeks flushed. “Yes, please.”

  Someone really had a thing for dirty talk. Rhian shifted beneath her and they both grimaced. Her rapidly cooling panties were a little gross. His sweats had to be as bad or worse.

  She slid back on his legs and his hands tightened around her waist. She smiled and patted his hands. “How about a shower?”

  His face scrunched up and he plucked at his sweats. “Yeah, I think that’s a must.”

  With matching groans, they hauled themselves up off the couch. Savannah smiled at the easy way they moved around the apartment together. When she stripped, Rhian took her clothes and sorted them along with his clothes into the laundry hampers. She wandered down the hall to the bathroom and started the shower, pleased when he climbed in with her a few minutes later.

  He belonged there. And not just in the shower.

  Now how the hell she was going to get him to believe that?

  Rhian lay in bed that night, Savannah’s head on his shoulder, their heartbeats in sync and slowly returning to normal.

  They’d gone slow this time, nothing fancy. As vanilla as it got. Missionary position. No toys, no unusual positions, places or orifices. Simple sex. Lovemaking.

  He shoved that last thought aside and watched as Savannah crawled out of bed and got them a washcloth. He should have done it, but she always beat him to it. He might be younger, but she recovered faster. Or maybe she wasn’t struggling as damn hard as he was to wrap his head around what was happening between them.

  This was insane. How did a loner like him end up in this woman’s bed?

  He took the warm cloth from her and wiped himself down. He was still startled by the feel of waxed, smooth skin, but he definitely liked it.

  While Savannah went to toss the washcloth in the sink, he automatically checked for the lump, hoping that this time it would have magically disappeared. No such luck.

  Savannah stopped in the process of cuddling up to him and propped herself up on one elbow. “What’s wrong?”

  He grimaced. “It’s nothing. I’m being stupid.”

  “Tell me,” she said.

  As usual, he wanted to and he had no idea why. “I was just checking the lump. It’s still there,” he said as if surprised. His attempt at humor fell miserably flat.

  Savannah brushed the hair back from his forehead. “I’m sorry.”

  “Do you want to—” He clamped his mouth shut. Jesus Christ, why would he even ask her that?

  “Can I?”

  He hesitated, then nodded, frozen in place as her hand slipped beneath the covers and over his chest before settling on top of his, still clutching his sac like it might run off somewhere.

  He let go and slowly guided her to cup his balls. He aligned his fingers over hers and pressed until she felt the hard knot that had no business in his junk.

  Rather than yank her hand away in horror or discomfort, she prodded gently, learning the size and shape of it, the way he had countless times. When she was done, she ran her thumb over the loose skin in a comforting caress.

  “Come here,” she whispered, her voice husky. He closed his eyes, afraid if he saw tears he’d embarrass the hell out of himself.

  He rolled toward her and rested his head on her shoulder, his arm around her ribs, their legs tangled together. She reached over to snap off the light, and in the dark, close comfort of her arms, he did the unthinkable.

  He let himself cry.

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Rhian sat on the edge of the bed, his leg bouncing maniacally, and tried to wrestle his nerves down from nauseating to merely heart-pounding.

  It had been a long day, his anxiety steadily creeping higher with each passing hour. Savannah had gone to work at the crack of dawn so she could be home before Garrick’s earliest possible arrival time. Rhian had been shocked to hear himself offering to do the grocery shopping while she was gone. Then, for some damn reason, he’d done the laundry, changed the sheets, and even cleaned the bathroom.

  Now he sat fidgeting while Savannah roamed around the apartment and straightened up what he hadn’t already tackled. Which wasn’t much.

  Savannah’s idea for how to greet Garrick had sounded sane enough when she’d told him this morning. The more time that passed, though, the more doubts he had.

  If Garrick had hauled ass and driven eight hours straight through from Moncton, he’d be arriving in the next hour. They were ready, just in case, but Rhian would probably be sitting here for hours.

  In his underwear. And nothing else.

  Savannah had bought him these boxer briefs on her lunch break today. She said she’d noticed he didn’t have many pairs and thought he might like to have more, while swearing he never had to wear them on her account. She and Garrick both seemed to enjoy the fact he rarely wore any.

  He’d been touched that she’d thought to buy him the damn things. Had actually had to make an excuse about putting them with his stuff so he could have a minute alone in the bedroom. Was a grown man supposed to get sentimental about underpants?

  They were simple white. Not particularly sexy, as far as he could tell. Maybe a little tight and see-through, but nothing extraordinary.

  Savannah, on the other hand, had chosen to wear something that hit him like a punch to his chest every time he saw her.

  His Bruins jersey.

  The heavy fabric fell to the tops of her bare thighs, the sleeves rolled up to her wrists, the shoulders so wide the seam fell almost to her elbow. Why

something big enough for her to use as a tent looked so fucking hot, he had no idea. All he knew was that every time he saw SAVAGE emblazoned across her shoulders, his dick twitched and he felt a little lightheaded.

  The sound of a key in the front door echoed through the apartment.

  Rhian shot to his feet. Savannah’s footsteps echoed as she ran toward the bedroom. And him.

  He leaned against the bedroom doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, trying like hell to appear casual while staring holes in the front door. Savannah skidded to a halt beside him and sent him a smoldering look.

  She eyed his mostly transparent boxers and totally obvious anticipation, and her lips quirked. Her long, bare legs just inches from his, she draped herself along the opposite side of the doorframe.

  Rhian suddenly wanted to change the plan. To grab her and hold on until he was sure Garrick wasn’t going to freak out.

  The front door swung open and Rhian forgot how to breathe. His eyes devoured Garrick as the damn man wrestled with the key, trying to get it out of the lock. He hadn’t even noticed them yet.

  Rhian barely held himself together. His heart thundered in his chest and he choked back the urge to shout Garrick’s name.

  God, I really do love him.

  Would he ever get used to it? Should he?

  The front door swung shut with a bang and Garrick hiked the two huge duffels higher on his shoulders. “Savannah, baby, are you here?”

  She and Rhian exchanged a quick nervous glance.

  Garrick turned and walked into the apartment before he saw them waiting.

  He staggered to a halt and his mouth dropped open. Then he fell to his knees.

  “Oh shit,” Rhian said as he started to run. “We killed him!”

  Savannah laughed as she chased Rhian down the hall. She would never forget the look on Garrick’s face. Oh god, they had shocked the bejeesus out of him. She’d been sure he’d guessed…

  She dropped to the floor the same time as Rhian. Together they hauled the straps off Garrick’s shoulders, shoved the bags away, and grabbed hold of him. He knelt, staring at them wild-eyed, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

  Then he gazed at her with such abject gratitude, she had to swallow past the lump in her throat.

  He curled a big hand around the back of Rhian’s neck and stared like he was trying to memorize him, here, in their house. He smiled and Rhian smiled back.

  Savannah cupped Garrick’s cheek and his gaze cut back to her. She cupped Rhian’s cheek, too, and Garrick watched with wide eyes. His smile wobbled.

  Hers did too. She tucked her lips next to his ear. “I get it now,” she said softly.

  Garrick nodded, his eyes growing suspiciously shiny.

  Savannah looked at Rhian. “Kiss him,” she said.

  Rhian hesitated, countless questions in his eyes.

  She ran a thumb along his jaw. “Go ahead.”

  His smile flickered, still uncertain, but he turned to Garrick. “I love you.”

  Garrick swallowed hard. “I love you, too, baby.”

  Rhian slammed his mouth over Garrick’s.

  Savannah couldn’t tear her gaze from the two gorgeous, huge men making out in front of her. She’d never seen anything hotter. There was nothing about these men that wasn’t hard, masculine. Their ready strength and gloriously fit bodies made their chemistry an aggressive thing. They were perfect together.

  Rhian’s bare skin glowed in the reflection of the sunlight coming through the skylights, a stark contrast to Garrick’s dark clothes.

  God, Garrick still had his damn coat on.

  Laughing, she went to work on the buttons, her hands brushing Rhian’s chest as she tugged the heavy fabric aside. Garrick tried to help her, but he was more hindrance than help, eventually giving up and sinking his hands into Rhian’s curls, only releasing them when she needed him to.

  She managed to get the jacket off and his shirt unbuttoned. Rhian kissed a path to Garrick’s ear, his throat, all the while fumbling with the cuff of Garrick’s shirt, growling when he couldn’t unbutton it.

  Garrick yanked the shirt over his big hands, buttons popping free and skittering across the hardwood floors. Rhian sat back and laughed until Garrick discarded his T-shirt, too, baring his chest to eager eyes.

  Savannah dove in to capture a nipple with her mouth. Rhian caught the other, and together they tackled Garrick to the floor.

  She’d had no intention of their first time making love as a threesome taking place in the kitchen, let alone on the floor, but damned if they were going to stop now.

  She caught Rhian’s eye across the broad expanse of Garrick’s chest and winked, loving the sparkle of amusement lighting his gaze. He pulled off Garrick’s nipple with a loud pop, ignoring Garrick’s hand behind his head trying to tow him back.

  “Now you kiss him,” Rhian said.

  She wasn’t going to argue with that. She stretched up over Garrick and looked down into his beautiful, dark chocolate eyes. Her long hair hid their faces.

  Thank you, he mouthed.

  She smiled. No, thank you.

  His hand brushed her shoulder and cupped the back of her head. “I love you,” Garrick said out loud.

  “I love you, too,” she said against his lips.

  Their tongues tangled, and the passion that had burned from the moment they’d first kissed, all those months ago, flared to life. Only now it was more. They had more.

  Garrick was soon twitching and writhing beneath her. It was like trying to hold onto a ship bucking in rough seas, his arms holding her close the only thing that kept her from being tossed overboard. Rhian’s hair brushed her ribs. Her hip. A hand that could not possibly belong to Garrick swept over her back and stroked across her ass, making her writhe as frantically as Garrick.

  When Garrick gave a particularly hard shudder, her curiosity got the better of her.

  She ended their kiss with a gasp. “I have to see.”

  She turned to watch Rhian’s tongue dip into Garrick’s belly button, his stomach jerking against Rhian’s mouth. She could see from the shiny trails across Garrick’s skin that Rhian had teased under the curve of his pecs, traced the lines of his abs, but never gone below his navel.

  Savannah grabbed hold of Garrick’s jeans and yanked his button-fly open with one hard tug. She waited for him to lift his ass off the ground so she could strip him to his ankles.

  Rather than pull them all the way off, she left his feet trapped. Garrick was inclined to take charge, and she and Rhian were likely to let him. The role reversal was fun. No point making it easy for Garrick to take back the upper hand when he finally snapped out of the stupor their little surprise had created.

  Garrick wriggled, trying to get his legs free, but she stopped him with a touch. Well, if you could call wrapping her hand around his rock-hard erection a touch.

  “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

  She bit her lip and slowly shook her head. “No, I want Rhian to do it.”

  Rhian lifted his head, ending his tongue’s thorough investigation of Garrick’s hip dip. “What?”

  “I want to watch you suck Garrick’s cock.”

  The words echoed in the hallway, punctuated by the sound of Garrick’s head dropping back to the floor with a thunk.

  “Oh my god,” Garrick muttered.

  She saw how Rhian’s hand shook and recalled his response to her dirty talk the day before.

  “He told me, Rhian. How you can take him all. Down your throat.” She swallowed, her voice increasingly husky. “I want to see. He’s so big. How can you possibly do that?”

  Rhian stared down at Garrick’s cock with dark, dilated eyes. Garrick groaned.

  Savannah released her hold on Garrick’s shaft and sat back on her heels, cataloging her response to watching Rhian slide down and straddle Garrick’s legs.

  She and Garrick had discovered she had a thing for hearing about his sexual exploits with men. Hell, her kink had led to him being with Rhian in the first place. But hearing about it and seeing it were two different things. Now she’d know for certain just how far her voyeurism went.

  The fact that she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Rhian’s lips was a pretty good indication that all of her voyeur-kink systems were go.

  She groaned as loud as Garrick when Rhian opened his mouth and took Garrick in. Her breath reduced to pants when Rhian’s jaw worked and she imagined his tongue curling around Garrick’s thick shaft. Rhian’s cheeks hollowed out and a long suck pulled Garrick’s hips up off the floor.

  Garrick’s eyes had gone dark. His mouth hung open. He fisted his hands in Rhian’s hair, the blond curls threaded through his fingers, his knuckles white.

  Rhian whimpered and closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as color seeped into his cheeks and chest.

  “God, Rhian,” Garrick sighed. “What you do to me.”

  She laid a hand on Garrick’s chest. Rhian looked for all the world as if he were as turned on as Garrick. The head of his cock strained against his boxer briefs, pre-come staining the cotton.

  He worked his mouth over Garrick’s cock. His hands curled around Garrick’s hips and dug in.

  Garrick stopped moving. Stopped breathing.

  Rhian tilted his head and pressed forward until Garrick’s entire length disappeared into his mouth and down his throat.

  “Oh my god,” Savannah whispered, her words barely audible over Garrick’s harsh groan.

  Garrick’s heart pounded against her palm, but she couldn’t look away from Rhian. Her body was on the verge of ignition with nothing but the sight before her and Garrick’s skin beneath her fingertips to send her over the edge. Sweet, shy, sometimes hesitant Rhian swallowed around Garrick without a hint of inhibition. His lips stretched until they lost color and his throat convulsed before he eased back. She could hear him suck air in through his nose as his cheeks hollowed, once again lifting Garrick right up off the floor.

  “Rhian!”

  Her ears rang with Garrick’s cry.

  Rhian didn’t so much as blink. He sucked the head of Garrick’s cock, his eyes still closed, his skin flushed, and plunged again.

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