End Game

by Samantha Wayland

  “I wanted to.” He put every ounce of love, trust and honesty he could into three little words.

  They held still, sharing a long look while Rhian applied steady pressure to quickly loosening muscles.

  Savannah’s fingers trailed down Rhian’s cheek, then Garrick’s. She gazed at them the same way—with the same warmth and desire. Rhian realized it was the same for him. He felt for her just as he did for Garrick.

  Maybe it showed on his face—the love or the terror—because Savannah leaned forward and kissed him just as Garrick turned his head to do the same. They ended up in another three-way kiss. They were getting the hang of these things, though it was still messy. And hot.

  He began to pump his arm again and Garrick departed the kiss with a gasp, shoving his ass back on Rhian’s fingers. Rhian grinned down at Savannah and sat up to return his focus to the task at hand.

  Garrick clamped a hand around Savannah’s thigh and dragged her closer. She laughed as she fell to her back on the bed, her legs spread, her knees framing Garrick’s head.

  He trailed kisses along her thigh.

  “What are you doing?” Savannah cried.

  Garrick chuckled. “It’s called oral sex. I have it on good authority you’re familiar with the concept.”

  Rhian laughed. He’d said the same thing to Garrick the night he arrived in Boston. The night Rhian had known he was in way over his head and hadn’t run anyway. More remarkably, he didn’t regret it. Not right then. Not even a little.

  He tapped a third finger against Garrick’s tight muscles, gently massaging them, before wedging past the barrier and deep into Garrick’s ass.

  Garrick jerked, a shudder racking his body, and looked back at Rhian. Rhian could get lost in those warm, brown eyes.

  “Please.”

  Oh god. Garrick was begging. Garrick loved it when he or Savannah begged, but Rhian hadn’t fully understood why until now.

  “Soon.”

  He enjoyed Garrick’s frustrated growl almost as much as the thrill of being in control. He wondered if Garrick realized how much trouble he was in for, now that Rhian had a taste for it.

  Garrick tried to control his breathing and focus on Savannah. His throat ached from the rush of air heaving in and out of his lungs and the sounds he choked back as Rhian stretched him open.

  The burn felt good. Great. But that wasn’t what made him want to howl with joy. It was the determined look on Rhian’s face. The way he took complete command over Garrick.

  This was a different Rhian. The one Garrick had been trying to find for months. The man Garrick had known was trapped behind countless worries and a bone-deep belief that he didn’t truly belong in Garrick’s bed. In Garrick.

  He shivered when Rhian’s finger brushed his prostate. He tried to give his balls a yank but his hand was slapped away. Then Rhian’s hand was there, holding tight. Forcing his orgasm back. Fuck.

  Weak as a baby, Garrick could barely hold himself up on one elbow as he kissed a path across Savannah’s belly. He teased one finger along her slit, watching how she alternately stared up at Rhian and down into Garrick’s face. He could tell by her smile she saw the change in Rhian, too. And was enjoying it as much as he was.

  On a particularly big stretch, Garrick grunted. Maybe she wasn’t enjoying quite as much as he was.

  Garrick drew little circles around her clit, picking up speed. He loved how her smile wobbled and she blinked, focusing on him. Her eyes narrowed and her hips bucked, begging for more, but he held back until she was keening for it.

  “Garrick, please!”

  He eased one finger into her tight channel. “Better?”

  “No!”

  He chuckled, locked his lips over her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She shivered beneath him. She was closer than he’d guessed, and he happily pushed her over the edge with a series of pulsing sucks that had her back arching from the bed, her voice echoing off the walls and ceiling as she climaxed.

  He rode the waves with her, acutely aware of Rhian’s fingers lodged deep in his ass, no longer moving. He hoped Rhian was watching Savannah, enjoying her uninhibited release. Rhian liked her unrestrained honesty, her ecstatic abandon, as much as he did.

  When she slumped back on the bed, he eased two more fingers into her channel and fucked her with them. Hard.

  Savannah moaned, long and loud, riding his hand for all she was worth.

  “Shit, Garrick,” Rhian muttered. His hand returned to its mind-bending ministrations.

  “You should talk,” he gasped, no less out of his mind than Savannah.

  He pressed his face to her writhing belly, unable to concentrate on using both his mouth and hand while Rhian took him higher. He was more than ready, but damned if he wasn’t even more turned on because Rhian refused to be rushed.

  He was glad he hadn’t pushed Rhian. Glad he’d waited, resisting the urge to add this act to all the other things, sexual and not, he’d demanded. He didn’t regret making those other demands, but he was right to have waited on this. To have Rhian give this freely, enthusiastically, and without any persuasion made it ever sweeter. Gave Garrick so much hope about the future.

  Rhian turned his hand, separating his fingers until the line between pleasure and pain blurred. Garrick rode it, high as a kite, his eyes wide, his open mouth pressed to Savannah’s stomach.

  Savannah ran her hands through his hair. “God, you look like you’re in heaven.”

  “Am.”

  He canted his hips. Forced Rhian on, deeper. It was better than heaven, damn it.

  Twisting his fingers, he attacked Savannah’s g-spot while he still slung to the last shreds of his rapidly unraveling consciousness.

  Savannah went up and over with a shriek, her fists locked in Garrick’s hair. The pain was a welcome distraction from the exquisite pleasure radiating from his ass.

  He didn’t let up. Kept Savannah on the knife’s edge for as long as she could stand it, bringing her back to earth slowly. She opened her glazed eyes and looked at him, her little smile content, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

  Rhian pulled his fingers from Garrick’s ass.

  At last.

  He hardly winced when the bottle of lubricant brushed his ass and a flood of cool lube slid into him. He hadn’t done this in years. All the times in the past, he’d had to remind himself to stay relaxed. Not now.

  Nothing would make him hesitate to take Rhian into his body.

  His resolve faltered when the broad head of Rhian’s cock pressed against him. He still wanted it, but man, how had he forgotten how goddamn thick Rhian was? He took a deep breath and ignored the laughter in Savannah’s eyes.

  The stretch grew, and his mouth gaped against her belly. His eyes just about popped out of his head. Jesus, it felt good. Fantastic. But, also, huge. Savannah was grinning at him, one hand fisted in his hair, keeping his eyes on her while his undivided attention was on the glorious stretch as Rhian pushed forward.

  The head of Rhian’s cock popped past his burning muscles and he grunted. His head spun, barely aware of Rhian’s hands wrapping around his hips, holding him completely still while he adjusted to Rhian’s presence in his ass.

  Anticipation shivered up Garrick’s spine until his entire body shook with it. “God, Rhian, do it.”

  Rhian shifted and he gasped. Shocked. Rhian’s fingers dug into his skin, thumbs pulling his cheeks open as Rhian lifted him, arching his back further, tilting his ass higher. Then with one long, powerful thrust, Rhian seated himself to the hilt.

  The world swam before Garrick’s eyes. “Rhian.”

  “Yes?” he replied as he slowly slid back out.

  Savannah watched Rhian with absolute fascination.

  “God, that’s good,” Garrick groaned as Rhian pushed forward again. Garrick swore he could feel every ridge and vein as they rushed past his hyper-sensitive ring.

  “Yes, it is.” Rhian sounded as if he spoke through clenched teeth.

  On the n
ext thrust, the collision of their bodies rocked through Garrick. He whimpered a noise that came dangerously close to the one he loved to tease from Rhian. He clamped his mouth shut, swearing he wouldn’t make another sound.

  Rhian picked up speed.

  Garrick’s resolve lasted less than ten seconds.

  “Fuck!”

  “God, Garrick, tell me this is okay. Tell me I’m not hurting you,” Rhian said without easing his increasingly powerful thrusts.

  Garrick tried to answer, but he couldn’t catch his breath. Terrified Rhian would stop if he didn’t say something, he managed to strangle out a sentence in time with the hard smack of their bodies colliding.

  “Yes…Good…Fuck…Harder…Christ…You’re...Strong!”

  Rhian slammed home hard on the last word and Garrick gave up trying to tell him how amazing it was. How good it felt. It was too much. His brain was fried. Swamped with the chemicals that go with happy and aroused. He blissed out, floating on raging desire, higher with every thrust.

  He didn’t know if he was going to come. Or when.

  He didn’t care.

  He would happily, joyfully hang suspended here, like this, for hours. Days.

  Reality snapped back into focus when Rhian dropped onto Garrick’s back . He wrapped his arms around Garrick’s chest and yanked them upright. Rhian sat back on his heels and Garrick’s ass slammed down on Rhian’s thighs, fully impaled on Rhian’s thick shaft.

  “Oh Jesus. Rhian, fuck, that’s…please, I want—”

  Rhian ground up against him, his hips gyrating over and over. Garrick lost the ability to speak.

  The pressure. The burn. The endorphins. It was almost too much. Each swivel of Rhian’s hips bumped his cock against Garrick’s prostate. The intimacy of Rhian’s arms around him, his lips tickling Garrick’s shoulder, stole his breath. He teetered on the edge of bliss, frozen. It was huge. Too big.

  Rhian rubbed his face against the side of Garrick’s neck. “God, you’re amazing.”

  Garrick squeezed his eyes shut against the tears springing to life at the loving, reverent tone in Rhian’s voice.

  “Savannah,” Rhian growled.

  Garrick opened his eyes to watch her crawl toward them, her eyes glued to his face. His eyes. His tears.

  Rhian reached out and cupped her cheek. She kissed his palm and looked up at him over Garrick’s shoulder.

  Rhian clamped his hands around Garrick’s waist again and used his incredible strength to lift and lower Garrick, who was too far gone to help. He just held on in the storm. Barely.

  Rhian’s hips punched up, thrusting his cock into Garrick’s ass, his penetration deep and complete. Savannah’s hot mouth closed around Garrick’s cock, her hand grasping his shaft, the other cradling his balls.

  Garrick cried out. Howled. His entire essence, his body and soul, honed down to the exquisite joy he would only ever find with these two incredible people.

  The world went white, his mind with it. His orgasm bowed his spine and exploded from his balls, electric shocks shivering through his body. Sore muscles clamped down on Rhian’s thick shaft, screaming with tension and relief.

  Rhian ground up into him and shouted in his ear as the warmth of his climax filled Garrick’s ass.

  He was lost. Given over entirely into their hands. Their love. Savannah and Rhian didn’t stop moving, sucking, fucking, coaxing another shudder, and another, from him, until he groaned, in agony. Ecstasy. He begged them to stop and to go on forever.

  To take everything he had to give. It was theirs. It always had been.

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Savannah sat in the bright sun outside the cafe in Quincy Market and smiled about nothing in particular. It was a good day. They’d slept in, gone for a run, showered as a very cozy group, had Rhian for lunch and sandwiches for dessert.

  What could possibly not be good about this day?

  She couldn’t take her eyes off her boys where they stood in line to order their coffees. Her mind kept drifting back to the previous night. She’d never seen Garrick so far gone. Nor Rhian so completely engaged in what they were doing. In what he was doing. She and Garrick had just been along for the ride, letting Rhian take them where he would. And he’d had a number of destinations in mind. But none as shattering as that first.

  She would never forget the look of wonder on Garrick’s face as Rhian penetrated him. Nor the long stare Rhian had locked on her when he’d lifted Garrick onto his lap and called to her. She’d never felt more connected to them.

  She’d never loved them more either.

  Chelsea dropped into the seat across from her. “Hi!”

  “Hi there.”

  “Are you dating Rhian?”

  Savannah’s mouth fell open, trying to come up something to say while her brain scrambled for an answer.

  Shit. She had to say no. Right? But she wanted to say yes. God knew it was a lot more complicated—and wonderful—than just that. Either way, she wasn’t sure if she could trust this girl with the truth of any of it. They hardly knew her.

  “It’s complicated,” she said at last.

  Chelsea snorted. “I guessed as much when it took you two minutes to answer a simple yes-no question.” She glanced through the window at her brother and Garrick, her expression serious. “I get it, though. Don’t worry. I know he can’t do weird shit. He’s famous.”

  Savannah laughed, albeit nervously. Chelsea was perceptive, but they were also doing a piss-poor job of hiding how they felt about one another. Savannah hated that they might need to be more careful. “Can we leave it at that, then?”

  Chelsea shrugged her acceptance with a little smile. Savannah wished she could read the girl’s mind and know she would keep them safe. Keep Rhian safe.

  “Ladies.” Garrick’s deep voice brought their heads around as he and Rhian sat on either side of them. Garrick handed Savannah a cup. “Latte for you.”

  “And decaf mocha with peppermint for you.” Rhian placed Chelsea’s steaming cup before her.

  Chelsea smiled at Rhian like he’d invented chocolate just for her. “You remembered.”

  Rhian shrugged self-consciously and suddenly looked not one minute over his twenty-four years. Savannah rubbed his knee under the table and he flashed her a grateful smile before settling in to talk to Chelsea. He leaned into the table to be nearer his sister, their hand gestures mirroring each other’s.

  Savannah enjoyed watching the show of emotion on Rhian’s face. Her heart leapt when he gave Chelsea their address at the apartment if she needed to find him. He asked about her friends. If she drove. Told her about being drafted by Moncton. Garrick asked a couple questions here and there, but he, too, was more spectator than participant, and neither Chelsea nor Rhian seemed to notice.

  Savannah jumped in when Chelsea mentioned she was going to Wellesley College in the fall.

  “Congratulations. You must be very proud. That’s a wonderful school.”

  “Thanks.” Chelsea made a face, adding, “All girls, though.”

  Savannah shrugged. “I went to Harvard and there were times I wished I’d picked Wellesley instead.”

  “You did?”

  “Go to Harvard? Yes. Or wish I had chosen Wellesley? Because that’s also a yes.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  Savannah smiled ruefully. “No hockey team.” She ignored Rhian and Garrick’s laughter.

  Chelsea cocked her head. “What?”

  “No hockey team,” Savannah repeated. “I wanted to play ice hockey, and for some silly reason, Wellesley doesn’t have a team.”

  Rhian cleared his throat. “And you were offered a scholarship to play for a Division 1 team,” he reminded her dryly.

  Garrick looked at her. “You were?”

  Savannah rolled her eyes. “My bothers talk too much.”

  “Captain at Harvard her junior year.”

  She shot Rhian a bland look. “You can stop now.”

  “Won the division championship
her senior year. Named MVP.”

  Rhian’s face lit with pride, whether over her accomplishments or his ability to shock Garrick and make her blush, Savannah couldn’t tell.

  Either way, she liked it. Chelsea congratulated her on her successes, of which she was proud, but right then it felt like her greatest accomplishment was bringing Rhian Savage out of his shell.

  Rhian sat back and watched Chelsea talk to Savannah and Garrick. His lovers had both gone to top notch schools, like his sister would in a few months, and they had tons of advice, happily answering all her questions.

  Rhian had, on occasion, regretted not going to college. Hockey had been more important, his ticket out, but he’d also been a decent student and thought one day he might like to go back.

  Maybe in twenty years when they finally kicked his ass off the ice.

  Chelsea laughed at something Garrick said, or maybe it was at the face Savannah made at Garrick in response, and Rhian smiled. It was shocking how much it already mattered to him that Chelsea was happy. Healthy. He wanted her to be successful in whatever she chose to pursue.

  He’d barely gotten used to feeling these sorts of things for Garrick. And Savannah. And here it was again.

  He loved his sister. And he swore he’d do whatever he could to help her through life. If she let him, he would gladly be her brother.

  How fucking scary is that?

  Rhian snapped out of his musings when Savannah asked if Chelsea had a significant other.

  “No, no one special. I had a boyfriend a while back, but we broke up when he left for school in California last fall.”

  Disappointment shaded Chelsea’s voice and Rhian seriously wanted to punch that foolish boy in the face. Hell, now he understood why the Morrison brothers were such a giant pain in the ass.

  His burst of laughter brought the conversation to an abrupt halt. All three of his companions looked at him like he was a nut.

  He waved a hand at Chelsea to ward off her frown. “Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at what you said, I swear.”

  Chelsea’s eyes darted to something over his shoulder. With a cry, she jumped to her feet. “Buddy! No—”