by Elle Kennedy
But there was something electric in Sloan’s gaze, something that spoke to Rylan directly.
Sloan’s inspection moved from Rylan’s body to Reese’s. She stood flushed, panting, and ready. A lioness ready to pounce. But neither of them moved. It was as if they couldn’t, not without Sloan’s approval.
And Sloan withheld that blessing for long, silent moments while the air grew thin, Rylan’s blood thickened, and his pounding heartbeat grew so loud it was all he could hear.
He was choking on his lust, goddamn it. Close to coming from Reese’s mere proximity and the intensity of Sloan’s stare.
Had he ever been this turned on before?
No. Not ever.
Not with all the partners he’d had before. Not with Connor and Hudson. Not with Jamie. Not with anyone.
If he didn’t get his dick into something, he was going to shoot all over the floor. His hand drifted down to his shaft, a movement that neither Sloan nor Reese missed. Reese let out a whimper of need, which snapped Sloan to action.
“On your knees, Reese,” the big man ordered. “I want to see his cock in your throat.”
Holy shit. Rylan moved his hand to his balls and squeezed, hoping the sharp pain would drive away the urge to come.
His agony drew a rough laugh from Reese, who was lowering herself to the wooden floorboards. Before her knees hit the ground, Sloan called a halt. “Wait.”
“Goddammit,” Rylan cursed, because Reese’s mouth was inches from his pained shaft.
“What’s wrong?” She looked at Sloan with concern.
He directed his answer to Rylan. “Put your pants on the floor. Her knees don’t need to be torn up.” Taking care of Reese was clearly Sloan’s number one concern, and he showed it all of the time.
“She’s not going to be on her knees that long,” Rylan grunted, but he still reached for the pants he’d discarded and did as Sloan ordered, because he didn’t want to mar any of that precious skin either.
Once the pants were in place, Reese knelt down and finally, finally put her capable hands around him.
Rylan closed his eyes and summoned up the last threads of his self-control. He didn’t know how he did it. He truly didn’t. When her hot, wet mouth closed around his tip, it was a miracle that he didn’t shoot his wad immediately. But he wanted to feel exactly what Sloan had ordered Reese to do—her swallowing him whole.
Reese didn’t spend a lot of time prolonging the torture. She obviously knew how close to the edge he already was, because she opened her mouth, made a bed of her tongue, and took him in. She paused, just for a second, when the pierced head hit the back of her throat. Long enough for Sloan to interject another command.
“Open your throat, sweetheart. Man wants to fuck your face. Let’s see what he’s got.”
She laughed again, and this time Rylan felt the sound reverberate around his cock. Jesus, he was going to embarrass himself.
“Rylan, eyes on me.”
His eyes flicked open at Sloan’s command, and Reese retreated.
“What?” He growled with impatience. His barely wet dick was twitching with need.
“You do not come until I tell you to. Reese has wanted this for a long time. You gonna ruin that for her by coming too soon?”
They stared at each other until Rylan found his head and his footing. He widened his stance, took a deep breath, and said, “No. I have a little self-control.” He gave them both a rueful smile. “Not much, but enough to give you what you want.”
He wasn’t sure who he was talking to anymore. The two of them were more of a unit than he’d realized. No matter who Reese ended up with—if she ended up with anyone—Sloan would always be there. And Rylan found he didn’t care much. Sloan was a good man. He’d pick that steady hand to be at his back any day of the week.
“Are you two done sorting out the rules?” Reese mocked. “If I knew this was going to be a production, I would’ve picked Beckett.”
That got Rylan’s attention. He’d waited too long to lose out now. He cupped the back of her head and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Suck,” he said.
She sucked. Hard. The hot suction made his eyes roll to the back of his head. Her tongue flicked over his piercing and then her teeth captured it, lightly tugging at the silver barbell and summoning a desperate sound from him. Oh shit. He wasn’t sure he’d survive this.
His eyes stayed open as he watched her play with him. Then those gorgeous lips wrapped tight around him and she swallowed him down again. The noises she was making were unbelievable. Delicate whimpers and breathy moans, as she took him deep in long, lazy pulls.
Rylan registered the sound of Sloan’s laughter. He looked at the other man with damn near helplessness, wanting to warn him how close he was, to beg him for permission to let go.
Permission. Since when did he ask for permission for anything, from anyone? He would’ve been angry about it if his dick wasn’t in heaven right now, wet and worshipped by Reese’s eager mouth.
She swatted at the hand he was using to cup his balls and took its place, squeezing his sac, kneading and toying and tormenting while her mouth tested every shred of his patience. When she released him abruptly, he almost wept.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she said. “Don’t stop until you come.”
He stupidly looked to Sloan again. Asking for permission again. Goddamn it. When Sloan’s head dipped in a nod, Rylan groaned and shoved his entire length inside Reese’s waiting mouth.
His hips snapped in a ferocious tempo, both hands clamped on Reese’s head as she deep-throated him hard and fast enough to bring stars to his eyes. He didn’t last long. Five strokes. Maybe ten, before his orgasm stormed through his body and spilled into her mouth.
She swallowed it all. Every single drop. The convulsions in her throat as she drank him down sent a shuddering thrill through his body.
“Damn.” Rylan licked his dry lips. All of the fluids had just been sucked out of his body. “Damn.”
“You okay, honey?” Reese asked with a cocky smile. Her lips were bruised and her voice raspy, and damn if he didn’t feel stirrings in his dick again.
His gaze slid toward the silent man in the corner, waiting for Sloan’s next command. Reese on the battlefield drove him crazy, but Reese in the bedroom was completely and utterly irresistible.
If he didn’t get a taste of her in the next five seconds, blood was going to be spilled.
5
Rylan looked way too tense for a man who’d just shot a gallon of come down a beautiful woman’s throat. But Sloan knew exactly what would satisfy Rylan. It was the same thing Sloan wanted. The same thing Sloan fantasized about every spare minute of every day. He wanted to flip Reese onto the mattress, rip down her jeans, and lay his mouth on her until she was crying for him to fuck her hard and nasty.
And that was the one thing that Sloan couldn’t ever have.
But this? He could have this. He could watch the woman he’d always loved find pleasure and release. The fact that Reese wanted him here, wanted him near her at all times, even in the most intimate of moments, made all his torture worthwhile.
Sloan turned his attention to the most important person in the room. “That feel good, Reese?”
“So good.”
Her smile told him it had been exceptional. She’d always liked giving blow jobs. There was real power in it even though the woman was on her knees. The man was at her mercy. If she’d stopped in the middle of Rylan’s face-fucking and asked him to go and kill Connor Mackenzie for her, he’d have found the nearest gun and calmly shot his friend and leader.
“Want more, don’t you?”
“Always.” A dark look passed over her eyes.
The need in Reese had always run deep. Sloan knew that Jake’s ability to let his emotions fly out in the open was the trait that drew Reese the most. It
was what she responded to in Rylan, and it was what she feared deeply. That her desire for more—more freedom, more pleasure, more joy—would endanger everyone around her.
It frustrated Sloan that Reese didn’t recognize this as her greatest strength. Without her vision, her passion and drive, this haven in the middle of outlaw country wouldn’t exist. Half the people inside the walls of Foxworth would have died at the hands of the Enforcers. Well, if starvation and lack of shelter hadn’t done them in before that.
“Nothing wrong with wanting more, is there, Rylan?” Sloan prompted.
The other man cast an unreadable look at Sloan, then at Reese. Rylan could clearly sense that the conversation had changed from sex to something else, but also understood that asking questions was a surefire way to put an end to the evening’s activities. By the way his recently sucked cock was making a miraculous revival, it was obvious that Rylan would rather have the building burn down than stop now.
“Gorgeous, there isn’t anything more right in this world than you getting more.” He reached out to cup her cheek, running a finger over her swollen lips. “There isn’t anything more right than me putting my face between your legs and making you see heaven.”
“Take off her sweater,” Sloan ordered.
Rylan’s features grew heavy with lust as he worked the sweater over her head and got his first up close look at her breasts. Sloan’s breath hitched too, because, hell, Reese had spectacular tits. Round and bouncy, with bite-size nipples. They were the perfect fit for a man’s palm.
“On the bed, Reese,” Sloan rasped. “Cup your tits and hold them out for Rylan. Show him how you like to be touched. How rough you want it.”
She obeyed immediately, scrambling back onto the mattress and positioning herself so she was facing Sloan. Rylan moved to stand at the edge of the futon but without obscuring Sloan’s view one inch. He appreciated that, more than either of them knew.
“Like this?” she asked. Her hands came up and curved around her flesh. She tugged and pinched her nipples until they were taut and erect, ready to be licked, nipped, and sucked.
Sloan’s mouth watered. Exactly like that. He wanted. Oh fuck, he wanted. But he was going to have to make do with his proxy. “Now her jeans.”
Rylan didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, roughly pulled Reese to the edge of the bed, and tore off the jeans, leaving her clad in a tiny scrap of panties.
“How wet is she, Rylan?” The words scraped along his throat.
Rylan ran his hands up Reese’s strong, athletic legs. As his thumbs traced a path from inner ankle to inner thigh, Reese’s eyes grew slumberous. Her face sharpened with desire as she watched Rylan’s fingers slide closer to her center.
“Soaked,” Rylan announced when he reached her panty-covered sex. “Soaked through. I’m dying to get my mouth on you, baby.”
She tangled her fingers through his hair, tugging his mouth close to her pussy. “I’m dying to have it there.”
Rylan reached on either side of her hips and tore the underwear in two with a jerk of his wrists. Sloan was surprised when Rylan didn’t dive right in. Instead, he watched as the other man pushed Reese’s thighs wide, opening her so Sloan could see every aroused inch of her gorgeous body—the narrow strip of reddish curls on her mound, the jut of her tiny clit, her swollen lips glistening with need.
“I could come just looking at you. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Rylan voiced Sloan’s thoughts, then slid two fingers down either side of Reese’s slit. He tilted his head to the side, glancing at Sloan. “You’ve never touched this particular patch of paradise? Because I gotta tell you, I don’t know how you can sit over there watching when you could be over here feasting.”
Yeah, it was torture, all right.
Rylan turned back to Reese. “I don’t want to eat anything else but your pussy for the rest of my life. Morning, noon, and night. It’s all the sustenance I need.”
Reese laughed hoarsely. “You’d waste away then.”
“I’d die a happy man.” Then he laid his mouth against her.
Sloan couldn’t see it. Rylan’s blond head was in the way, but he could hear the slick sounds of long fingers pumping in and out of her. Reese’s fevered moans told him that Rylan was touching her in all the right places with all the right amount of force.
Sloan knew she was teetering on the edge of oblivion. Her head thrashed against the mattress and her toes curled as she dug her heels into Rylan’s back. He’d seen her with other men before, but she was different with Rylan. Wilder, more out of control. Her nails gouged the man’s shoulders, and her back arched off the bed as she strained to get closer.
Fuck. He was so damned tempted to join them. He could slide in behind Reese and rub his erection in the valley of her ass cheeks. Hell, he could lube up and fuck her ass while Rylan went down on her. And all the while, he’d be holding her against him, his arm banded around her waist, her neck turned so that he could ravage her mouth while she rode his cock and Rylan’s tongue.
Sloan drew a shaky hand over his mouth and fought for control. He valued Reese’s friendship, and because their past didn’t allow anything more, he ruthlessly stamped out his base desires. Taking Rylan up on the invitation to join them would open a door that would only lead to heartache.
This would be enough for him.
And as Rylan took her over the edge with his fingers and mouth, Sloan convinced himself that Reese’s pleasure would always be enough for him.
It had to be.
After her moans died down, Rylan lifted his head and kissed his way up Reese’s toned stomach to capture her mouth again. When their lips met, it wasn’t in quiet, leisurely postcoital comfort. These two were still tense, quivering with unchecked need. Rylan’s erection hung heavy between his legs. Reese shifted restlessly beneath him, her legs swinging up to wrap around his body and pull him close.
Sloan could see her turmoil. She needed more but didn’t want to ask for it. Didn’t want to come off as needy. Didn’t want to even acknowledge that one tongue-induced orgasm wasn’t going to set her free tonight.
“That’s all you got, boy?” Sloan mocked. “Reese gave you the blow job of your life, and you’re just going to eat her out and go?”
Rylan tore his mouth from Reese and swung an angry gaze in Sloan’s direction. “Your dick broken?”
Man didn’t like having his performance critiqued like that. Tough shit. Reese deserved more than she was getting, and Rylan was holding back. Sloan would have to push them both over the edge while still serving as their anchor when they needed to be reeled back to shore.
“Leave him alone, Sloan,” Reese admonished.
She sat up, her body flushed, but Sloan could tell by the fever in her eyes that she wasn’t satiated. Far from it. Reese had a big appetite and he was tired of her denying herself.
“Why should I? This guy’s been talking a big game ever since he moved into our orbit. He’s been telling you he’ll be the best lay you’ve ever had, but all he’s done is get his tongue wet.”
“I’m being a gentleman,” Rylan protested, raking an agitated hand through his hair.
Reese coughed lightly in her hand to cover a laugh, but Sloan went for the jugular. “Who wants a gentleman in the bed? Reese, you have a new kink I don’t know about?”
“No, but I’m good.” She slid toward the edge of the mattress.
Rylan caught her arm and dragged her back. “Fine. You want it hard? I’ll give you hard.” Then he flipped her over in one smooth motion, so quick and easy that Sloan barely saw it happen.
Reese yelped and then struggled as Rylan pushed her head into the pillow that she used for the few hours that she allowed herself to rest. One more move and her hands were clasped at the small of her back. Ass up and restrained, she’d never looked more tempting.
“This rough enough for you?�
� Rylan growled as he yanked hard on her hair.
Her response was to grind her ass into Rylan’s groin. This time it was Sloan who raised a hand to smother the laugh. Or maybe it was a groan.
“Enough talking,” Sloan rasped. “Give her your dick or get out.”
Rylan snarled but tried to obey, as he’d done every other time Sloan had issued an order. But Sloan saw the problem immediately—Rylan had one hand around her wrists and the other in her hair.
“Then get over here and restrain her,” the blond outlaw bit out. “I don’t have three hands.”
Sloan pushed himself out of the chair and approached the couple. Rylan’s grip in Reese’s hair loosened just enough that she could turn her head. The desire in her eyes started to cloud with worry as Sloan got closer.
“Give me your hands.” His voice was harsh, implacable. He was her rock. Always, forever. Even in this. His brusqueness was what she needed.
Rylan released her wrists and immediately stroked her pussy with his newly freed hand, while Reese jerked and gasped.
Sloan caught her hands, pulling her forward, past the bed so that her upper body hung in the air, held upright only by his hold. Her delectable breasts swayed between them, like the pendulum on the big clock in the center of West City. Mesmerizing and beautiful, the vision held the men in thrall.
The hard-on in his pants pushed insistently against the zipper. Later, after Reese slept, he’d slip away and jack off so hard and long his dick would be raw for days. But tonight, his cock would remain restrained.
“Sloan.”
His name. Her lips. The sound was so soft, it was almost a puff of breath. He raised his eyes to hers at the same moment that Rylan plunged inside her.
Reese’s mouth opened. A gasp escaped. The hard slap of flesh against flesh filled the room as Rylan powered into her. His thrusts were measured but fierce, and Sloan couldn’t help but admire the strong lines of the other man’s body. The taut muscles flexing as Rylan knelt behind Reese and gave it to her hard.
Sloan’s gaze rested on Rylan’s tattoos, the random lines of black text inked onto that powerful chest. Some were done in an elegant script font; others were in block letters. No images, though. Just words that Sloan forced himself not to read, because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know more about Rylan than he had to.