Mastered By The Mavericks(69)

Rhett sent a nod at the man full of approval and adoration. Rebel  returned the look, seeming to validate an unspoken message between them.

Words Rhett uttered the next moment, in that entrancing blend of New  York and London, making her instantly glad she was still sitting down.

"We're in love with you."

Brynna blinked. Then nothing else. She wished one of them would pinch  her-or something even better-to confirm she wasn't dreaming.

"Both of us." Rebel let go of her hand to slide his touch up her arm,  clenching his jaw as he stopped at her elbow. In his eyes, she saw the  desire to go farther. "Nighttime in the jungle means you get a lot of  time to talk."

"About a lot of things." Rhett wrapped his free hand around her knee,  just above her boot. Her whole leg erupted in shivers from his knowing  contact. "Like about how amazing it is that we've finally opened our  hearts to each other-only to realize that all this extra space is  empty."

"Not empty," Rebel asserted. "Simply missing the element that belongs  there." He copied Rhett's grip, curling his long fingers around her  other knee. "The missing magic."

"The love of our lives."

Rebel nodded as if his partner had sung the final note of a beautiful  song. His eyes closed for a long moment. Rhett openly adored the  expression before tilting his head back toward her. Brynna simply stared  back. She struggled for words but they never came. They couldn't make  it past the glorious, miraculous disbelief flooding her heart.

"Look, we know it sounds crazy, but-"

"No." His declaration finally unlocked her own. "No." The tethers on her  tongue finally fell away … as the wings of her heart spread, daring to  hope, to believe. She grabbed them both by the nape, letting them see  her joyful tears. "I've been trying to talk myself out of crazy, too.  For four damn months … "

Rebel raised his hand to the back of her head. "Meaning … ?"

"Meaning I'm in love with you, too." She shook her head. "I kept telling  myself I was insane, that four days couldn't have possibly been enough  time to change my heart, much less my life … but I couldn't shove any of  it out of the way." Their gazes, so pure and blue, the oceans that her  soul sailed on, encouraged her to continue. "I couldn't forget how much  courage you two pulled from yourselves … the shit you confronted for the  sake of finally being together. Your bravery inspired the same thing in  me. Only once I realized how I felt, I didn't know what to do with all  of it. I figured I'd just been the naughty little fling that turned into  the wakeup call for you two."

Rhett chuffed. "You woke us up, all right."

Rebel smirked. "In some damn good ways."

"In some better than good ways." Rhett halted as if craving to say more.  His nostrils flared, then again-until a look of pure fuck-it-all  crossed his face.

He lunged, taking her mouth again. There wasn't a damn meaning left out  this time. He was out to dominate, and Brynna was so ready to let him.  She moaned from his raw, relentless conquest, giving in to every blaze  he brought to her body, every fire he ignited in her heart.

Nearly the instant he released her, she was jerked the other direction.  The dark command of Rebel's face consumed her lust-clouded vision, and  her lips parted, preparing for his kiss-

Which didn't come.

"Have you registered for the new school semester yet?"

She blinked, wondering how he could disguise such an ice bucket of a question beneath that hot, sexy stare. "I-what?"

"Answer the question," he growled. "Have you registered-"

"I heard the question." She snapped it despite his delicious pull on her  scalp. Perhaps because of it. "And no. Registration isn't for two more  weeks. How does that-"                       
       
           



       

"Good."

"Good?"

He flicked a quick look to Rhett. Seemed to like what he saw there, so  nodded and impaled her with his beautiful stare again. "We want you  think about finishing your coursework in Washington."

Her eyes popped wider. "In-what?"

"There are at least a dozen outstanding colleges and universities  between Kirkland, Seattle, and Tacoma," Rhett added. "They all have  extensive graduate and post-graduate psychology programs."

"Meaning there are also some exceptional group homes." Rebel's lips  tipped in a soft smile. "If you decide that Enya needs to be moved  closer, as well."

"Moved?" Her brain latched onto the word, then let her heart pound all over it. "Wait. What? You-you want me to-"

"Move." Rebel pressed the word into her lips. "Yes. To Seattle."

"With us." Rhett turned the kiss into a three-way thing, caressing half  his mouth over Reb's, half over hers. "Jungle down time also means a lot  of real estate dreams."

Rebel's smile took on more meaning. "It means a lot of dreams, period."

"We figured if we looked at a bigger place in the suburbs, we could have  a yard. A few spare bedrooms. One of them could be your office … "

"And one of them our bonus room."

Brynn couldn't help but giggle. "But of course. Boys have to have their … bonus stuff."

Rebel nodded solemnly. "Soundproofed. Halo and Call of Duty were made for cranking to level ten."

Rhett dipped his head, teething at one of her breasts through her  clothes. "I'm more interested in the other toys that cause level tens."

Brynna let a gasp escape, as much from joy as arousal. She let it spread  into a smile while Rebel growled his support of Rhett's assertion. He  joined his friend in pushing her all the way back on the bed. As he  coaxed her farther up on the mattress, Rhett busied himself with pulling  down-on her clothes. More gasps tumbled out as he stripped off the  romper in a few deft moves. Rebel nudged his nose beneath her bra,  teasing at both her nipples while Rhett made short work of her panties.

"You two certainly know how to make a case for your cause." She  punctuated that on a shiver, as Rhett climbed back up her body by way of  sliding his fingers through her pussy. Within seconds, she dripped even  wetter than before, soaking his fingers enough to leave a trail up her  abdomen, toward her navel.

"Oh minette." Rebel pushed back the lace cups of her bra, scraping his thumb over her nipples. "We're just getting started."

She arched into his touch. "Does that mean I shouldn't tell you that I'll be packed and ready to go in a few hours?"

"Who says you're going anywhere past this bed for the next few hours?"

As he issued that, Rhett demonstrated the extent of their point. From  seemingly nowhere, he pulled out a padded leather cuff and secured it  around her right wrist. As he did the same to her left, she instantly  felt a tug on the first cuff. They'd brought in some kind of  under-the-mattress bondage system before going downstairs to get her. Oh  God, she was a lucky girl.

As soon as he was done, Rhett slid over to gently kiss her on the lips. "Be good and we'll let your legs stay free."

Brynn lifted her head, instantly missing his spicy taste. "And if I'm bad?"

Rebel bit the curve of her shoulder. "Oh, please be bad." A light tap of  his fingers on her mound, and she was instantly inspired to rename  herself after every bad girl she could think of. Maleficent … Mata  Hari … Bettie Page …

"He's tempting you to the dark side, peach." Rhett ran a graceful,  powerful hand through her hair then Reb's. He lingered, alternately  caressing and pulling, letting her share his captivated stare as Rebel  responded with groans lust and heat.

She traded one moment's worth of a glance with Rhett, knowing his  thoughts tracked with hers. To think of how close they'd come to losing  Rebel … to being without the free, wild wind upon which both of them could  ride to the fulfillment of their fantasies …

She didn't want to think about what life would be like now. But nor  could she bear to contemplate it without Rhett: the mountain who gave  her his hardness, his strength, his unfaltering foundation so she could  lift herself up, arms and heart open, into the wind …

They were everything she needed.

Everything she ever would want.

"Brynna?" The whisper came from Rebel, as he hovered his face above her own.

"Yes?" She deliberately tugged at her cuffs, making sure the movement brushed her erect nipples right under his own.                       
       
           



       

"Come to the dark side."

She gasped, sharing breaths with him.