Mastered By The Mavericks(37)

It was a jibe too many. The Atlantic-dark stare turned black. "Shut up and fuck her."

It sure as hell wasn't a request. For a second, bravado and resistance  were tempting-but why? So he and Rhett could get in a pissy little turf  battle over … what? He'd already won. He was getting to screw the  girl-while Rhett watched. In what book didn't that triumph compute?

Still, the awareness of those eyes as he turned and crawled up onto the  futon, raking over his back and ass, watching his thighs coil as he  slunk closer to Brynn …

Those eyes, staring as her breath quickened and her thighs quivered …

Those eyes, watching his hands slide over her knees then inward, toward the sweet, shiny folds of her cunt …

Those eyes, knowing his exact intent once his shoulders squeezed and his head dipped …

"Ohhhhh!"

Could those eyes see now, too? Did they watch her pussy transform to a  rich coral hue, as her blood rushed to meet Rebel's eager licks? Did  they see his tongue against her flesh, serving her in the most intimate  way a man could, moistening her tunnel for his penetration?

Well, Goddammit, he'd make sure they did.

He pulled back a little. Ordered from between his teeth, "Wider."

Brynna's breath clutched. "I-what?"

"I said spread your legs wider." He has to see. He has to know exactly  what I'm doing to you. How I'm already claiming you, inch by delicious  inch.

When she did, Rhett's harsh grunt stabbed the air.

Oh, yeah. You do see, don't you? Just remember, you demanded to watch.  So watch, goddammit-and imagine how good this tongue could feel on you,  Rhett. Imagine how good it could be, if you'd just let go …

"Rebel!"

Brynna's cry didn't just pull his sights back around. It honed him in on  the heat he'd started to crank for her, too. The sweet ridge of her  erection, juicy and hard beneath his lips, was just as much a turn-on as  Rhett's lust. Her tight whimpers and piqued sighs were an ego feed like  no other, especially when she responded to every lick, suck, and nip as  if it were the very first time he'd laid his mouth on her.

"I'm here." He kissed the word into her mound, just above her pouting  slit, before sliding lower, savoring the taste of every fresh dew drop  on her folds. "Right here, ma chatte. Holy Christ, how sensitive you  are … how ready for me … "

"Mmmmm. Aaaahhh!" Her hips lifted. "It-it feels so-oh, my God … "

She undulated, harder and faster, until he gripped her upper thighs like  a trainer taming a tiger, squeezing with an unmistakable message.

"Be still, mon chou."

"But-"

"Brynna." The unbridgeable baritone, booming from the man behind him,  ignited even Rebel's nerve endings. "He's right. And right now, he is  also your master."

The word hovered, suspended above them like a knife thrown into the  netting over the tigers' cage. Holding his breath, Rebel lifted a  little. How the hell would she respond? Would she let the blade tear  through and down, maybe just for this moment, taking a chance on the  beautiful wound of her submissiveness? Or would she reach for the hilt  of that knife and drive it back at Rhett, ensuring their show was  officially finished now?

Above him, a conflicted mewl trickled out.

He had to help. Make this a safe place for her soul, even if her mind and body still duked it out for jurisdiction.

He raised up more. Kissed his way up from her navel until his face  rested between her breasts. Freely, he tangled his gaze with hers.  Fearlessly, he smiled. Ferociously, he ordered the shadows beneath her  lashes to stand the hell down.

"There's no wrong choice, minette." He could afford the generosity,  thanks to the man who'd commanded him up here with her. When Rhett  became the dictator, he made it possible for Reb to take over as Prince  of Understanding, fading the possibility that she'd feel two-upped.  "It's still your free will, your safe word to call if you're over the  edge. But know this,"-he reached for one of her nipples, smiling a  little as Rhett's hiss sliced behind him-"you will go to the edge. And  it will be my deep pleasure to take you there … because that's exactly  what that beautiful man back there wants me to do."                       
       
           



       

A longer silence.

Rhett didn't make a sound-at least not any Reb could hear over Brynn's  urgent breaths. Her breasts jabbed even higher, corresponding with her  rhythmic kneads of the cushions next to her head. Her stare searched  into his again. Darted up at Rhett.

Before she jammed her eyes shut and whispered, "Yes, Sir."

Rebel let out an approving growl. Gently suckled one of her breasts then the other. "Thank you, ma cher."

A cute little growl sprinted through her chest, too. "Gee kids, just giving it my best."

He really wanted to chuckle. Kept it subdued to a lazy smile as he bit  her nipple, sharply enough to turn it into discipline. "Then that means  no more sarcasm. You'll communicate, but it'll be with honesty and  openness. Understood?"

She pulled in a deep breath-letting it out in a hiss as he sucked the  nipple again, this time drawing in as much of it as he could. He  devoured her flesh with deep, hard passion. "Ahhh!" she yelped.  "Y-y-yes, Sir!"

She noticeably squirmed as he slid over to the other breast, circling  her stiff peak with his tongue, preparing it for the same brutal kiss.  "Ssshhhh," he admonished. "Breathe, ma fille."

"Trying!" she gritted back-until he added another new element to their  play. She was so stressed about where his mouth was headed that she  never comprehended how he snuck his free hand between their bodies,  probing into her most secret tunnel. "Oh!" She stiffened at his first  determined lunge. Trembled as he added another finger, just as he bit  into her breast. Then as he released the pressure of both, went soft as a  buttered noodle. "Ohhhh … my."

"Damn. So hot."

Rhett's rough rasp came as a surprise only because of its proximity. As  satisfying as Brynn's arousal was his buddy's new boldness, for the guy  had moved close enough to scoot a knee up on the bed then peel off his  shirt. Fuck, his chest was impressive. While Rebel had to hit the gym  hard for definition, Double-Oh had the God-given cuts of a  linebacker-hilarious, since his job required the elegance of a  quarterback.

Brynn obviously agreed. She sighed and writhed while reaching an  admiring hand toward Rhett … captivating Rebel all over again. He wondered  when he'd last seen a more incredible look on a woman's face. With her  neck arched, eyes hooded, and a sheen of sweat on her brow, she was an  image of raw arousal and authentic need. No practiced pouts or coy  stares she "thought" they'd like. No being demure out of respect for  protocol, or preventing herself from crying out until she "obtained  permission". When she swung the look toward Reb, his chest nearly caved  in. Her awe and wonder mirrored his own. Everything had gone from zero  to eighty in the last hour, overwhelming even for a slut monkey like  him. But he hadn't felt so alive in a long time.

A long damn time.

He had to have more of her. Now.

Transferring his weight to one knee, he crawled higher up her body,  suckling her neck as he went. He rounded the curve of her chin, fitted  their mouths then plunged into her without hesitating, scooping her  tongue against his, devouring her with deep, primeval need. Beneath him,  she moaned with answering need. Her lungs pumped, her nipples  tightened, her body undulated.

"Damn," Rhett repeated. "Damn."

It was all the inspiration he needed to push his fingers back up inside  her, making her gasp against his mouth as her hips came off the  mattress.

"Twist them." Rhett's teeth were locked now. Reb had never heard such a  brutal tone from him before, though he'd been to two dozen countries and  nearly as many dungeons with the man. "Both your fingers," he growled  to clarify. "Twist them while you push into her pussy. Yeah.  That's … fucking nice."

"Not bad from where I'm at, either." He leaned over, pressing kisses to  Brynn's cheek and forehead. "How about you, minette? You still with me?"

She'd closed her eyes but nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes."

"Good, baby girl. That's so good."

None of them spoke again for the next few minutes. Just enjoyed the  sound of him finger-fucking her, wet and slick and rough, as their lust  filled the air, musky and heady and spicy. For a guy who relied on  breath control to disarm bombs at the perfect moment, Rebel had trouble  remembering what his breath even was. Wrapping his mind around this  awesome reality, pleasuring a woman while his best friend directed down  to the kinky details, was outrageous-and incredible.

And damn near unbelievable-as Rhett leaned in bearing another special gift.