And made her swear the filthiest.
Yeah … that was the best part of all.
"Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck me. So good … it's so deep and so, so good. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel! Do it to me again. Please. Please!"
"Do what?" Wait. Rhett's murmur, like a drill officer crossed with a Zen master … that was the best part. "You know what we need, peach. Total communication. Tell him exactly what you want him to do, beautiful."
"I-I want him to keep fucking me like this."
"Like what?"
"Like this, damn it. Putting that plug into my ass, just like that. Oh, crap, just … like … ohhhh! Please, don't stop. Don't stop!"
Rebel grinned. "Sounds like a very good plan to me."
Rhett added his smile. "You're perfect, sweetheart. Open so wide like this for us … giving everything you have to us."
Despite the steady thrusts Reb kept giving, she blinked up at Rhett as if emerging from a thick fog. "Amazing," she rasped. "I've never felt this good before … so deep inside."
Rhett angled back toward her. Brushed strands of hair off her gleaming forehead before penetrating a deep gaze into her eyes. "Welcome to learning the wonders of deep anal, sweetheart."
Her lips turned up like a kid who'd tasted candy for the first time. "So this is what all the fuss is about."
Rhett laughed softly. Rebel probably should've joined him but the grin splitting his face wouldn't acquiesce by an inch. Without faltering his pace, he stared long and hard at her. Vowed to seal the memory of her face, just like this, on his mind forever. He needed to remember the gift she'd given him, far beyond her submission. The gift of her awe. Her wonder. Her total focus on the moment itself. In her awkwardness, she was dazzling. In her openness, she exploded his mind. Her newness had let him experience it all as brand-new, too.
But in many ways, hadn't it felt like this on the plane ride, too?
Would it always be this way with her?
No. There's no always here, man. You don't know even know how to do second dates, let alone always.
In a nutshell, he had to treasure every last moment of this.
With fucking gusto.
Harder and harder he pumped the plug. Tighter and tighter her body closed around it. Her whimpers began again in earnest, as her body pitched and rolled beneath him.
"Goddamn," he gritted.
"No shit." Rhett's teeth were locked just as tight.
"Tu me rends fou, ma belle. You're so close, aren't you? You need to come for me, don't you?"
She panted hard. Licked her lips in frantic swipes. "Yes. Oh yes, I need to-I want to-but-God-it's gripping me from the inside, and I don't know how to process-"
"Ssshhh." Rhett kissed her hard, quelling her sudden and obvious distress, but that didn't stop the tears it loosened. He dragged up, looking once more to Reb. Good fucking chance their stares were mirrors, filled with the same conclusion. Brynn didn't know how to process the next step. And why should she? Prior to a minute ago, anal had probably been good but not awesome for her, a necessity to be tolerated, not a pleasure to be celebrated.
It was going to be damn fun to open her mind.
He openly questioned Rhett with his gaze while sliding the plug deep in her ass again. Didn't mind lingering over the view, either. He and Rhett Lorimer Lange had traveled across the world and back with each other, but the last hour had taken them farther than all those miles combined. This … was a different galaxy. They'd landed in such a different place than what he'd imagined or expected, especially after their bitter fight in the kitchen and the setback of this morning. Yet here they were, in a connection despite dysfunction, a bond so twisted and strange and weird, making as much sense as borrowing steak knives from Edward Scissorhands. But did it matter? Their cuts were theirs and no one else's. Who cared who'd plunged the hilt or dealt the pain? He'd eagerly bleed for this man.
The pledge deepened his dedication to the next task.
"Leave the plug right there. Then take your cock and give her the orgasm she's worked so hard for."
He extended a rubber fresh from the packet-again, seemingly from thin air and again, nothing Reb cared to question-which got rolled on fast, despite fingers that burned beneath the heat of the man's stare. This was crazy. How many times had they been bare-assed together, in locker rooms and barracks and even tanks, boats, and planes? But nude wasn't naked. Right now, for the very first time, he was truly naked for Rhett Lange.
And never wanted to be covered up again.
And sure as hell refused to be ashamed about it anymore.
The resolution lifted him off his haunches. Reb widened the brace of his knees on the mattress, lending his posture even more power-forcing Rhett to get naked, too. He didn't give a crap if the guy kept every stitch of his clothes on but damn it, Rhett was going to bare his spiritual nads, even if it had to happen thread by thread.
Bleed with me, Double-Oh. Goddammit … please.
"Oh … wow." The assertion burst from the gorgeous redhead sprawled beneath him. With honeyed heat in her eyes, Brynn added, "Dear God, Rebel. You're-"
"Beautiful." The interjection was a fusion of misery and ecstasy from Rhett's throat. And it should have been enough. But if Rebel was the kind to settle for enough, he'd still be sitting on that rotting porch between Father and the hooch, staring at the gators slicing through the swamp slime. So he went for it. Pushed his fucking luck.
Fisted the base of his shaft, making it leap like a thing alive.
Touch me.
Rhett hissed softly. Swallowed deeply.
Damn you, Lange. Just do it. Just once. Please … please. Touch me.
For an instant, the risk was worth it. For that one perfect moment, the man cast off the shutters on his gaze-and let Reb see his truth. His desire. His blood.
Before he slammed the shutters back down, as vehemently as possible. "Get on with it." More words torn from the depths of his throat, this time skipping any pleasantry. Rebel went for impulse too, spreading a cocky grin, hoping the fucker held until he could extract the boot he'd lodged up his own ass.
Fine. You strained the boundaries and got bounced. Those were the odds, asshole. You knew that going in. Why the fuck did you expect anything different? Time to stow it, soldier-and give your cock to someone who's going to appreciate it.
His smile kicked a little higher. He regarded Rhett for a long, heated moment. Finally started working a hand over his dick, pausing every few minutes to squeeze over the crown. "Get to it?" He clutched in, pinching pre-come into the condom, letting the man see every inch of arousal across his face. "With. Extreme. Pleasure."
You want to admire from afar, Mr. Lange? Then admire this.
He shoved his thighs apart to widen her some more, while nudging his throbbing crown against her pouting slit. He knew damn well what this was going to look like from Rhett's point of view. Knew that the bastard would see his cock stretching her entrance, his balls pounding the pink toy in her ass. He hoped to God that every second was a torture for the man, too.
"You ready, minette?"
Brynna shivered. "Yes. God, yes!"
"Then hold on tight. This is going to be a rough ride."
She lifted her legs a little higher, securing them around his waist. "Promise?"
The laugh she induced was the perfect warmth to reconnect him with his lust. He was already hard as a piston thinking about this command performance for Rhett, but her passion was the right jab of lightning in this amazing erotic storm. "I promise." He snarled it into her ear, inducing her legs tighter, her hips higher. "Fuck," he rasped. "Oui. Oh, oui, ma cher. Tu miaou est vraiment étroi."
She sighed. "If you just told me I taste like chicken, forget about the translation."
He chuckled. Teased his tongue along her neck, his dick deeper into her passage. "It means you have a magnificent cunt."
She arched her torso up. "It's yours to fill. To fuck. Please!"
"Keep up with that poetic license, and I can't guarantee I'll try to be Mr. Gentle Minstrel about this."
"Minstrels are boring." She dug her heels into his spine, running them up and down the vertebrae, causing her pussy lips to give his stalk the hottest massage he'd ever experienced. "I prefer pirates."
"Well … aye." He reveled in the spellbinding copper candle glow of her irises. "And what a fine, sexy little galley wench ye are for it, too."
A giggle tumbled from her. She cut into it with a high gasp as he pushed his luck again-ramming all the way inside her with one decisive lunge.