Mastered By The Mavericks(56)

A shaky whimper unfurled from Brynn. Rebel felt the conflict through her  body. He slackened his hold, letting her turn toward Rhett, damn near  encouraging it. Watching that man's mouth on her neck and lips, taking  in the sure strokes of his hand down her body, did things to Reb's  system that did nothing to calm the whirl of his confusion.                       
       
           



       

Right now, he didn't even want them to.

He let Rhett pull her all the way up, mesmerized with the play of muscle  in the man's arms while fitting her chest against his, before drawing  her in for a wet, hungry kiss. Rebel rose higher on his knees as Brynn  locked her arms around Rhett's neck, sighing into him, using her lips in  the only way they'd allowed her to communicate. Rhett answered her with  a harsh groan, taking advantage of the chance to tangle hands in her  hair, commanding her head to one side so he could deepen his penetration  into her mouth.

A strange knife of frustration stabbed at Rebel. At once, he recognized  the problem. He couldn't see enough. Had to watch absolutely everything  they did to each other … for each other. With a couple of impatient jerks,  he peeled Brynn's shirt all the way off her shoulders. Buttons ripped  free as he did, pinging against Rhett's jaw then across the room. Reb  scooted behind her, anxiously unclasping her bra. Once it was detached,  he had to draw her arms free from Rhett's neck-

Pushing her wrists together at the bottom of her back.

A dark, savoring snarl escaped. "Dear fuck." He grabbed her tighter,  deciding to use the bra's straps to bind her like that. "This has got to  be one of the best sights of my life." He twisted the straps a few  times, arranging the bra so the lacy cups finally dangled down between  her fingers. "You're more gorgeous than the Taj Mahal, cher."

Rhett added a new growl to the mix-just before hiking one of her legs up  and over, so she fully straddled him now. "How about now?"

Rebel froze. Choked. Finally uttered, "Christ."

Rhett chuckled. "Not a bad view from here, either."

Brynn only made everything better with a longing sigh … as her shoulders  dropped and her head bowed. Still, not another word tumbled from her  lips. Rhett rewarded her for the obedience by cupping her face then  kissing her again, gentler now, not stopping until a needy keen vibrated  through her throat.

"Goddamn." Rhett pushed it out between heavy breaths. "So beautiful. Such a perfect little girl, aren't you?"

"She is." Rebel issued the agreement while rising fully to his feet. "But also one who hasn't fulfilled her punishment."

Rhett lifted a rogue's grin. "So true. And we know how this good little girl wants to do things right."

Rebel nodded, enjoying how his new pose kept the guy's stare engaged. It  certainly wasn't the first time Rhett had gazed at him with feet  braced, legs firm, and torso high, but it felt fucking great to see the  man finally enjoy the sight. Beneath Rhett's hot scrutiny, his skin  warmed, his nipples turned to rocks, and his cock hardened to the  texture of a dynamite stick. With the same urgency to explode …

"I'm going to do it." He hoped to relieve at least a little tension with  the command, but no joy on that endeavor. Instead, his dick clamored  harder at his jeans, the juice at the tip soaking through his briefs,  starting in on the denim. "Give me the paddle, Double-Oh. The last three  swats are mine."

Rhett's smile cracked wider beneath his tawny stubble. He leaned back to retrieve the paddle. "Won't this be fun."

"Stay there," Rebel ordered. Fun. Such an objective word. Oh, they were  definitely going to have some … just maybe not in the conventional  sense-or anything that they'd want to submit to Webster's in the end.  This was one for his personal records, to be remembered and treasured  for the rest of his days. "Now lay back, Rhett. All the way. Take her  with you. Keep her safe for me."

Rhett's new growl carried an approving hum. "Well," he finally murmured,  once he and Brynn were settled into the position Reb had dictated.  "Yes, Sir."

Rebel couldn't help an answering chuckle … though he made sure the sound  carried a hum, as well-a darker sound than Rhett's emission. "Ah … so  eager," he said with matching intent. He gazed steadily down at his  friend-while pushing Brynn's thighs wider. That done, he leaned over  them both. "Can I count on that attitude from you … even now?"

He illuminated the point of the question by reaching in, and unzipping Rhett's fly.

As his friend's eyes popped wide, he grabbed the throbbing stalk of flesh from inside.

As his friend's mouth dropped open, he pulled out the hot balls, too.

As his friend groaned and writhed, he stroked that perfect cock to full erection.

"Still eager to please, Sergeant Lange?" His voice was coarse-but he was  stunned he still had a voice. Admiring this dick from afar dimmed  vastly from the magic of getting to touch it himself. To feel the power  surging beneath it …                        
       
           



       

"Fuck!" Rhett's hands dug into Brynn's back. Against the edges of Reb's  fingers, his powerful thighs quaked. "Fuck, Reb. That's so … damn … Christ."

Rebel rumbled in satisfaction, running his thumb over the slit atop of  that pulsing shaft. "You're so goddamn beautiful." He curved a savoring  smile, relishing Rhett's violent jerks and moans. "Both of you."

"Thank you, Sir." Brynn smiled softly.

"Fuck you, Sir." Rhett gritted his teeth, clearly battling the urge to blow into the cage of Rebel's fingers.

"You're getting the right idea, man. Kind of." By the time Rhett's brows  leapt in curiosity, Rebel had reached into the magic toy bag on the  nightstand, quickly locating one of the packets of latex fun. With  economy that came from tons of practice, he had the rubber out and ready  in about ten seconds. But he deliberately slowed down for the next  phase of the plan, teasing the sheath over the tip of the man's broad  shaft.

"Damn," Rhett gritted. "Damn, even that's good."

"Looks good too, brother." As he stroked two fingers over the veins of  Rhett's hardness, he slipped his other hand between Brynn's buttocks … and  parted the intimate lips at her core. "It's going to look even better  when it's driving into this girl's sweet cunt."

Brynn voiced her version of an approval to that plan. As her  high-pitched sigh stabbed the air, the walls of her tunnel clamped over  his fingers. Fuck. That was so good. He might be the perv getting the  nastiest floor show in town today, but Rhett was the lucky sonofabitch  starring in the performance. This hot, tight sheath was going to give  his dick one hell of a fine workout …

"Fuuuuuck."

Rhett's groan, hoarse and guttural, emanated from the throat that  strained as his head rocked back-and his cock pushed the limits of the  condom. Rebel marveled at the feel of it, running his hand over the taut  latex, while silently ordering Rhett to stay in place by gripping his  balls with the other hand. Took his time about the torment too, rolling  the cream he'd collected from Brynn's pussy over the sacs that throbbed  and jerked, aching to punch that magnificent dick deep into her body.

Finally, he let go. The moment he did, Rhett let out a longer groan-then  worked his shaft to the cleft Reb had prepared so perfectly. "Ride me,  sweetheart." The harsh, almost hurting growl rasped the air. "Ride my  cock hard."

Brynn's cry twisted with Rhett's groan as he slammed her body down over his.

It was one of the best fucks Rebel had ever witnessed.

He didn't want to think about the true significance of that statement.  So he didn't. He focused on the pure perfection of the moment in front  of him: the two bodies blended in a dance so perfect and right, not even  live music could've made the scene better. Peach skin against alabaster  muscle. Smooth nectar against sculpted brawn. Soft submission wrapped  by dominant power. An energy so pure and perfect and right, it almost  pained him to think of interrupting-

Almost.

As he stepped back in, he reached for the sight that drew him the  strongest: the paths of pink bruises along the fleshiest planes of her  delectable ass. He didn't even clutch her roughly at first, simply held  out a hand and basked in the force of Rhett's thrusts throughout her  body, but soon, the craving to caress called too strongly. To rub in  deeper, searching for the heat that still danced across her skin,  exploring the welts Rhett had formed with his harder smacks.

When he brushed those, she shrieked the loudest. "Perfect," he murmured  in response, even dipping his lips to kiss a few of the raised, hot  ridges. "Fucking perfect." He scooped up the paddle from where Rhett had  left it on the coverlet. "I'm going to add three more to your  collection now, minette."