He worked himself in deeper … and it felt even nicer. Even inside other places. Even against the hot, tight walls of her womb …
She wasn't the only one who knew it.
"Christ." Rhett's teeth openly gritted on the word. "I can feel you, Moon. Your dick … I can feel it against mine."
"Oh, God!" Brynn cried.
"Oh, yeah." Rebel growled. "Goddamn, Rhett. You're … big."
Brynn spurted an adorable chuff. "No shit."
Rhett grinned, though a sound curled up his throat that was feral, fierce, and savoring. "So deep. Oh little girl, you're taking both of us so damn deep."
"Trés bien, ma chatte. Merci … merci."
"Yeah. What he said. That's pretty damn … fuck."
Rebel's chuckle tickled Brynn's nape. "So, is that the head of your dick, Lange, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Is this your pervy attempt at a hand job, Stafford, or are you just happy to see me?"
"I'm always happy to see you."
Suddenly, there wasn't a note of sarcasm in the man's tone. Gone, too, was the easy sexuality Rebel always seemed to have at the tip of his fingers and the surface of his thoughts. Oh, there was that edge to the words; it just wasn't easy this time … a truth displayed in every stark angle of Rebel's profile, as he sank in tighter over Brynn … tighter still …
And clutched Rhett's jaw again.
And sealed their mouths in a burst of inescapable passion.
As he pushed open the entrance to her ass a little wider … making room for the conquest of his cock.
If her screams had shaken the walls before, they threatened the foundations of the ceiling now. Like she cared. Oh, it hurt. Rebel wasn't a small man, nor was his erection. As he inched in a little more, she cried out even louder-
Only to have the sound yanked again from her mouth.
In a way that startled her so much, she temporarily forgot about the incursion in her ass.
It wasn't Rebel's mouth that absorbed her scream. Nor was it Rhett's. Instead of stopping their kiss to get her through the pain, they simply shifted it … expanded it. They invited her into their passion … and shared every incredible drop of it with her. Her lips were devoured by two mouths, not one. Inside those mouths were tongues that demanded everything from her. They danced and coaxed. Sucked and commanded. Moaned and growled. In return, she mewled, whimpered, and screamed, abandoning all restraint, embracing every hot, incredible moment.
They stuffed her, filled her, overwhelmed her-and it definitely wasn't the only place. Both their cocks were embedded deep, taking her completely in their pleasure … and pleasure it certainly was, if their passionate grunts and deep groans could be interpreted right. If Rebel's aim was punishment, this was definitely it. Rhett's girth alone was a lot for her pussy to handle; the added pressure of Rebel's cock in her ass was assurance that she'd think twice before skipping off on the two of them again.
There's not going to be an "again".
The thought slammed her like such a huge locomotive, all her discomfort was suddenly a small pea beneath a huge mattress. She wouldn't ever know this again? Be with them like this again? Wouldn't ever fly with the spiritual freedom only they'd been able to give her?
The tears tumbled before she could even check them. As soon as the guys detected the wetness, they slowed their thrusts and pulled back their mouths.
"Little peach." Rhett tightened his grip on her hip. "What is it? Too much? Do you need us to stop?"
His concern shattered her inner dams even more. She sobbed, watching her tears rain on his face, adoring him for simply letting them. "Y-yes," she stammered. "It is too much. But if either of you stop, I'll find both your Bosse Jacks and slice off your nipples with them."
"Holy shit." Rhett chuckled. "I've just met my dream woman."
"Copied and echoed." Rebel's cock swelled against the walls inside her ass. "Talk about knives like that some more, cher, and I may just build an altar to your name in Jackson Square."
She jabbed a glare over her shoulder. "Respectfully speaking, Sir, are you going to talk or fuck?"
"Just in case you're confused, Moon, the answer is B."
Rebel dipped his face again, his grin sensual and his eyes soft. "Thanks for the enlightenment."
The next moment, he was gone. All right, not gone-but shifted. Brynn moaned as he rose up, scraping both hands down her back as he went, until he was nearly upright behind her. She battled not to think about how illicit the whole movement felt, with his denim-covered hips abrading the insides of her thighs, but the effort was as useless as a rowboat against his massive pirate ship.
He re-secured his hold atop the two hills of her ass, digging his thumbs into the flesh next to the entrance he filled, spreading her even wider. He capped the action with a grizzly-dark groan.
"Mon dieu, minette. This is good. So fucking good. Hang on, now. We're almost there."
Almost there?
Before she could process the shock, Rebel sank all the way into her ass.
Pain. Pressure. Heat.
Fullness. Sinfulness. Nakedness.
Acquiescence. Acceptance. Surrender.
So many sensations layered on each other, like fine silks blowing in a gale wind, elusive and uncatchable. The gale wind of Rebel … grounded by the solid mountain that was Rhett. His body was like granite, his cock like the tree she held in the storm, keeping her safe so she could reach and embrace every electric particle brought by the wind too. She could fly without falling. Jump without shattering.
Fall apart … in the arms of the men she completely trusted.
Rhett, seeming to read that thought, beamed a smile that honored the Viking gods from whom he'd surely descended. "Oh, little girl. You're so close, aren't you? So fucking close. It's written in every one of those stars in your eyes."
His appraisal coerced Rebel to lower again. By now, he drove his cock in and out as feverishly as Rhett. His body was sweat-slicked, his breaths heavy sluices against her neck. It all only added to the erotic spell he wove with every brutal thrust. So deep. He was so deep inside the forbidden realms of her body.
"You've taken your punishment well, darling fille. Now it's time to accept your reward." He bit into the space just behind her ear. "Come for us, Brynna Cosette. Come for us hard."
She wanted to. Oh God, she wanted to climax for them more than taking her next damn breath …
But no.
"Not yet." She looked again over her shoulder at the pirate. Just as quickly, she swung her stare back to the Viking. Because they both already locked on her, their gazes naturally tracked to each other. A sweaty smile broke out across her face but she said nothing else, desperately hoping they'd connect the dots from there.
Rhett mirrored her grin first.
Just before Rebel erased it from his face by plunging in, fusing their mouths together.
"Ohhhh, yes." She sighed. "You did get it."
"So did you." It spilled from Rhett on a growl as he ramped his thrusts into her pussy. "That really made you wetter, didn't it?"
For a long moment, his treatment made it impossible to speak. "Yes … Sir," she finally got out. "Oh, God. That's so good … Sir!"
Rebel added another animalistic sound. The gritty snarl vibrated along the top of her shoulder. "Somebody has a very naughty cunt. And an even naughtier ass. And likes to have them filled by two dirty Doms with hard, pounding cocks."
"Who adore her so much, they'll even make out for her."
"Oh yeah." Rebel dropped in again, though not all the way. His tongue snaked out, laving along Rhett's bottom lip. "There's that."
A new energy flashed between the men. Rhett's eyes glowed, silver lights against the deep blue, as if Rebel had beckoned him to an arm wrestling match instead of another kiss. The competitive spark was sure as hell unexpected-or was it? And did Brynn really care? Her body was the willing recipient of the fringe bennies, fucked with greater vigor by the dueling owners of both those beautiful cocks.
Rhett lifted his head off the mattress, biting out at Rebel. "Come on. Come on." But when Rebel lowered, he still played coy, dodging his tongue, nipping at Reb's chin. Watching their sensual sparring had Brynn panting hard, whimpering in need.
"Take him." She blurted it, not sure if her intent was a plea or a command-as if it really mattered. Her body throbbed so desperately. Her clit pulsed so fast. "So close," she whispered. "So … close. Pussy … needs to … just take him. Take him."