Cleopatra … Ma­donna … Joan Jett …
"Do it." Rhett's voice, now above them, was thick with lust. His fingers dropped to her jaw, compressing in, forcing her mouth open. "Let him take you, little girl."
Brynna welcomed Rebel's tongue. Let him stab deeper, into the recesses of her throat.
Mystique … Poison Ivy … Bellatrix …
"Now spread your legs for him."
She obeyed without question, her body surrendering, her heart racing, her mind rejoicing. Oh God, this was so much better than she remembered. Far, far better than she'd fantasized. Especially now, as Rhett shifted to the space between her legs, shoving on both her ankles so her knees bent up. The whole time, Rebel continued kissing her, alternating between deep probes and gentle strokes, his breaths getting heavier and faster-
Until Rhett reached between their bodies, and yanked down the zipper on Rebel's fly.
"Fuck." It tore from the depths of Reb's throat. His stare sliced into Brynn's, intense as blue glass, as Rhett pushed his pants to his knees, freeing the stiff, full length of his beautiful, swollen cock.
"That's definitely the right idea."
Rhett's voice was edged with wicked sadism. It clenched at Brynn's womb, making her shake with need. She watched, enraptured, as Rhett wrapped an elegant grip around Reb's cock, and pulled hard. He did it again then again, growling low as French profanities spilled off Rebel's lips-which were then presented with Rhett's palm, now shining with the moisture Rhett had squeezed off his head.
"You know what to do," Rhett dictated.
Ink-thick lashes closing, Rebel licked the length of Rhett's palm. After a few strokes of that, Rhett curled his fingers in, forcing two and then three of them into Rebel's mouth.
Brynna was damn certain she would climax just from looking at the sight.
Her pussy was so wet. Her nipples were so tight. And God knew how her mouth watered-
A damn good thing, since Rebel paid the favor forward.
She moaned as his fingers slid against her tongue. Sighed as he joined a fourth to them, now fucking her mouth with everything except his thumb. That he used for leverage, ensuring that he impaled her as deep and hard as he could.
After just a few minutes, Rebel yanked his hand away. "Christ. I need to fuck her now, Rhett!"
The Viking rumbled low with agreement, though a needy grunt broke into it. When Brynna darted a curious glance as to why, she was treated to the sight of Rhett's own dropped trousers, his erection free, jutting at damn near a right angle to his body. Her admiration made his cock jump. He rewarded her with an appreciative smile. Brynn's heart did a girlish flip. The lips on that man could tempt a damn nun …
"Seems everyone's in the mood to fuck," he murmured.
"Thank God," Brynna countered.
"Yeah, yeah. Voulez-vous coucher," Rhett grumbled. "Let's go. Goddamn, I need this."
Brynna let out a husky laugh as he positioned himself between her thighs. "And I need you."
"Because you're on the dark, dirty side now." He angled up by just a little, using the space he created to give her pussy a harder smack. Then another. "And dirty girls get hurt. Then fucked."
"So do dirty boys."
She wouldn't have thought it possible, but her sex clenched tighter, squeezing out more of her creamy arousal, as Rhett knelt directly behind Rebel, a bottle of lube and a pair of condoms in one hand. They groaned in tandem as Rhett flipped the cap, then feverishly rolled the rubbers over both their magnificent lengths.
"Hang on tight, Moon."
"Hang on tight, minette."
And then, they were one.
Cocks embedded. Hearts pressed. Breaths mingled. Arousals built.
Higher.
Higher …
Surging. Retreating. Fucking.
Loving.
Nobody closed their eyes or even threw back their head. Brynna gazed up at her two lovers, knowing their thoughts as clearly as her own. All three of them had been alone for so long, wandering paths through life's forest lined by different trees of pain, hardship, and solitary trials. They'd stumbled, feeling lost. Fallen, feeling defeated. But always, always, gotten back up and kept going, praying that the other half of their soul was on a similar path, fighting along until their crossroads was reached …
Now, here she was.
And the crossroads was beautiful.
Not two paths converging. Three.
That was the way life rolled when a girl fell in love with a pair of rule breakers.
But the most important view now was the road ahead. The road. Wide enough to be traversed by three.
She wasn't delusional. There'd be twists, turns, valleys, and haunted forests, but now, she'd be sharing the journey-with the two people who'd given her the courage to break her own rules. Who'd had the guts to break theirs. Who'd believed so strongly in what the three of them could have together, they'd invited her to share their life, to walk with them in love.
"Yes." She rasped it at the peak of her passion.
"Yes." She gave it from the depths of her soul.
"Yes." She promised it to the mavericks who had earned her trust, dominated her body, and mastered her heart … forever.
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