Plugging It In(11)

He swallowed. As much as he wanted to say yes, he knew Ruckus wasn't after an answer. The power play between his former lover and RG was at its zenith-and to the winner go the spoils. Bran had no delusions he was a part of those spoils. Had no delusions who the winner was going to be.

RG might be a fierce opponent in the gaming business, and in the gaming world, but Bran could already see when it came to Ruckus, she was just as imprisoned by her desire, her connection with him, as Bran.

Ruckus would win. Who made RG come-Ruckus, Bran, or RG herself-that, he didn't know. But Jesus, the anticipation turned him on. 

His cock twitched again, growing thicker and heavier with every passing second.

"Fuck you, Ruckus," RG protested.

And still she didn't stand. Still she didn't unravel the ropes around her wrists.

"Tell me the truth, RG." Ruckus smiled. "And I'll fuck you senseless."

An image of Ruckus sinking his impressive length into RG's pussy filled Bran's head and he moaned.

"Brannum likes the sound of that." Ruckus looked at him. "And you do too. Your nipples are puckered. Your pupils dilated. Tell me why I was the exception to your one-and-done rule and I'll bury myself to my balls in your sweet, tight pussy."

Bran moaned again.

RG sucked in a sharp breath. Her cheeks, he noticed, were pinker than before.

"Why?" she whispered, her voice husky. "Why do you need to know?"

Ruckus leant forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. A smile played with his lips as he studied her. "I already know, gorgeous. I need you to accept it."

She frowned. "You think you're so goddamn good, don't you? But you're just getting off on the power rush."

Bran watched Ruckus's nostrils flare. "No, RG. I get off on you. Have done from the second we first met. The thought of you, your smile, your smell, your taste, the sound of your laughter, the sound of your voice when you moan my name, the sight of your shoulder as you shrug, your brain, your creativity, your arse. I get off on you. It fucking scares me witless, but I do. I should have bolted by now. Should have walked away from you, but I didn't. And now you've brought Bran into our little world and everything is more complicated than ever. And that fucking scares me as well, because for the first time in my life, the idea of complicated, of having a connection is more potent than the idea of being unattached. You did that. Bran did that. Bran was always honest with me, even when I wasn't with him. I loved that about him. Now I want you to be honest with yourself. I need you to be honest with me. I need to know … " He paused. Rubbed at the back of his head, his mouth. "Fuck, RG, everything is different now, and I need …  I want to get off on your honesty. That's all I'm asking for, gorgeous. You ask everyone in your life to be honest with you, because of your mum and what she did to you and your brother. Now, I'm asking you to be honest with yourself. Truly honest."

RG flicked Bran a look. She trembled. He didn't blame her; he was trembling himself. His cock, no longer flaccid, now strained against his pants. His pulse hammered in his throat.

"RG?"

RG turned back to Ruckus at his soft command.

"You can do this, gorgeous."

Do it, Bran urged, aching to hear her say what Ruckus so clearly knew she wanted to. Say it.

"Wh-what if you leave me after I do?" she whispered.

Ruckus rose to his feet, crossed to where she sat, and lowered himself to a crouch before her. He cupped her jaw in one hand, his thumb tracing the fullness of her bottom lip. Bran wanted nothing more right then but to do the same with his tongue; trace her lip, taste it, nip it, explore her mouth as Ruckus explored her body …

"Do you want me to?"

She closed her eyes, drew a slow breath, and then looked at him. "No. I don't. Never."

He let out a ragged sigh, his eyes closing. "Fuck, this isn't how … I thought I'd feel … "

"Feel what, Ruckus?" she whispered.

He looked at her. "I wanted you to admit how you felt so I could run. But the thought of running. From you. From … from Bran … " He shook his head.

Bran's heart smashed into his throat. Was Ruckus saying what he thought he was? Was he?



       
         
       
        

"Tell me, gorgeous." Ruckus ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Tell me why you broke you one-and-done rule for me?"

RG stared at him, her breath shallow. "Because I love you, you bastard."

The declaration sent a finger of hungry tension into Bran's groin.

"And?"

Bran swallowed at Ruckus's low question. His eyes burned as he waited for her answer.

"And I was hoping to shock myself out of it by seeing you and Bran together."

Bran blinked. She'd made him contact Ruckus, brought the man back into his life in an attempt to get Ruckus out of her system?

"How's that working for you?" There wasn't a hint of anger or malice or sarcasm in Ruckus's voice, just calm understanding.

Bran's heart clenched at Ruckus's tender response to her claim. It made no sense, but his reaction to the moment made Bran ache for him even more.

RG laughed, the sound at once a surrender and a confusion. "It's not. Seeing you both together, seeing this part of your life, witnessing it …  It just made me hornier than I've ever been."

Ruckus's smile stretched wider. To Bran it wasn't smug. It was … happy.

Ruckus happy? Truly happy? Another wave of hot tension rolled through Bran, and this time not just into his groin, but into his chest, his soul, his very core.

Jesus, if Ruckus walked away from him like he had before …

"Now, RG," Ruckus leant forward and brushed her lips in a soft kiss, "you can come."

RG closed her eyes. "Oh God, yes."

Bran sucked in a ragged breath, the sight of such tender connection stirring something deeper inside him. Something more than lust, more than desire. Something like hope …

And then, as he watched, Ruckus fisted his hand in the thick curtain of hair at the back of RG's head and took utter savage control of her mouth with his.

"Oh God, yes," Bran echoed on a groan, concentrated lust detonating within him.

He reached for his cock, its thickening steel demanding attention.

Ruckus tore his mouth from RG's, tilting back her head as he straightened before her, his stare locking with Bran's.

"Put on the teardrop, Brannum."

Fuck.

Dark excitement threaded through Bran. He swallowed, and dipped his head in acknowledgement.

Ruckus studied him, sexual hunger burning in his eyes.

Bran stood motionless, welcoming the inspection. How many hours had he wasted aching for Rick to look at him again? And now he was, more enigmatic and carnal than ever.

An invisible pressure wrapped Bran's chest and he drew in another shaky breath. 

Ruckus's eyes softened. A smile curled the edges of his mouth. "I've missed you too, babe. You have no idea how much."

Bran couldn't stop his hitching inhalation. Babe. A term Bran hated anyone but Rick-Ruckus-using on him.

"Now put on the teardrop. I want you wearing it while we both penetrate my girl here."

RG made a noise Bran could only describe as impatient rapture. She gazed up at Ruckus, eyes half-shuttered, lips parted and still glistening from his kiss. Her exposed breasts heaved, their creamy-smooth forms spilling over the top of her corset.

Never had Bran witnessed such an image of absolute pleasure and sexual perfection.

"Are you … " He stopped as she turned her gaze on him. His cock pulsed. If he didn't get the teardrop on soon, he'd be too fucking hard. "Are you okay with me … with us … "

"Are you kidding, West Wind?" Her use of his Hell's Harbour name made his body thrum. "Do you see me kicking Ruckus in the nuts for suggesting it?"

Ruckus's answering chuckle made Bran look at him.

He met Bran's stare. "Feelings come later, Brannum. What's in our hearts? Later. Right now? This is about base, elemental pleasure. For the three of us. Put the ring on, babe."

Bran put the ring on.

Ruckus slid his hands under RG's butt and hauled her up from the chair, slamming their bodies together.

She gasped. He captured the excited sound with his mouth, seeking out her tongue with his as he kneaded her backside. He'd coveted her arse from the moment they'd first met. The first time he cupped its toned curves, the first time he parted her round cheeks and explored the tight entry he'd revealed, he'd almost shot his load there and then.

Like everything with RG, her arse was a thing of rebellious beauty. When she'd told him she had a dragon tat on her arse-the second time they'd ever had anything to do with each other-he'd assumed she meant some clichéd Chinese dragon, or equally clichéd European dragon. When-months later-he finally got to see her naked backside, he'd chuckled at the adorably cute black dragon with large green eyes from the successful kids' movie. He should have known RG Bailey would never be clichéd.

He hadn't realized it until now, but that was the very moment he'd fallen in love with her.

All that time thinking he was still in control of his emotional connection to her and he'd been fooling himself. Just as he had been fooling himself that he didn't need Bran in his life any longer.