With every thrust of his hips, Bran propelled her closer to the edge of sexual oblivion. And yet, even as her mind and body grew lost to the sensations consuming her, she prepared herself for more.
Ruckus was behind her, hard body pressed to her back, worshipping her breast, her nipple with his hand, fingering her clit as Bran drove into her over and over.
He whispered words into her ear, husky words of adoration and devotion, and aligned the bulbous crown of his cock to her back entry …
"Breathe for me, gorgeous."
It wasn't the first time he'd penetrated her anally, but he was the only one to do so. Trust. She trusted him. She loved him.
She loved him more than she'd ever wanted to. And now that she'd accepted it, she loved him and trusted him even more.
Which made what was about to happen even more intense. Because she knew what Brannum West was to him. She understood what Bran meant to him, why he'd run from their relationship.
She knew it, because she'd done her research. And now, she'd given back to Ruckus the one whom he'd never wanted to leave-Bran.
Ruckus's warm lips caressed the back of her neck, the curve of her shoulder. His cock pressed to her puckered hole. Cool moisture told RG he'd coated his erection in lubricant. The consideration for her pain and pleasure made her heart beat faster.
"Breathe, RG," he whispered again.
She did, a long, slow breath.
Bran withdrew from her sex until the edge of his cockhead stretched her pussy wide, and then-poised on the precipice of a moment beyond any she'd ever experienced-Ruckus penetrated her.
And as he did, as the exquisite pain and pleasure erupted through her, radiating from his entry to her body, Bran slowly inched back into her sex.
Their cocks filled her. Two lengths; one stroke.
Pleasure. Consuming. Overwhelming.
Completing her.
"Fuck, I can feel your cock inside her, babe." Ruckus's fingers grew fierce on her hip, his breath hot on her shoulder.
Bran didn't reply. Instead, he took possession of her mouth in a searing kiss.
They both withdrew in perfect harmony, Bran kissing her, Ruckus biting the back of her neck, and then-in equal harmony-embedded themselves deep inside her again.
Fresh pleasure flooded through her. Total and absolute.
She wouldn't last long. She couldn't. Not when it was so good. So incredible. So fucking amazing …
Wave after wave of building tension crashed through her. With every powerful thrust from Ruckus and Bran, she was flung closer to the edge. With every sucking nip of their lips and teeth on her lips, her neck, her throat, she burned hotter, higher.
She clung to them both, digging her heel into Bran's back as she clawed at Ruckus's hip and butt cheek behind her.
She was theirs, in every way. They filled her, pleasured her, and pleasured themselves via her.
Three becoming one.
It was perfect. It was right.
So right.
So-
Her abrupt orgasm blasted through her, savage and wild and bone-melting. She shuddered, her screams of release rising to the ceiling, and as she did, Ruckus held her tighter and growled to Bran.
"Not yet, not yet … "
The cocks inside her continued to stroke, to thrust. Bran's fingers dug into the back of her thigh. He buried his face into the side of her neck, his whimpers growing louder.
"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck."
Fresh pleasure rolled through her at his fraying control.
"Fuck, Rick … " Bran cried. "Fuck me, I can't … much longer … I can't … "
"Now," Ruckus said, slamming deeper into RG's back entry.
Bran threw back his head, his roar high and tearing, his rhythm frantic.
The sheer ferocity, the undeniable relief of his release lashed at her. She came again, the climax swift and powerful and unexpected, but oh, so very intense.
Bran emptied himself into his condom, Ruckus's fingers digging into her hip harder, his face pressed to the back of her neck, and he too came, silent and fierce and dominating as always.
His thrusts into her body grew wild, his breaths rapid pants. And then, with a strangled groan, he slammed into her one last time, his lips dragging over her shoulder.
They lay tangled and joined together for a long moment. No one said a word. RG's head swam, the truth of what they'd shared swirling through her.
Ruckus had declared this to be just about pleasure for the three of them, but it had been so much more. She knew it. Bran knew it. She only had to look into his dark eyes to see it had affected him as much as it had her.
His heart hammered in his chest, thumping against her breast. She could feel it, just as she could feel Ruckus's doing the same.
Perfect. The perfect threesome …
The thought slipped through her head just as Ruckus slowly withdrew from her body and climbed off the bed.
A soft protest fell from her, an exhausted, sated moan.
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "I'll be back."
"Good," Bran murmured.
When a warm washcloth wiped at her back entry a few seconds later, it was all she could do to curl her lips in a contented smile. She looked over her shoulder at Ruckus. "Thank you."
He winked at her, wrapped Bran's used condom in a tissue, and headed back to the bathroom.
She sighed. God, had she ever been so totally, utterly and incredibly fucked in her life?
This was so much more than fucking. So much more.
A ripple of delight and excitement shot through her. "Life is good."
Bran hmm'd at her husky murmur. "It is. I never thought I'd get him back."
A disquieting sense of … of … guilt tickled at her mind at his words.
Get him back.
"You love him a lot, don't you?"
Bran smiled. She had never seen such a blissful expression. Her throat tightened. Her chest joined in.
"Since the first time I met him." Bran let out a wobbly chuckle. "And more than I can articulate. Which makes me sound like a hormonal teenage girl and not the ruthless businessman I am, I know. But it's the truth. He was my compass. My reason."
She swallowed. The sounds of Ruckus moving around in his bathroom wafted on the air.
Bran's breath grew slower, deeper.
Her pulse thumped louder in her ears.
Mouth dry, she looked at him. His eyes were closed again, his smile-still there-softened by sleep.
He had Ruckus first.
The thought knotted her stomach.
Before Ruckus entered your life, he was in Bran's. An idiot can see how much he loves Bran, how incredible they are together. How can you compete with that? What if tonight was just … just … one moment of sexual perfection? And you're making it something it's not?
Ruckus was his before he was yours. He was-
The mattress shifted beneath her, Ruckus smoothing his hand over her hip before nestling himself against her back.
"Promise I'll try not to snore," he rumbled. His corded thighs pressed to the backs of hers. His cock-flaccid but still impressive-did the same to her butt. A shiver of pleasure raced up her spine, beaded her nipples, and yet, at the same time, she couldn't stop thinking about Bran.
Ruckus snuggled closer to her, sliding his hand off her hip to thread his fingers through Bran's.
In his sleep, Bran made a happy sound.
RG swallowed. The knot in her stomach twisted. They were so connected. Even when not aware of it, they were connected. Would she destroy that? A threesome in the bedroom was one thing, a threesome, a triad, in everyday living? That was something entirely different. Could she make that work? Could they? Or would it all end in tears? The phrase third wheel existed for a reason. Could she handle being the third wheel to Ruckus and Bran?
Could she cope if she destroyed their relationship? Was it fair of her to even thinking about being with them? Now they were back together, was it selfish of her to want to be with them?
Too many questions. Too many unsettling outcomes.
Ruckus nuzzled the back of her shoulder. "Sleep well, gorgeous."
Her heart smashed into her throat. "You too," she whispered back.
It took him less than five minutes to fall asleep.
It took her almost that same length of time to extricate herself from between them.
Neither woke, although Ruckus came close. As she inched her way down the mattress, his breathing hitched and quickened for a second, his arm curling closer around her with an action she knew was reflexive.
Finally off the bed, she risked a moment to study them.
It hadn't taken long for both men to fill the void she'd left between them. Ruckus's thick thigh draped over Bran's leaner one, his long-fingered hand flat on Bran's lower stomach, his forehead almost kissing Bran's shoulder.
They looked perfect together.
"Be happy," she whispered, the words barely more than an exhalation of breath, before leaving Bran's bedroom-and his home-on silent feet.
* * * *
The sound of a phone ringing, somewhere distant, dragged Bran up from the deep embrace of dreamless sleep.
He squinted at the bright light flooding his bedroom. What time-
"Whoever's calling you can go to hell," Ruckus mumbled beside him.
Bran looked at him, studied his sleepy face, his closed eyes.
Still here. He's still here. Back in your bed.
A hot fist of joy clenched Bran's heart for a split second. He smiled, before twisting on the bed to look for RG.
She wasn't there.
Maybe she's making breakfast.
He carefully climbed off the bed, not wanting to disturb Ruckus. He mumbled drowsy sounds that weren't really words, and grew still with sleep again.