Plugging It In(17)

Breaking the speed limit still meant it too her longer to get to Bran's house than she wanted. Pulling to a halt behind Ruckus's Range Rover, she studied Bran's home.

The house sat quiet. So did the Rover.

RG gripped the steering wheel, studying the closed front door. "Okay, kiddo. This is where your life becomes so much more exciting."

Whispered pep talk over, she climbed from the Wrangler, closed the door, and made her way to the house.

Bran opened it in seventeen seconds.

She flashed him a smile. "Surprise."

Behind him, his stare locked on her face, stood Ruckus. "Mother fucker, you were there, weren't you?"

She didn't bother answering.

Heart pounding, she stepped across the threshold and closed the door. 

Both men studied her.

Her heart kicked up a notch. "This is the way it's going to go."

Neither spoke. They stepped aside as she strode into Bran's living room, following her into the opulent space.

Reaching the sofa, she flicked them a small smile over her shoulder. "We're going to do this. I want to do this. You have no fucking idea how much I want to do this. But we're doing it by my rules. Understand? I'm in control. Not you." She slid her gaze to Bran. "And definitely not you."

Ruckus's jaw bunched as she arched an eyebrow at him. "What rules are they?" he asked, voice calm and steady.

A shiver rippled up her spine. Such a sexy goddamn voice-low and deep and scratchy.

Lowering herself onto the sofa, she stretched her arms out along the back, draped one leg over the other knee, and swung her foot back and forth. "Nothing but honesty. Truthfulness. If someone is feeling slighted or jealous for even a moment, they let the rest of us know. Got it?"

Bran's Adam's apple moved up and down his throat. She'd kiss that throat later. It was entirely too smooth and perfect not to.

"Also," she went on, studying the toe of her boot-Kermit-green patent leather Doc Martens, "no more of this secretive past, mysterious broodiness allowed. The second thing we're going to do is sit right down and have a nice long chat about ourselves. Get all our skeletons out of our closets once and for all. We do this, we do it right. We do it as a threesome, a triad, in every sense of the word. Capisca?"

"What's the first thing we're going to do?"

She smiled at Ruckus's question, uncrossed her legs, and leant towards them. "Fuck like rabbits. Until none of us can stand."

Bran's swift inhalation sent a hot lick of delight into her core.

"Until none of us can stand," Ruckus echoed. "I'm okay with that. Brannum?"

"I'm okay with that too."

RG grinned, settling back into the sofa again. "Good. Now, let's begin. Bran? Get the rope."

Ruckus's jaw bunched again. "Who's getting tied up?"

She swung her foot. "You, big boy."

"Oh God, yes," Bran whispered.

He hurried from the living room.

Ruckus stood motionless. "Are you sure about this?"

She pushed herself to her feet and closed the distance between them. "I love you, Ruckus. I can't fight it. And I love that you love Bran as well as me. It doesn't faze me or freak me out in the slightest."

"Then why did you leave us?"

She let out a sigh. "Long story short: because I thought you probably would have been better without me."

He shook his head. "I'm better with you, gorgeous. And the very fact I'm better with you, makes me better with Bran as well."

"I can see that."

Ruckus studied her for a moment. "What's your brother think of all this?"

"He approves."

Ruckus's eyebrows rose. A fraction.

She grinned. "And told me to remind you he expects us all at his house so he can meet Bran. ASAP. As soon as we finish fucking."

The edges of Ruckus's lips curled. "Which will take how long, exactly?"

"Until none of us can stand."

His smile stretched wide. "Damn good thing we all bloody fit, isn't it."

Before she could respond, Bran walked back into the room.

Ruckus drew in a sharp breath, his stare tracking Bran as he strode towards him.

Body thrumming with an urgency she couldn't deny, she stepped a little to the side. "Remove Ruckus's jeans, Bran."



       
         
       
        

Ruckus's eyes fluttered closed, but not before she saw his pupils dilate.

The unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering played with her senses, followed by a low groan deep in Ruckus's chest.

"I don't think I could ever get sick of your dick, Ruckus," Bran murmured, trailing his fingers up and down Ruckus's thick, hard length, now jutting free of his open jeans.

Ruckus groaned again. A muscle ticked just below his eye.

RG couldn't help but smile. Her lover was having a very tough time restraining himself.

"Me either, Bran," she said as Ruckus opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

Her pulse quickened. The junction of her thighs grew damp. The raw hunger in Ruckus's eyes, the carnal lust …

"Lick Ruckus's cock, Bran," she ordered, holding Ruckus's stare.

Bran smoothed his hands beneath Ruckus's jeans, and inched them down over his hips.

They fell to the floor in a puddle of worn denim.

That muscle in Ruckus's cheek ticked again as Bran lowered himself to his knees and took Ruckus's erection in one firm hand.

Ruckus trembled, hands balling at his side. "Fuck me. That feels so good."

Bran looked up at him. "Groan again for me, Ruckus."

Ruckus crossed his arms over his chest and didn't make a sound.

RG laughed. "Bran, make Ruckus groan again."

Bran leant forward and flicked his tongue over the tip of Ruckus's cock.

A shaky groan tore the air as Ruckus dropped back his head and stared at the ceiling.

Bran uttered an equally raw noise, and then completely enclosed Ruckus's cock with his mouth.

Liquid heat pooled in her pussy at the incredible sight. She drew in a quick breath, her clit throbbing.

So goddamn incredible …

"Are you just going to watch, gorgeous?"

At Ruckus's rasped question, she bent at the waist and retrieved the red silk rope now on the floor beside Bran's knees.

"Not even close, Ruckus." She moved to stand behind him, trailing her fingers over his jaw before pressing her body to his back and nipping his earlobe with her teeth. "Now give me your wrists."

He didn't move. At his feet, Bran looked up at them both, waiting …

They'd had a lot of wild sex together, she and Ruckus, but she'd never tied him up. She'd never taken control, denied him control so blatantly.

"Do you trust me?" Damn it, her throat didn't seem to want to work properly.

"Like no one else."

He moved his wrists behind his back.

"Make him come, West Wind," she instructed Bran. "Make him blow his fucking load." 

Bran's answering growl was as ragged as Ruckus's intake of breath.

RG smiled. Everything was perfect. Wild and real and honest and perfect. The beginning of something new. Something profound.

She and Bran and Ruckus. Together.

Game on, baby. Game on.





The End


Thank you for reading!

Dear Reader,

I had lots of fun writing Plugging It In, although Ruckus was a pain in the arse character who kept a lot of himself secret. I really needed to do some digging with him. I hope you enjoyed reading the fourth book in the Stimulated series. If you'd like to see just why Ruckus's cousin, Lincoln, is so damn mysterious … and sexy, let me know. His story, Rubbing It Out will be coming soon.





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Sydney, Australia

Heartburn sucked. Even for a dragon shifter.

Tyson Conley pressed the heel of his palm to his sternum and rubbed in a slow circular motion, knowing it would do sweet F.A. to relieve the pain. This is what he got for eating spicy meatball pizza. Every friggin' time, he ended up in hell. At some stage of the game he was going to learn his lesson.

He could already feel the insidious heat radiating up through his throat from his chest, but whereas a human would pop a Mylanta or two and be done with it, he was now in for a scorcher of a time. Thankfully he couldn't exhale fire in his human form, but that didn't stop the inferno in his chest from making him wish he were dead. Damn, it felt like the lining of his digestive tract was being scalded to hell.

Ty let out a growl, a thoroughly bestial sound that made the old duck sitting at the table next to his flinch. She stared at him, washed-out blue eyes wide behind her thick glasses.

He gave her an apologetic smile, fighting the urge to fidget in his chair. "Sorry." He pushed the remains of his pizza away. He was done. If Ryan ever turned up, he could eat the rest of the damn thing. As far as Tyson was aware, spicy meatballs only made his younger brother more-

A million pinpricks of fire raced abruptly over Tyson's flesh. Then another million. His breath caught, his mouth went dry and, despite feeling like he was about to spontaneously combust, he felt frozen.

What the hell?

The old duck beside him glared, thin mouth puckered with disapproving disdain. He must have made a noise to warrant her obvious ire once more. What it was, though, he didn't have a bloody clue. Another growl? A groan?

Invisible fire swept over his skin again, hotter this time-so much hotter. And purposeful. Shooting over his skin like an inferno until his dick was so fucking hard he wanted to cry out in pain. And pleasure. Oh God, did he want to cry out in pleasure.