Plugging It In(6)

His cock pulsed.

She reached forward, plucked the glass of ice water in front of her from the table and raised it to her lips. "And way more … stimulating than I'd expected."



       
         
       
        

"How so?"

She took a sip, holding his gaze, her expression unreadable. "I'll tell you after dinner."

And with that, she swung her attention to the waiter standing at their table and smiled. "Let's start with the Moet, shall we?"

*

Ruckus ordered steak. Rare.

He watched Bran's jaw bunch at the word. During their time together, red meat only found its way onto Ruckus's plate when he was going to bind Bran to the St Andrew's cross later.

There was no St Andrew's cross in their immediate future. He knew that. His body, however, didn't. Nor did his appetite.

RG ordered the forty-dollar burger, her delight at such an indulgent item on the menu evident in her grin and the way she wriggled in her seat when she ordered it.

She didn't touch her Moet. He knew she wouldn't. RG never touched alcohol. But she enjoyed the ceremony of opening a bottle of champagne. It was one of her childlike quirks he loved so much.

Love.

He didn't want to think about that problematic word. Not tonight. Not until he got his head around the very complicated suggestions his subconscious and body were making.

Bran ordered the salmon. He moved it around the plate with his fork, rarely eating it, watching RG and Ruckus with an enigmatic scrutiny Ruckus felt all the way to his balls.

For the first half of the meal, RG focused on the marketing plan of Virt.Real Distributors. Bran answered all her questions.

Ruckus sat between them, silent, cutting into his bloody steak, chewing it, swallowing it, listening to the words coming out of their mouths and hearing the unspoken conversation actually taking place.

A conversation in body language and eyes.

One that made his cock hard.

Really hard.

It should have made him jealous, the woman he craved with flirting-via tech speak and gaming terms-with the man he once loved, but Ruckus didn't do jealousy.

What he did was acceptance.

He wanted both of them. At once. Together. He wanted to watch Bran sink into RG's exquisite pussy. He wanted to sink into Bran's incredible arse.

It unsettled him; it was unexpected, but he accepted it all the same.

The fact he didn't utter a word during the "professional" side of the conversation didn't seem to rattle either of his dinner companions. In fact, by the time their waiter offered the dessert menu, it appeared both RG and Bran were so absorbed in their professional reason for being there, Ruckus suspected if he coughed, both would jump in distracted fright.

He tried it, just to see what would happen.

RG raised an eyebrow at him over her menu. "Don't think I've forgotten you're there, Ruckus." 

He lifted an eyebrow back at her, his heart pumping a tad faster. He slid his gaze to Bran, who studied him over tented fingers, lips curling. "Didn't like the vegetables?"

Ruckus grunted. In his trousers, his rigid cock pulsed. If he were forced to rise to his feet right now, the restaurant would get an eyeful of how horny he was.

Thankfully, RG ordered dessert.

It didn't surprise him.

"Hot fudge chocolate mud cake, please?" She smiled up at the waiter, who was obviously completely smitten with her. "A big slice."

"Make that two." Bran closed his dessert menu.

Ruckus let his own smile stretch wide as, still silent, he held up three fingers when their waiter turned to him.

"Now." RG's husky voice played with the tension between them when they were once again alone. "To the real reason for this dinner."

Bran sucked in a swift breath.

RG chuckled. "You already had my business, Brannum. Now, we're going to talk about my pleasure. Or should I say Reaper's pleasure-and your part in it."

Ruckus closed his eyes for a second. "Fuck."

She shot him a pointed look, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Busted."

He opened his mouth to explain, to try to justify showing Bran the backdoor-as it was-to the restricted area of her game, but she shook her head and returned her focus to Bran. "Ruckus here gave you the super-secret-handshake backdoor pass."

Bran swallowed.

Ruckus did the same.

"And," RG traced the rim of her water glass with the tip of her middle finger as she regarded Bran, "he would only share that privileged piece of information with someone he completely trusts, and I know for a fact Ruckus trusts fuck-all people. In fact, until tonight, I thought I could count them on one hand with three fingers left over. I'm one of them, his cousin is another-have you met his cousin? The tattooist? Insanely talented. Almost freakishly so. And so freaking sexy." She grinned, dipped her finger into her water and then resumed tracing the top of her glass. "But I digress. Ruckus trusts me and his cousin. And, as it turns out, you."

She stopped. Dipped her finger into her water again, and then brought her finger up to her lips.

He watched those lips part. Watched her place the very tip of her wet finger on the very tip of her tongue, before closing her lips around that tip and withdrawing her finger from her mouth.

His cock throbbed harder in his trousers, an impatient, insistent pulse that damn near stole his ability to think.

To his right, Bran shifted on his seat. He didn't need to look at him to know he was just as affected by RG.

"Do you have a question?"

Bran's words, uttered with calm control, licked at his sanity.

"I do." RG placed her elbows on the edge of the table and leant towards Bran a little, the position turning her already incredible breasts in the corset to the stuff of sexual rapture. "Were you fucking him at the time he gave you access to the restricted expansion pack, who was top, and when can all three of us partake in a threesome?"

Ruckus bit back a groan. Just.

He shot Bran a look, his breath choppy.

Bran leant his own elbows on the table, his gaze holding RG's. "That's three questions, Ms. Bailey, and the answers are not at the exact moment he showed me how to get in, but yes, we were in a sexual relationship. I was bottom-always bottom-and Rick, or should I say, Ruckus, was top. And as soon as we're finished here is fine with me."

Something Ruckus couldn't quite make out gleamed in RG's eyes. She studied Bran, silent, and then turned to their waiter as he arrived at her side, carrying three exquisitely plated slices of chocolate mud cake. "Sorry to be a pain, but we're going to have to take those to go, thanks."



       
         
       
        

Without blinking or any sign of irritation, the man dipped his head in a nod. "Of course, Ms. Bailey."

"Come here often?" Bran asked, as their waiter walked away with their desserts.

"It's my favorite place to conduct business not suited to an office."

Ruckus chuckled. "Apart from Hell's Harbour."

Bran gave him a quizzical frown.

"I've watched her destroy more than one rival game developer in-game."

A sense of pride washed through him at the words. When it came to her business, the business of the online gaming world-with all its subculture, unwritten etiquette, and misogynistic morons who believed the only good female gamer was a sexually violated one-RG knew how to decimate her competition.

She hadn't become the gaming phenomenon she was by playing it safe and being timid.

He ran a slow look over her. There was nothing timid about RG. Not on the surface.

Beneath that, however … well, her parents had truly messed her up. The fact she was so fierce was a marvel.

The fact she was so confident a testament to her strength.

The fact she was so relaxed with him, in all the time they'd known each other, not just since they started fucking, proof of that which she still continued to deny to herself.

Their waiter arrived back with their cake before either Bran or RG could respond to his boast.

As always, RG paid for dinner.

Ruckus had never felt like a kept man since their unusual version of a relationship began-he made his own very comfortable living thanks to his security work, and the off-radar government work he picked up via his cousin paid very well. Like so many of RG's actions and behavior, she did it because she reveled in being able to do so. Not for some narcissistic desire to gloat about her success in life, but because she genuinely enjoyed sharing the fruit of that success with the people she cared for.

Like him and the limited number of people he trusted, the list of people RG cared for was short. He was on that list, as were her brother and her sister-in-law, along with a few of her core coders, but that was it.

Would Bran be joining that list?

Or was the threesome RG suggested nothing more than a little bit of fun for her?

He swallowed at the thought, his cock once again throbbing.

Shifting on his seat, he let out a low groan.

Shit, standing up now was out of the question. Not unless he wanted to embarrass himself.

"Ready?"

He started at her question.

"No."

She grinned, approval at his blunt honesty in her eyes. Turning to Bran, she raised an eyebrow. "How about you?"

Bran laughed.

Beneath the table, his foot touched Ruckus's.