Plugging It In(7)

Ruckus bit back another groan before it could fall from him. "That's not helping, Brannum."

"Want me to get under the table?" RG inched her chair back a little. "Deal with the situation for you?"

He fixed her with a steady look. "Sure."

Her lips curled. She pushed her chair back farther.

"And we're out of here." He jolted to his feet.

Fuck it. If he walked quickly, the other diners wouldn't be able to make out the mountainous peak in the crotch of his trousers.

RG laughed.

The late-summer evening air wrapped around him like a blanket as he came to a halt on the footpath outside the restaurant. He shoved his hands in his pockets, fists balled, and watched Bran and RG exit the restaurant side by side.

Christ, they looked incredible together.

Bran had had his fair share of female partners before Ruckus came into his life, but in their time together, Ruckus had never seen him so charged when in the company of one.

They radiated a sexual energy he found mesmerizing.

His damn cock grew harder in his trousers and he pushed his fists against its sides through the lining of his pockets.

He was in trouble.

Big trouble.

One night of losing himself to the pleasure of RG and Bran at once and all hope of walking away from them both would be destroyed.

Just one night.

This night …

"So," RG flung her bright yellow leather jacket behind her body and slipped her arms into it, "change of plans."

Ruckus's chest tightened. His balls did the same.

Her smile stretched wide. "My place or yours, Bran?"

Ruckus let out a shaky sigh.

Fuck.

He'd been with RG for months now, craved her beyond all others, even as he questioned his own ability to deal with that fact. He had planned to seduce her into admitting she was in love with him so he could use her confession as the reason for walking away from her, from them. So how did he align the crushing desire and hunger consuming him now not only for her, but for Bran? How could he want them both so much he could barely draw breath?

And how could the thought of not having them both do the same?

Fuck. Again. How the hell did he deal with the realization that when it came to RG and Bran, he wanted it all?

So much for life not being complicated.





Chapter 4


Bran owned exactly the type of home RG suspected he would.

An impressive and understated glass-and-steel construction built into the side of the cliff in one of Sydney's most exclusive suburbs. Its sweeping views of the harbor through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows were breathtaking, as was the exquisitely decorated interior, the glass-and-steel theme continuing throughout.

RG spied more than one piece of designer furniture, as well as a baby grand piano she knew cost well in excess of fifty thousand dollars.

She also couldn't miss the impressive Alienware gaming PC sitting pride of place in front of one glass wall.

"Nice setup." Admiring the three large monitors, she made her way through the living room.

She flicked Ruckus a glance, her stomach tightening at the relaxed way he crossed to the room's bar and removed a bottle of sparkling mineral water from the mini fridge.

He's been here before. Is comfortable here.

The fact both irritated her and turned her on, a rather surreal combination of emotions unfamiliar to her.

Holding her gaze, he crossed to where she came to a halt next to the glass desk and its gaming system, and handed her the bottle. "Drink up. You're going to need your fluids."

From the entryway of the living area, Bran chuckled.

RG's stomach clenched some more, the effect the man's laugh had on her body, her lust, unsettling her. Holy hell, perhaps she'd bitten off more than she could chew?



       
         
       
        

Somewhere between climbing into his car-a black convertible Audi TT-at the restaurant and opening the door for her here, Bran had transformed.

At the restaurant, he'd been a professional businessman with a sophisticated understanding of the online RPG industry trying not to let the sexual hunger simmering beneath the surface interfere with his professional business purposes.

Here in his home, however, that restrained persona had been stripped away. He still exuded control but he made no attempt to temper either the desire in his eyes when he looked at her, or his supreme confidence and self-awareness.

From the second she'd walked into his office that morning, she'd found him sexually attractive, but the man watching her now …  Christ, he could make her come just by running a slow gaze over her.

Add in the fact he regarded Ruckus with an equally hungry desire, and RG balanced perilously on the cusp of an orgasm without anyone even touching her.

Talk about insane. And intense.

Taking the water Ruckus offered her, she raised it to her lips and took a sip.

Two sets of eyes watched her.

Her nipples ached for attention in the confines of her corset. Her clit did the same between her thighs.

Swallowing the cool water in her mouth, she let out a soft "ahh," and wiped at her lips with the back of her hand in a slow drag of flesh over flesh.

Bran's Adam's apple slid up and down his throat.

Ruckus's nostrils flared.

He hadn't travelled with either her or Bran to Bran's house. RG had no clue how he got here-there was no sign of his car in the driveway-but he'd been leaning against the front door, ankles crossed, arms in the same position over his broad chest, watching her as she climbed out of Bran's Audi.

"Nothing will be the same after this, RG," he'd said as she ascended the small flight of stairs leading to the entryway. "Are you prepared for that?"

She'd looked at him, her pulse dancing in her throat. "I am as long as you're with me."

Crap, why had she said that?

Because it was true? Because it was hard to deny the truth when it stood directly in front of her?

The shadows of the night kept Ruckus's eyes hidden from her, but she suspected the raw honesty of her answer had affected him. He'd stepped towards her, cupped her face in his hands, and brushed a kiss over her lips.

Ruckus didn't do brushing-type kisses often. That he chose to do so at that moment spoke volumes to her.

And terrified her at the same time.

Brushing-type kisses were the kind of kisses a guy gave a girl when love was involved. Was she ready for that? Given she was pretty fucking certain the thing between him and Bran was more than just sex as well? 

"So tell me," she turned to the massive window in the pretense of studying the view of the harbor beyond, "just how long have West Wind and Stoneheart known each other?"

Both Ruckus and Bran flicked each other unreadable glances.

Bran, RG noticed, hadn't moved from where he stood at the entry to the living room.

Ruckus chortled, dropping into the closest armchair. At some point between the restaurant and here, he'd ditched the suit jacket, the sleeves of his black silk shirt now rolled up to mid-forearm. At the sight of the intricate ink on his arms, RG's stomach fluttered. Tattoos had never done anything for her until Ruckus entered her life. Now, at just a glimpse of his, her horny levels jumped to eleven.

"Stoneheart," his grin widened and his eyebrow arched as he said his online gaming name, "and West Wind have known each other for quite a while. As have Ruckus and Brannum. Stoneheart and West Wing first fucked in Hell's Harbour." He settled back in the armchair, draping his arms over its wide leather back. "Ruckus and Brannum had been fucking for some time before that."

"No," Bran interjected, levering from the entryway, an unreadable gaze leveled at Ruckus. "Brannum and Rick had been fucking."

Ruckus chortled again at Bran's not-so-subtle reproach, lifting one shoulder in a casual shrug. "You didn't look like the type to go for a bloke called Ruckus."

Bran crossed to where Ruckus was sitting. Like Ruckus, he'd removed his suit jacket and now only wore charcoal-gray suit trousers and a white shirt so pristine and immaculately pressed, RG wanted desperately to mess it up. Along with Bran's hair. And his control.

"But you introduced yourself that way. Why?" Bran lowered himself to perch his butt on the edge of the glass coffee table directly in front of Ruckus. "Now I understand the curious looks I got from your team every time I called you that when you were at Virt.Real."

Ruckus let out a sigh. "I got hard for you the second I saw you. Wanted you. But what kind of man wearing a two thousand dollar Hugo Boss suit wants someone named Ruckus?"

"You, or should that be Rick, were wearing a pair of faded Levi's and a SpongeBob SquarePants T-shirt," Bran shot back. "And I wanted to fuck your brains out there and then. Do you think I gave a rat's arse about appearances? Or names?" He leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees to stare hard at Ruckus. "It wasn't the way you looked or what you called yourself that got me hot, Rick, or Ruckus, or whatever the hell you call yourself now. It was your brain, your sense of humor, the sense of danger that radiates from you like an inferno."

RG couldn't help but notice Ruckus stayed perfectly still under the intensity of Bran's glare. Nor did she miss the way his jaw bunched at the other man's declaration.

And there was no way in hell she could miss how freaking turned on she was, bearing witness to the showdown. It was all she could do not to shout "kiss him already!" at them both. As it was, she kept squeezing her thighs together in a lame-arse attempt to alleviate the throbbing demand for attention in her clit.