"And it was your sense of confidence," Ruckus mimicked Bran's move, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "that got me hot. So hot I could barely-"
Bran did exactly what RG wanted: he grabbed the back of Ruckus's head and yanked their mouths together, shutting Ruckus up with a kiss RG felt all the way to the very core of her being.
"Hell yeah," she groaned, sinking into a chair beside her, stare fixed on the erotic sight.
The fact she'd kissed those lips earlier that day didn't upset her. The fact she'd wondered what Bran's lips would feel like during their business meeting in his office, and then later at dinner, didn't unsettle her.
Watching Bran silence Ruckus with a brutal, hungry, and passionate kiss was like getting an injection of liquefied lust. She'd been horny for most of the night in their company, but now …
Whoa. Horny didn't even begin to describe it.
A raw growl filled the room, part sexual need, part surrender, just as Bran tore his lips from Ruckus's. She had no clue whom it came from but it sent a hot ribbon of tension unfurling through her core.
Jolting to her feet, she rubbed her thighs together and fixed the two men-no longer kissing, but rather, sitting silent with their foreheads pressed together, their eyes closed and their chests heaving-with a level gaze. They looked so perfect together. And she was little more than an interloper. "If you'll excuse me," she croaked, her clit throbbing, her pussy squeezing. "I have to … to … "
"Stay exactly where you are."
Ruckus's low instruction flayed her. Her heart smashed into her throat. His piercing blue eyes slid to her, ablaze with open desire, as he dropped his fist from Bran's hair. Bran straightened into an upright position on the edge of the coffee table, turning to study RG.
What she saw in his eyes caught her breath and sent fresh pulsing pressure to her sex.
Hunger.
"We're not finished with you yet," Ruckus said, as Bran rose to his feet, stare trained on RG.
RG studied them both, her heart wild, her stomach fluttering, her pussy doing the same, and then curled her lips in a slow smile and cocked one eyebrow. "'K," she said. "Where do you want me?"
*
Two monumental events of Bran's life were taking place simultaneously: first, Ruckus was his again; and second, he was about to have sex with his most important client, breaking one of his deeply held personal rules-never mix business with pleasure.
Both events made Bran's body thrum and burn with an energy absent in his life since the man he knew as Rick had shared his bed.
"I'm ready to play." RG's low murmur stoked the hunger searing through his veins. A dare burned in her eyes. "Are you?"
To some it would appear like combative aggression, but Bran recognized it for what it was-RG sizing up the players. He'd followed her meteoric rise to success in the male-dominated gamer world closer than any other in his profession. He knew her tactics, her strengths, her game play. She was a force to be reckoned with, a force who disarmed her opponents with unpredictability and subterfuge. A powerhouse of determination and ferocity. She was bringing that force to this moment now, challenging him.
He was ready for that challenge, and he knew Ruckus was as well.
When it came to sex, he and Ruckus were always on the same page.
It had only been what was in their hearts that differed.
"Bran."
He started at Rick's calm utterance of his name. No, at Ruckus's utterance. He had to get that through his head. Ruckus.
"Yes?" Damn, could his throat be any tighter?
Ruckus met his look with an unreadable gaze. "Retrieve the silk ropes from the spare room, please."
Liquid heat flooded Bran's groin.
"The what?" RG's question filled the silence.
Ruckus turned to her. "Do you remember how we fucked in Hell's Harbour, Reaper?"
Something enigmatic crossed her face at Ruckus's use of her online persona's name. "I do. I tied you spread-eagle to the support struts in the Seawitch's galley, climbed you like a koala, and rode you until we both depleted our energy reserves."
Bran's cock pulsed in his trousers at her no-frills description of what she and Ruckus had done-as Reaper and Stoneheart-in the cyber world of her game.
"We're about to deplete our energy reserves, RG," Ruckus said. "But I'm not the one being tied up."
Just like that, RG's pupils dilated. Her lips parted. Her chest heaved in a shaky breath.
Ruckus smiled, and then slid his gaze to Bran. "Don't forget the cock ring."
The heat in Bran's groin turned to steel. Hungry, excited, nervous steel.
"Now," Ruckus ordered, his Adam's apple sliding up and down the smooth brown column of his throat, the only hint the sexually charged moment affected him as it did Bran.
"The teardrop?"
The corner of Ruckus's mouth curled in the tiniest smile.
Bran's cock pulsed again. Ruckus was not a cruel sexual partner, but his level of control during sex came close to scary sometimes. At least, it had between him and Bran, something Bran found intoxicating and exhilarating.
How different would it be tonight with RG joining them? What would Ruckus do? Would he be gentle with her? With Bran? Would he participate or just instruct their actions? Bran had never been in a ménage before. He'd had women sex partners, as well as men, but never both at the same time. He had no idea what to expect.
Would Ruckus delve deeply into the BDSM play he and Bran enjoyed, or would he be more … vanilla with her? Was it even possible for Ruckus to be vanilla? In anything?
"What's the teardrop?"
At RG's question, Ruckus indicated to Bran to answer her.
RG studied him from where she sat in the chair beside the coffee table.
"The teardrop," Bran met her unwavering gaze, "is a stainless steel teardrop-shaped cock ring. It circles the base of the penis and cups the scrotum. With every thrust into something tight and wet … like a tight pussy, or a tight arse … its pointed end massages the wearer's perineum in an inescapable caress that is part pain, part pleasure."
RG's breasts heaved at his description.
His pulse quickened. "Are you ready for this, RG?"
She studied him, and then turned to regard Ruckus for a long moment. He could see the excitement in her eyes warring with an unreadable emotion.
Was it love? Did she love Ruckus, the way he did?
Was that even possible?
And if she did, how did he feel about that?
"So one of you is going to tie me up with silk rope, and one of you is going to wear this teardrop cock ring?"
"Yes."
Bran jumped a little at Ruckus's low affirmation. So did RG, a soft gasp falling from her lips.
"And then the three of us … "
"Go do what you've been instructed to do, Bran," Ruckus ordered, his enigmatic gaze fixed on RG.
Bran hurried from the room. It was for the best. Christ knows what would happen to him at the sound of her voice describing their impending threesome. As it was, he was on the verge of detonation at the mere thought of being able to touch Ruckus again. Touch him, hold him, lick him.
He retrieved the ropes and cock ring from the drawer in the spare room. Neither had been used or even touched since Ruckus was in his life. At the sight of them, Bran's heart smashed up into his throat and his gut clenched. He'd had sex since Ruckus ended their relationship-with both genders-but those times had been as vanilla as they came. Bran couldn't bring himself to succumb to someone else's control during sex, and the partners he'd had expected him to be as dominating in the bedroom as he was in business.
But now … with Ruckus … with RG …
His hands shook. His chest constricted, a vise of crushing pressure.
He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled a deep, slow breath. Calm, be calm. Before you fuck it all up and Rick leaves you again …
Hands still shaking, he strode back to the living room. Without a word, he crossed to where RG still sat, watching Ruckus. He flicked Ruckus a glance in a silent request for directions.
"Show her."
He did as instructed, holding out his hands. In his right hung coiled loops of blood-red silk rope. In his left, dangling from his index finger like an over-sized ring, was the teardrop.
"Holy fuck."
Bran swallowed. The raw sexual excitement in RG's whisper sheared through him, flooding his cock with fresh hunger.
"Are you sure, RG?" Ruckus asked.
She arched an eyebrow at him. "Are you kidding?"
Bran couldn't help but chuckle. Her feisty courage and fearless confidence was such a fucking turn-on.
"In that case," Ruckus said, "remove Bran's clothes and make him come any way you want."
Chapter 5
Her hands shook.
Ruckus had never seen her so affected. It churned in him a conflicted sense of power and protectiveness.
Would he be doing this if she'd admitted to being in love with him this morning? Was this some fucked-up way of punishing her for not being truthful with him? With herself?
He watched her, silent, as she gazed at Bran. Her eyebrows dipped in a frown, before she flicked him a quick glance.