Grant clapped Reid on the back. “I’m sorry that’s what brought you here, but at least now you can indulge in what comes naturally to you. And what obviously comes naturally to her as well.” He nodded at Brynn. “Now, don’t let me hold you up any longer. Enjoy your evening. And make sure to let the staff know if you need any additional equipment in your room. Most requests can be accommodated here.”
He shook Grant’s hand. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Too bad he couldn’t request that Grant deliver his star witness to his doorstep. Now that would be first-class service.
Although if that happened tonight, Reid’s chance to touch Brynn again would be lost. The second she found out he was there to use her sister for Hank’s appeal, any truce they’d forged over the last few days would go up in flames. Brynn would officially hate him forever.
Dread settled in his stomach. For the first time since he’d discovered the evidence, he found himself not so jazzed about locating the youngest LeBreck.
Brynn shivered as Reid sidled up next to her and slipped a hand around her waist. “Y’all okay with moving this to private quarters?”
She nodded, relieved to know they’d at least be alone if she freaked out. “Yes, sir.”
Jace smiled. “Lead the way, brother.”
Reid guided her through the crowd and toward a back door. A noticeable tension rolled off his stance, his jaw steadily clenching and unclenching. She glanced back at Grant and quickly shifted her eyes downward when she saw the owner’s gaze hadn’t left them. She tilted her head toward Reid’s ear. “Is everything okay? Did Grant say something?”
He pulled her tighter against him. “Everything’s fine, sugar. He said you were a born sub. Doesn’t suspect anything.”
Her shoulders drooped in relief. Guess she’d been convincing. Not that she’d had to act. Reid and Jace had brought her past the edge of conscious control. Never had she felt so purely carnal, so worshipped and desired. And there was more to come.
Her knees wobbled at the thought. She’d managed to avoid a panic attack so far, but she feared the boys weren’t going to leave the toys in the cabin unused. If she could stay focused on the pleasure, on the fact that these two men wouldn’t harm her, maybe she could get past the whole thing altogether. Conquer the panic, the flashbacks, the nightmares.
The three of them walked in silence through the quiet night. Without the pounding music and flashing lights, their triad suddenly seemed all the more intimate—Reid with his arm around her, Jace on the other side, clasping her hand. A little current of warmth, having nothing to do with sex, moved through her. She bit her lip. Stop it. This wasn’t real. This was an act—a means to an end. When the sun rose three days from now, life would go back to normal. She couldn’t let herself forget that.Author: Roni Loren
They reached the cabin, and Reid released her to insert his key into the door. Jace let her step in front of him and before the door had even clicked shut, Reid yanked her against his solid chest, and Jace closed in behind her, pressing his heat against her back. She had no time to question, think, or second-guess. A fact for which she was grateful.
Reid’s lips sought hers, and Jace’s mouth feasted on her neck and shoulders. Being sandwiched between the two virile men sent all sentimental feelings draining out of her and desire fired up anew. Dual erections brushed her front and back, and she ground against them.
Reid broke from the kiss, his breaths ragged, his cool control fraying. “You’ve got too much fucking clothes on. Fix that, LeBreck.”
“But leave the boots on,” Jace added, a smile in his voice.
Reid stepped back and Jace joined him in front of her. Both crossed their arms over their chests, waiting, watching. The low lamplight in the room played off the angles in their faces, casting them in shadows, making the two of them look even more foreboding. She hugged herself, rubbing a chill off her arms. “Aren’t y’all going to undress, too?”
The corner of Reid’s mouth lifted. “All in good time, sugar. In fact, maybe we’ll let you do that for us.”
Her gaze traced over them—the two friends a study in contrast—dark and light, intense and carefree. But all nice to look at. She looked forward to unwrapping each one of them to see what lay beneath their clothes.
With shaking hands, she made quick work of unlacing her top and shimmying out of her leather skirt. Her panties hadn’t made it back on—they were probably tucked in some cushion of the couch in the club. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes and stood their stark naked before them, save for the boots. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, lifting them first to cross over her, then dropping them at her sides.
Jace’s hungry look slid shamelessly over her, and Reid’s fingers flexed as if he were having a hard time not reaching out to touch her. Reid took her hand and pulled her closer to them. “God, you’re beautiful. Even better than I remember.”
She knew he had to say something like that so she would feel confident enough to stand there and not dash to cover up. But for some reason, she believed he wasn’t feeding her a line. Her cheeks warmed and she lowered her eyes. “Thanks, Reid. I, uh, I mean, sir.”
He put his finger beneath her chin and tilted her face toward him. “No, it’s okay. I like the sound of my name on your lips. Feel free to scream it later.”
A small smile fought to show itself—some things hadn’t changed. The more turned-on he got, the cockier he became. Somehow she found that little glimpse of the boy she used to know comforting. He ticked his head in Jace’s direction. “Why don’t you get us out of these clothes, sugar. It’s getting a little warm in here.”
She turned to Jace, who gave her a quick wink. “Go for it, doll.”
She lifted her hands and worked down his white shirt, unbuttoning it until the material gaped open. He helped her work the shirt off, revealing smooth, golden skin stretched over lean muscles. An intricate tribal tattoo covered his left shoulder, snaking down his upper arm. She traced her fingers along the design and let her eyes indulge in him for a moment.
Reid chuckled from behind her. “Don’t stare too long, Brynn. He’ll start preening.”
Jace showed Reid the backside of his middle finger, but amusement lit his green eyes. “She can look… and touch whatever she likes.”
Brynn bit her lip and spun to face Reid. He’d already unbuttoned his own shirt, so she slid her palms along his broad shoulders and pushed it the rest of the way off. If Jace had the body of a swimmer, Reid was the football player. Strong and solid, arms that could envelop her and block out all thoughts of the outside world.