She narrowed her eyes at him, and she could tell he was holding back a laugh. Bastard was going to question her skills? Well, she could play that game, too. She let his cock slip out of her mouth and dropped down low to kiss and lick at his balls, teasing them with her tongue, before gliding up the underside of his cock again and swirling around the crown.
He groaned and put his hands on the side of her head to encourage her to take him deep again. “Don’t torture me. Suck me.”
She smiled sweetly. “Am I not doing it right?”
His eyes flashed with hot menace. “Jace, she’s being smart again. Don’t let her up until she makes me come. And I can hold out a damn long time, girl.”
She had no idea what Jace had planned for her, but she was going to do her damnedest to make Andre come hard and fast just to prove a point. Playing the brat was turning out to be fun.
She drew her mouth back down over Andre and went for it for real this time, not teasing, but taking him in long, wet sucks, bringing him all the way to the back of her throat and holding him there, then lavishing focused attention over the smooth head, hitting all the spots she knew drove him wild. He hissed out a breath.
Jace moved behind her, and she jumped when he pressed his hand to her back. “Scoot your knees out further behind you and brace yourself against him. I want your ass up and your legs spread for me. Understand?”
She had her mouth full so she answered by getting into the position, which was basically like being on all fours. It put her on display and fully at Jace’s mercy. Her body warmed and readied, knowing that he was probably putting her in this position for one reason.
Jace made a pleased sound when she settled into the pose. “Very nice.” He ran his fingers over her folds, making her groan, and then wiped the evidence of her arousal along her hip. “Seems our defiant captive likes having a cock in her mouth and her legs spread for me. For all those sharp words, her body’s begging for it. You like being used, doll? Like knowing you’re just our plaything?”
She lifted her head for a moment. “Fuck you both.”
“Yeah, that’ll happen, too. You don’t have to start pleading for it yet, though. Save your strength,” he said, smug satisfaction on full tilt. “Because first you need to pay for all that defiance you’re throwing at us.”
She tried to glance back, a natural desire to see what was coming, but Andre held her head between his hands and guided her back down. She took him back into her throat at the moment something flat and swift landed against her ass. She gasped around Andre’s cock, the sharp sting catching her off guard. But Andre kept her still.
“I’m not going to stop until Andre tells me you’ve done a good enough job, so I suggest you don’t get distracted, doll.”
He swung what she deduced was some sort of leather strap again, and it hit her with a biting slap. She lost her focus for a second as the sensation traveled over her skin and radiated out. The guys had spanked her many times before, using hands, paddles, and floggers, but this had more sting than thud. Less blunt impact but a more intense burn at the surface. Like getting the tip of a crop but over a much larger area.
He slapped across the backs of her thighs with it and her nails dug into Andre’s hips, earning her a grunt from him. Andre didn’t tell her to stop though. He shared her masochistic streak. So she left her nails where they were and redoubled her efforts to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. But Jace wasn’t going to give her a break. He reached beneath her with one hand, finding her clit and stroking it. He dropped the strap, now too close to get a good angle with the tool, and used the palm of his other hand to mark a fiery pattern of blows over her backside, making everything burn and tingle. She shifted against his touch, her body getting that edgy restlessness where she both wanted to escape the pain and lean into the pleasure of it. Because though it stung and human instinct was to shrink back from that, she knew what awaited on the other side. Plus, having his palm marking her always dialed up something inside her—flesh warming flesh, his handprints rising pink on her skin.
After a few more swats and strokes, she got her reward, the pleasure braiding in with the pain and the familiar welcome buzz moving through her body as the endorphins kicked in. He increased the intensity of the slaps while steadily sliding his fingers along her sensitive flesh—giving her just enough pleasure to drive her mad but not enough to send her flying yet.
“That’s right, baby,” Jace cajoled. “Rub against my fingers. I love how needy you are right now. Show us how shameless you are.”
She rocked her hips against him even as he landed another spank along her tender thighs, and her thoughts begin to soften around the edges, letting her sink into that lovely space where it was all sensation. Just warm fingers and prickling skin and the salty taste of Andre gliding over her tongue, his hands still spanning her head, and Jace’s voice guiding her.
Andre groaned and his grip tightened on her. “I’m close, man.”
“Yeah?” Jace asked. “Guess that means she’s doing a good job. Maybe she should get a reward for that.”
“Hell yes, she should,” Andre said, his voice strained.
Jace’s hand rubbed over her backside, soothing some of the sting. “Climb on top of Andre and ride him until he comes. But you don’t get to come yet, understand? Or there will be consequences.”
Evan pulled away from Andre and licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”
It was going to be a challenge. She felt so on the verge already, but she’d hold off as best she could. She got to her feet and straddled Andre.
Jace stepped behind the couch to face her and leaned down next to Andre. “And Dre, do all you want to try to break her.”
A distressed sound slipped out of Evan. They so weren’t playing fair tonight.
Andre’s grin went devious and he grabbed her hips to align her over his body. “Take all of me,
bella
. Nice and slow. I want to watch you taking me in.”
She sucked in a ragged breath, trying to reign in the thundering desire coursing through her. She could do this nice and easy. She could control her response. But as Andre lowered her down, the slick head of his cock rubbing against her entrance and tormenting her before sliding in with slow, tortuous precision, she got the feeling she was on a fool’s errand. Her fingers gripped his shoulders and she hummed though the surge of need. But even so, her body tightened around him, gripping him like a fist.
Andre’s head tilted back against the couch, his eyes going half-mast and his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “Fuck,
bella
, you feel good. Ride me slow.”
She undulated her hips, reveling in the feel of Andre’s body and the touch of his hands, and lifted her gaze to Jace, who was still standing behind the couch. She expected to find him watching with hungry interest—all of them were shameless voyeurs, after all. That was part of the beauty of their arrangement. But instead of Jace’s focus being on the carnal connection of Evan and Andre’s bodies, she found him staring at her face, something vulnerable and powerful hovering in those green eyes.
She lost her breath and her rhythm for a moment, the impact of that look like a physical blow. Jace smiled, almost chagrined, as if he’d been caught in something. But he reached out, cupped her face, and leaned around Andre to press a kiss to her lips—like he couldn’t help himself from breaking out of role for moment. “You two look fucking hot together.”
The words didn’t match the expression on his face or the intensity she’d felt in that look. He was backtracking and bringing things back to the scene at hand. But she’d seen it there in his eyes. Not just the love that was already there, but some kind of awe. Like she was some amazing new creature he was just discovering. And in that moment, she knew things were going to be all right. Whatever the next few days brought, they would handle it together.
She let her attention drift back down to Andre, who’d watched the exchange, and she bent to kiss him. A pleased sound rumbled through him and he wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her down for a deeper kiss. He stroked his tongue against hers, both of them falling into the kiss and the slow, steady glide of him pumping inside her. Then Jace moved behind her, pressing kisses and gentle bites along her shoulders and spine, lighting up new nerve endings with each pass.
Time seemed to stretch around them, protecting them from anything but these sweet, sexy moments with each other, and Jace reached around to stroke her clit. His front pressed to her back, leaving her enveloped by the two of them. Their touch, scents, tastes—all moving around her, through her, letting her wade into the pleasure of it all. She moaned into Andre’s kiss, the canter of her hips picking up speed without conscious effort, and her hands curled in Andre’s hair as she chased the release they were offering her.
She’d lost all sense of the rules or what she was supposed to be doing. Or not doing. Her body had taken over. These men had taken over, and she was just a passenger on that bullet train now, her muscles tightening, tightening, tightening.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled her ears as Andre took over the pace, galloping after his own release, all while Jace kept a steady hand against her despite the more frantic movements. She broke away from the kiss, trying to grab a breath, and caught sight of Jace’s fingers moving along her slippery flesh, his knuckles brushing Andre’s cock each time he slid back. The visual was enough to send her careening over the edge. Her back arched and she cried out as Andre plunged deep and rough.
“That’s it, baby,” Jace said. “Let it all go. Give it to us.”
The waves of orgasm rolled over her again and again as Andre gripped her hips and pumped into her until his own control was lost as well. He groaned long and loud and held her against him as his release overtook him, his warmth flooding her. Filthy praise, half in Spanish, fell from his lips as he coasted down from his own high and she went boneless against him, mumbling her own words back.
After a few long minutes, when the two of them were left in a breathless, sweaty mess, Jace stepped back and cleared his throat. “Well, someone doesn’t have any self-control.”
Evan’s head snapped up and she peered back over her shoulder, ready to shoot daggers, but she found Jace grinning. “You’re a cheater.”
He laughed. “Yes, there’s no defense from my magical fingers. Women tell me that all the time.”
She grabbed a nearby throw pillow and launched it at him Frisbee style. “Women better not be telling you anything.”
“Or men,” Andre added lazily.
Jace dodged the pillow, still laughing. “Ooh, jealousy. It looks good on you two.”
Andre sat up, wrapping his arms around Evan’s waist and gathering her against his chest. “If anyone’s jealous, it’s the only guy left in the room with a hard-on. I’m feeling mighty fine at the moment, thank you very much.”
Jace adjusted the very obvious erection pressing against the fly of his jeans and smirked. “Come on, you two. You’re a mess. Time to try out the shower room.”
Evan looked back to Andre. “There’s a shower
room
?”
“As if Grant would be satisfied with a regular ol’ walk-in.” He smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “Let’s go get clean,
bella
.”
“Uh-huh. I think this is all about getting dirty.”
He chuckled. “You opposed?”
“Never.”
He helped her ease off his lap, and before she was even steady on her feet, Jace lifted her into his arms. “Come on, captive. We’ve got more plans for you. And it may involve a show.”
“Best. Kidnappers. Ever.” She looped her arms around his neck. “I might have to develop Stockholm syndrome and stay with you forever.”
Jace peered down at her, that soft expression moving over his face again, and he kissed her forehead. “Forever’s exactly the idea, Ev.”
Something in her loosened further and she curled against his chest, content. “Forever could work.”
Evan would never admit it, but Andre could see that though she was still game for whatever the night brought, her energy was flagging. Usually she had as much stamina as they did, but they may have reached her limit tonight. Jace must’ve sensed it too because he was carrying her to the shower and being oh-so-gentle with her.
They’d both been monitoring her closely all evening. Despite her insistence that she wasn’t made of glass even if she was pregnant, neither he nor Jace was going to push her too hard. They were well aware she craved the kind of things they did. Evan truly got relief and release through the pain aspects, but they needed to find ways to go about it more gently until they knew for sure. So Jace had chosen a strap that would give a lot of sting at the surface but wouldn’t offer any real impact to the muscles. And they’d nixed any bondage plans.
And really, Andre had been worried that the looming presence of a potential pregnancy would make tonight feel strange or awkward. He thought it might make him uncomfortable about dominating Evan. How do you tell the potential mother of your child to crawl on her knees and suck your cock and not feel like a complete asshole? What if she was still feeling sick? What if she was tired? His instinct had been to cradle and cuddle her instead, to make sure she was feeling okay, to take care of her. That’s why both he and Jace had changed plans to make it a low-key movie night. But they should’ve known better.
Evan wasn’t like any woman he’d ever met before. Yes, she was sweet and smart and successful. She could walk into any group next to someone like Martine and fit right in. But there was a reason Andre had walked away from Martine, and a reason he’d fallen for Evan instead. Because at Evan’s core, when all that stuff was stripped away, there was nothing cookie-cutter about her. She felt deeply, loved hard, and craved dark, dirty things. There was an unapologetic sexuality about her that had blossomed when he and Jace had introduced her to submission. So if he expected her to morph into something else just because she was pregnant, he’d be stupid.
Their girl needed them to be who they were, especially when she was feeling off-balance with the new possibilities and uncertainty. They would take care of her. They’d protect her. But they also wouldn’t take away the dynamic in their relationship that fed them all. They’d just have to be more creative about it.
He smiled as they stepped into the large shower room. Lucky for them, it looked like they were in the perfect place for creative possibilities. The space was the size of a small bedroom and tiled from floor to ceiling—like a group shower in a locker room but built for luxury. There were jets sticking out from all the walls and few rain showers hanging above. Five or six people could move comfortably—or be restrained comfortably based on the movable benches and the eyebolts in the walls.
“Grant, you naughty fucker,” Jace said, lowering Evan to her feet and leading her to one of the teak benches.
Evan turned around in place, her eyes wide. “Good Lord. Someone has a water fetish.”
“I think Grant has an everything fetish,” Andre said, reaching out and tugging one of the eyebolts.
“But I thought he doesn’t share. This isn’t a room meant for two,” Evan said, ignoring the bench and walking around to explore all the different dials and buttons on what appeared to be the main control panel.
“He doesn’t share since Charli,” Jace corrected. “But I think he had this place built before The Ranch. So he had parties here.”
“Well, more fun for us.” Evan turned a knob without warning and water sprayed out in a powerful stream a few feet away, hitting Jace right in the face.
“Shit!” Jace jumped back, hands up to block, as cold water doused him.
Evan was laughing and adjusting the dial frantically, but not turning it off.
“Oh, that’s your ass now, Kennedy,” Jace said, dodging the stream and tugging his soaked shirt off.
Evan sent Andre a look, her teeth biting into her lip, and he knew he was next. He reached down to grab for the jeans he’d quickly tugged back on and pushed them down. But the water was already hitting him in the back. He arched and jolted forward, the water not freezing but near it. “Gahhh! Cold!”
Evan’s expression was wickedly gleeful, but she did manage to turn something that switched the spray to warm. It was too late for a reprieve, though. Jace was already tugging off the last of his clothes and stalking Evan’s way. Andre tossed his sodden jeans to the side and followed him.
Jace wrapped an arm around Evan’s waist, even as she batted at him with laughing protests, and lifted her off her feet. “Looks like someone can’t be trusted to have use of her hands.”
“No, no, I promise I won’t do it again,” she said, squirming.
“You bet you won’t.” Andre sidled up next to them and gave Evan’s hip a pinch. “I think my balls are permanently lodged in my throat now.”
Evan rolled her lips inward, her gaze still sparking with amusement. “I’m sure I could convince them back out. Get them warm again.”
“Oh, no,” Jace said, setting her down near the wall but keeping his hold on her. “No more touching for you. You’ve broken the rules now.”
He took her wrists and raised them above her head. There were two handles with rubber grips attached by suction cups. Jace adjusted them for Evan’s height then slipped her hands beneath them.
“Grab,” Jace said, using that stern voice that made Evan’s amused expression switch to one of anticipation.
Evan wrapped her hands around the handles and gripped.
Andre eyed the devices. “Give them a tug and make sure they’re fastened good enough. I don’t want you falling.”
She did as she was told and everything stayed in place. Andre stepped back. God, did she look beautiful. All that creamy naked skin stretched out against the dark blue tile, breasts full and nipples swelling as his gaze traced over them. He wanted to devour her bite by bite. And Jace standing next to her, dripping wet and hard, tattooed arms glistening, had Andre’s brain going into overdrive even more. He’d just been fully satisfied out in the living room. He could’ve been happy to climb in bed and go to sleep. But now seeing his two lovers in front of him had his desire cranking up again and demanding another go.
Jace’s focus slid over to Andre, his lips curling as he gave Andre a long once-over. “Let’s see if I can warm you both up.”
Andre’s blood heated despite the lingering chill from that cold water. He loved being in the dominant role with Evan, cherished it. But he also couldn’t help but respond when Jace gave him that look of ownership. The guy was his best friend, his partner, and someone who could make him laugh like no one else. But that laid-back friend disappeared when Jace took over. When that switch flipped, all that fell away and Andre relished the surrender.
Andre hadn’t always been comfortable with his reaction to being dominated by a man, and sometimes he still felt a snap of embarrassment at his response—which was part of the reason he hadn’t let Evan see the extent to which he would let Jace take him yet. He didn’t want her to see him as less of a dominant. So they kept any submissive stuff for him relatively light when they were all together, putting the focus on Evan. But there were rare times when it was just he and Jace that he let himself slide fully into that masochistic place, where he surrendered it all. He didn’t need it often. Dominance was what he craved most of the time. But every now and then it was a luxury to give all the power over and have the sense beat out of him.
It was something he was still learning to accept about himself—being a switch. Like coming to terms with being bi, it was a process. He’d get there. He was eons ahead of where he’d been a year ago when he was silently pining for his best friend. When he’d finally admitted how he felt to Jace, how he sometimes ached for submission and pain, everything in their lives had shifted for the better. Jace had been primarily straight at the time, so Andre hadn’t known what to expect. It’d almost ruined their friendship for good. But when they’d finally let their guards down and given in to the attraction, there’d been no looking back. All that had been missing at the time was the woman they both had fallen in love with.
Now they had it all.
Andre’s gaze fell to Evan’s belly. Maybe even more.
Jace turned a few more dials, filling the room with a gentler spray of water and lots of steam. He angled a few toward Evan, sending water streaming in rivulets over her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed into it, turning her body toward the spray like a flower seeking the sun.
Jace went to a cabinet on the other side of the room and returned with a few bottles. He tossed one Andre’s way. Shower gel. “Let’s get our girl clean.”
Jace and Andre soaped up their hands, and Jace took care of shampooing Evan’s hair while Andre got the privilege of running his soapy hands all over Evan’s body. Evan savored every moment, her soft, satisfied groans making him smile. Kinky or not, no woman could resist a rubdown.
He paid extra attention to soaping her breasts, massaging them, and flicking his tongue along those pretty, pink nipples. And when he drew the bubbles down between her legs, he made sure he was slow and thorough and didn’t stop until her chest was rising and falling with choppy breaths.
Jace made her turn around, adjusting her hold on the bars, and then they went to work on her backside. Jace’s fingers massaged her scalp, then the tipped her head back and let the water cascade over it.
Andre rubbed slick hands over her hips, his dick going hard when he stroked his cock against the seam of her ass. She groaned and arched her hips. He chuckled against her ear and tucked his fingers along her crease, rubbing over her back entrance. “Insatiable girl.”
Jace moved away to go to the cabinet again and returned before Andre could take things further. He handed Andre a small silicone plug. Jace angled the showerhead to rinse all the soap from Evan’s body, then moved the water away completely. The steady steam kept everything balmy and warm though. He grabbed a bottle of lube off the floor. “This should help.”
Andre let Jace pour a little lube onto his fingertips, then he stepped close to Evan again. “Spread your legs,
bella
. Show me what you know you’re asking for.”
She did as she was told and Andre smoothed the lube over her back opening, taking his time to get her good and slick. She gasped and shifted against his touch. And he took that opportunity to ease the plug in. Her body tried to resist at first, but Evan knew how to handle the automatic reaction, and made herself relax. When the plug was seated deep, the flared base flush against her, she let out a groan.
But it didn’t compare to the noise she made when Jace slid between her and the wall, lowered to his knees, spread her with his thumbs, and put his mouth on her. Her hands slipped from the handles and Andre caught her around the waist, giving her support. She leaned into him and gave herself over to the pleasure Jace was providing.
Andre peered down her body, watching Jace work her over, and it took every bit of self-control not to pull the plug from Evan and slide into her. But the tide had shifted. Jace was running this rodeo right now. Andre was answering to him. That look he’d given him had told him as much.
So Andre held Evan, enjoying the view and playing with the plug to drive her to the brink while Jace’s tongue and fingers worked her. Before long, he could feel Evan’s heart pounding and her breath quickening. She went off with a gasp and tried to thrash out of his hold, the intensity of having an orgasm so soon after her other making her a little wild, but Andre held fast and helped her ride the release out until she was boneless in his grip.
Jace sat back on his calves, cock standing proud between his spread thighs, and Andre eased the plug from Evan. Jace stood and helped rinse Evan off again, and then turned off everything but the steam, his movements efficient now. Andre guided Evan over to one of the benches, his arm supporting her, and Jace wrapped her in a fluffy white robe.
“You okay, baby?” Jace asked, pushing her wet hair off her face.
She nodded and looked between them, her blue eyes sleepy but satisfied. “I’m great. Sexy weekend for the win.”
Andre smiled. “Ready for us to take you to bed?”
Her focus slid to Jace. “No. Y’all can’t be done yet. You haven’t gotten any attention yet. And I was supposed to get a show.”
Then she yawned like a lazy cat.
Jace smiled and cupped her cheek. “We
are
done. You’re exhausted, and I’m not going to let either of us wear you down. This vacation is about rest, too.”
She blinked, her eyes showing true concern. “But what about you?”
Jace didn’t look bothered in the least. “Tonight was about you. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
She pulled her legs up on the bench and sat her chin on her knees, her gaze full of sleepy mischief. “Or Andre can.”
Andre’s eyebrows lifted.
“I’ll go to bed. Because, honestly, I do feel wiped out. Y’all have wrung me out in the best way. But promise me if I go, you two will enjoy yourselves. Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean you have to call it a night.”
“Bella.”
Andre didn’t like the idea of her going to bed all alone.
She pushed to her feet and went to both of them, giving each a kiss. “Thank you for tonight. I can’t tell you how much I needed that. How much I needed you both. But now you have each other. And I’m good with that.” She gave one of Andre’s nipple rings a playful tug. “Two hot naked guys hitting the showers with a bunch of steam and lube? You’re stupid if you pass that up. And if I wasn’t dead on my feet, I’d be sitting my happy ass down for the show. Take pictures, okay? Mama needs those for her private stash.”
Andre stared at her a moment, and he could tell when what she’d said registered by the way her expression went slack.
Mama
.
“I mean—”
Andre smiled and pulled her against him. “Come on, bossy girl, you’re not making the rules. Let’s get you to bed.”
Jace stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “We don’t want to be anywhere else but with you tonight.”