Ruled (Outlaws #3)

He knew Reese had been raised in the city, but some mental malfunction had prevented him from recognizing the implications of that. If a female citizen wasn’t chosen to breed, then she was sterilized. He knew that. But he’d never thought about it in relation to Reese.

And it didn’t matter to him, damn it. His heart ached because she ached, not because he harbored silly fantasies about being a father. He didn’t want a baby. Never had, probably never would. Holding Bethany’s tiny newborn had flooded his chest with warmth and affection, but not because he wanted a kid of his own. He was happy for Bethy, that was all.

He didn’t ever want Reese to think that she was lacking. That there was something, anything, she couldn’t give him. Because he already had everything he’d ever wanted.

Her.

His hand brushed Rylan’s as they both caressed Reese’s hip, and Sloan faltered for a moment. He had more than he’d ever wanted, he realized. He hadn’t exactly sat around dreaming about sharing Reese with another man, but he couldn’t deny that having Rylan here felt . . . right.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Sloan’s gruff question was muffled by the rush of water, but he knew Reese heard him, because she stiffened slightly.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“You want to talk?” he pushed.

She slowly shook her head, causing damp strands of dark red hair to slither over her full breasts.

He gently cupped her tits and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. “You want us to make you feel good?”

After a long beat, her head dipped in a weak nod.

Sloan met Rylan’s eyes over Reese’s shoulder, and he tipped his head in an unspoken question. Rylan nodded as if to say he was up to the task, then slipped his hands to Reese’s thighs and gently spread them apart.

As his heart hammered erratically, Sloan sank to his knees in front of her. Something akin to wonder floated through him. This was the first time he was going down on her. He wanted to memorize the sight of her, the taste of her, but Reese needed a swift, powerful release that would extinguish her sorrow and replace it with something sweeter. Something hotter.

His lips tingled as he brought them to the glistening pussy he’d fantasized about for years. Reese’s entire body jerked hard when his tongue made contact with her clit. Sloan glanced up briefly to see Rylan wrap one strong arm around Reese’s waist. His other hand was cupping one breast, squeezing and fondling as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Rylan murmured. “Close your eyes and let him taste you.”

Sloan didn’t wait to see if she obeyed. He was already dragging his tongue down her slit toward her opening, groaning roughly as he lapped at the moisture pooled there.

Damn, he wanted to savor this. He really, really, really wanted to go slow. But he’d save that tantalizing option for later. Right now, he would help Reese release all the tension coiled up inside her. He licked his way back up, wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked hard enough to make her cry out.

“That’s it, just let go. We’ll take care of you.”

Sloan was barely aware of Rylan’s soft words of encouragement. He finally had his face buried between Reese’s shaking legs, and it was making his head spin with desire. He slid two fingers inside her wet channel, glorying in the way she clenched and squeezed him in return.

Her moans bounced off the tiled walls, fueling Sloan’s own urgency. His cock was heavy between his legs, leaking from the throaty sounds escaping Reese’s throat. He curled his fingers and stroked her as he lashed her clit with his tongue, over and over again until she began to convulse.

“There you go,” Rylan rumbled. “That’s a good girl. Come all over our man’s face.”

Sloan relentlessly stroked and licked her hot flesh, filling himself with her flavor until she spiraled out of control. He stood up only when Reese’s body finally stilled. The taste of her was imprinted on his tongue, the sweet evidence of her orgasm coating his fingers.

Rylan’s look of approval when their gazes met triggered something hot and primal inside of Sloan. Without a word, he brought his fingers to the other man’s mouth. Reese gasped, and the heat blazing in Rylan’s eyes as he sucked on Sloan’s fingers sent a bolt of electricity right to Sloan’s dick.

Jesus.

The water had grown cold. Sloan lifted Reese into his arms, and she looped her hands around his neck as he carried her out of the bathroom. The faucet creaked as Rylan turned the shower off and joined them in the bedroom a moment later.

Neither man said a word as Sloan deposited Reese’s wet, naked body on the rumpled bedspread. He and Rylan didn’t need to speak, because they both had the same agenda. They also had massive erections that throbbed in need as the two men stretched out on either side of Reese.

“I’m sorry I lost it.” Her shamed voice broke the silence.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Sloan murmured before flicking his tongue over a pink puckered nipple.

“Nothing at all,” Rylan concurred, then captured her other breast with his mouth and sucked hard.