And Rylan, who’d held back for so long, couldn’t anymore. Sloan’s command jerked his hips forward and he powered into her so hard, she would’ve been thrown on the bed if Sloan hadn’t been at her back.
The three of them stood there, quivering with emotion and lust and feeling until Sloan began to move. He dipped his legs, shifted Reese slightly and then powered in.
Her grasp on reality thinned. The room, her worries, the victories behind her, the battles to come . . . it all became a blur as the two men worked her in hard, relentless strokes. Her body opened as if she’d been made for two men. Not any two, though. These two.
The intense sensations were exhilarating and frightening, like the time she’d walked to the edge of the earth and looked down a jagged cliff to see the ocean eat away at the land. For an infinitesimal moment she’d allowed her toes to hang over the edge, while bits of soil and tiny rocks skipped down to land soundlessly on the shore where they were immediately gobbled up by the water.
She had felt weightless and insignificant but so alive. She’d been tempted to throw herself off the cliff for the sheer exhilaration of it. She hadn’t, of course. That was madness.
But wasn’t this some kind of madness too? Reese felt like she was on the verge of something that would engulf her. That would change her completely.
Their cocks shuttled in and out of her, separated by only the tiniest membrane. She knew they could feel each other. She heard their heightened lust in their raspy breaths, the concaves of their chests as they gulped for air.
Pleasure thudded inside her skull.
More.
“There is nothing we won’t give you,” Sloan said softly. “Nothing you could want that we can’t deliver.”
Their bodies thrust and hammered against hers to enforce his vow. The rough pads of Rylan’s fingers scraped along her thighs. Sloan had an arm around her middle and his other hand splayed right under her neck, his thumb pressed against the pulse point.
The thump of Sloan’s heart at her back and Rylan’s at her chest drove through the center of her body to meet at hers, until the three of them moved as one, breathed as one, beat as one.
Reese gave into it. She hung on to her men as they drove her over the edge, knowing that she couldn’t fall with the two of them holding her up.
Sloan, the one with the iron control, broke first. He broadened his stance and jacked into her with quick, uncoordinated movements. Rylan followed close behind. Fingers dug into her skin hard enough to bruise. Teeth bit into her shoulder.
Rylan threw his head back and cursed up a blue streak as he came. Sloan laughed in her ear, and that unexpected sound shattered her. The orgasm seized her body, wave after wave of sensation surging through her, leaving her shaking and weak.
Good thing she didn’t need to stand.
She felt her body being pressed forward as Sloan slowly withdrew. Then Rylan slipped free, and Sloan laid her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
She closed her eyes, still feeling the echoes of that intense orgasm. Beyond the bed, she heard sounds of water splashing and the deep murmur of satisfied male voices. Footsteps neared the bed and a washcloth was pressed gently between her legs. Sloan’s hand, she thought dimly. And that was Rylan’s in her hair, brushing the strands away from her sweaty forehead.
“That was fucking amazing,” Rylan said as he curled his body around hers.
Sloan’s footsteps took him away from the bed. Was he leaving? Dismayed, Reese stretched out an arm.
Rylan grabbed it and tucked it back under the covers. “He’s not going anywhere, baby. Just putting the washcloth away.”
A moment later, Sloan returned to take up his place on the other side of her.
Wait. His place?
They had places in her bed now?
“Stop thinking,” Sloan ordered.
“I can’t,” she admitted. She’d always wanted more, but she hadn’t realized that more existed in Sloan and Rylan. In the perfect rhythm of their bodies. In the press between the hard slabs of their chests. In the thick penetration of their cocks.
For the first time in her life, she felt completely and totally satisfied. She felt . . . whole.
And that scared her to death.
20
“This mattress sucks.”
Reese rolled her eyes when Rylan shifted his ass for the millionth time in ten minutes.
“You got better at Con’s camp?” Sloan challenged.
“Nah, but this is Foxworth, man. You’ve got the best of everything. You couldn’t find one of those plump white things on one of your raids?”
“This is the best there is. And if it’s good enough for Reese, it’s good enough for your hard ass.”
“Reese is fierce, though. I’m just a good ol’ boy. I came to Foxworth for the finer things in life.”
“And the fighting,” Reese interjected wryly, grateful for Rylan’s lighthearted postcoital talk. There was a heavier one coming and she wasn’t ready for it.