She started to panic. “I . . . I don’t think I can do this.”
“You can.” Rick framed her face in his hands, his gaze reassuring. “It’s going to be uncomfortable at first, but if you don’t fight it, your body will adjust to the both of us, and then it will start to feel good. Really good.”
God, she hoped so, because right now she felt as though she was about to be split apart.
“Give her something else to think about,” Declan said gruffly, as if he knew the worst was yet to come.
Rick brought her mouth down to his and kissed her, so hot and deep it made her head spin. His demanding lips and the erotic sweep of his tongue against hers made Summer momentarily forget all about what was about to happen.
Until Declan tunneled the rest of the way into her, enormous and huge, scaping along nerve endings she didn’t even know she had and filling her so full the initial agony of taking two men at once tore a high-pitched scream from her lungs. Rick swallowed the sound as he continued to ravage her mouth, while behind her, she heard Declan release a long, dark, lust-filled groan.
His big body shuddered against her backside as he started moving in and out of her, at first slow and easy, pushing her down onto Rick’s shaft at the same time. Between the two of them, they gradually adopted a provocative, slick rhythm that had one cock thrusting into her when the other withdrew, then vice versa.
In time, Summer was shocked to feel all that pain and discomfort ebb into a dark, seductive kind of pleasure. One that converged right down to her now aching, throbbing clit, and she rocked her hips for the most friction, the deepest impact, to turn that spark into a flame.
Declan moved over her from behind, pressing his chest against her back and sandwiching Summer between him and Rick as he started driving faster, deeper inside her body, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. One of his hands came up to curve around her throat, and his thumb and forefinger gripped her jaw to turn her head toward his, effectively ending her kiss with Rick.
Declan’s lips instantly slanted across hers, rough and possessive, as if he was desperate for a taste of her, too. His tongue plunged deep, taking her mouth with a thorough aggression that staggered her. It matched the way he claimed her body so intimately and with such assertive dominance, making her feel utterly claimed.
Beneath her, Rick groaned like a dying man. “Christ, I’m going to come, so fucking hard.”
His words were like the beginning of an avalanche for the three of them, the driving force that pushed them each over the precipice and into a shattering three-way climax. She let herself fall right along with them, crying out against Declan’s lips as the devastating sensations coursing through her seemed to splinter her into a million pieces.
These two men had ensnared every one of her senses, giving her the kind of unparalleled pleasure she’d only fantasized about. It was definitely a night she’d never forget.
Chapter Five
With effort, Declan moved off of Summer so he didn’t crush her beneath his weight. He rolled onto his back on the mattress beside her and rested his arm over his eyes while trying to regain his bearings, because he felt as though he’d just barreled into a brick wall at warp speed. At least that would explain why he was unnaturally dazed by the intensity of everything that had happened tonight. So stunned by the overwhelming need for Summer and incredibly confused by all those insanely possessive feelings she brought out in him when females in the past were just a means for physical release and satisfaction.
For a man who prided himself on discipline and control in all aspects of his life for solid, legitimate reasons—personally, professionally, emotionally, and even sexually—this sweet, curvy blonde had unraveled him in ways he never would have thought conceivable. His desire for her had thrown his equilibrium off and had made any kind of restraint with her impossible.
He was used to sexually experienced women who enjoyed a darker version of fucking, and while Summer had been far from being a naïve virgin, she’d allowed him and Rick a lot of her firsts tonight—with unabashed verve, unbridled passion, and unashamed acceptance. She might have had a moment or two of trepidation over the course of their scenes, but once those nerves melted away, she’d been fearless and so damn hot and sexy in her pursuit of pleasure.
She was an intriguing mix of vixen and vulnerability, sass and sweet guile, and it was a combination that captivated the jaded part of him. She was like a breath of fresh air in a world—his unpleasant world, specifically—where he had a resume the length of his arm that included dozens of dangerous, treacherous missions and assassinating powerful, threatening criminals in third-world countries. Where he’d killed fanatical terrorists in order to save the innocent hostages they’d held prisoner for months, years even.
In his military career as a sniper, he’d witnessed so much terror and death toward both innocent people and corrupt rebels. He’d seen and been a part of so many horrific assignments and knew that even worse monstrosities lurked around the corner once he returned to duty. Mentally, he remained sharp and vigilant, but he’d learned long ago that keeping his emotions on lockdown was the only way to survive—in the military and even in civilian life.
But he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that Summer soothed something inside of him, made the darkness he lived with a bit lighter, and he wanted more than just one night with her. Hell, he’d take her for the rest of his three weeks of leave if she’d agree to a temporary arrangement, because that’s all he could offer before being deployed once again.
And greedy bastard that he was, he wanted Summer all to himself.
Hearing the metal-on-metal sound of Summer’s wrist restraints to the headboard being unclipped, followed by her soft moan as Rick eased her off him and next to Declan on the bed, he finally lowered his arm and switched his attention to the soft, replete woman lying on the pillow beside him. A sated smile curved her lips, her face was beautifully flushed, and she wore a blissed-out expression that made him suspect she was on some level of subspace.
While Rick got up and went to use the adjoining restroom, Declan removed the cuffs around each of her wrists and dropped them to the floor, then pulled the comforter around her naked body to keep her warm.
“Are you okay?” he asked, wanting to make sure she didn’t need anything for the next few minutes.
“Mmm.” The soft, dreamy sound rumbled in her throat as she blinked up at him, looking like a goddess with her long, blonde hair spilling over the pillow beneath her head. “I’m fantastic. Just a little sore in places.”
Which was to be expected, considering what the three of them had just done, and he felt an overwhelming need to take care of her, which he’d do just as soon as he handled something else. “I’ll be right back,” he said as Rick came out of the bathroom, giving Declan the chance to clean up, too.
When Declan returned to the playroom, he found Rick with his boxer briefs already on, and Declan approached his stepbrother as he stepped into his dress slacks and pulled them up.
“I want her for myself,” Declan blurted out, sounding more like a demanding asshole than he’d intended.
“Yeah, I figured that out a while ago,” Rick replied with a smirk, his voice low to keep Summer from hearing their conversation. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you so possessive with a woman before. There were times I almost expected you to roar and beat on your chest like a fucking caveman.”