For Her Pleasure

by Maya Banks

  however he wanted to touch her.

  He nibbled gently at the sensitive skin, nuzzled beyond the outer flesh, then nipped sharply at her clit. Feather light, he licked and sucked. He ran his tongue over and over the tight bud.

  He lapped downward, circling her entrance with his lips then his tongue. His teeth grazed the plump folds.

  “Ryder!” she cried out.

  “Feel good, darlin’?”

  His tongue swirled then plunged into her. He was fucking her with his tongue!

  She arched her back trying desperately to get closer to him. She was so close. Just one more touch. She was poised on the brink, ready to go over the edge. Just a little push and she’d be there.

  Ryder pulled away, and she let out a sound of distress.

  He chuckled above her. His fingers plucked and strummed her nipples, eliciting another moan from her.

  “You’re such wicked teases,” she protested.

  “Not at all, darlin’. We just want to give you the most incredible night of pleasure you’ve ever had.”

  No chance that wouldn’t happen. She’d already experienced more hedonistic ecstasy than she had in her entire life.

  Mac walked back over, his skin damp from a recent shower. She glanced down to see he was very much aroused again. His thick erection stood stiff from the blond patch of hair in his groin. Her mouth watered as she imagined him sliding it past her lips.

  Mac grinned. “I like the direction of your gaze, babe.”

  Ryder reached forward and turned her to her side. Mac fiddled with the cuffs and her hands came free. She moved them around and rubbed at her wrists.

  Mac frowned. “Did we hurt you?”

  She smiled over at him. “Uh-uh.”

  “Then don’t get too used to your freedom,” Ryder drawled.

  CHAPTER 10

  An adrenaline-induced wave rolled through Kit’s belly. A thousand butterfly wings fanned in rapid succession and swooped through her chest and into her throat.

  Mac leaned into her, pressed his big body against her and pressed her down to the bed. A thickly muscled thigh wedged between her legs and spread her knees. His cock, swollen and heavy, slid between the slick folds of her pussy and rubbed teasingly against her clit.

  Her breasts tingled and tightened against Mac’s chest. Desire blazed in his eyes, making them burn a darker blue. Once, twice he kissed her, the light smooching sound echoing softly in the stillness. She could hear their heartbeats, feel every pulse and jump.

  She raised her lips for more, fusing her mouth to his. Their tongues met and tangled. Breathless. Hot. Impatient.

  He growled softly. “I want you so damn much. You make me crazy.”

  She laughed soft and low. “Make you crazy? What do you think you’ve been doing to me all night?”

  He nudged impatiently at her pussy. “I want inside you.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” Kit murmured.

  He thrust into her in one hard movement.

  Her breath caught in her chest and hung there as he lodged himself deep inside her. Finally she released the air, it all escaping in a sigh of contentment.

  “Like that do you?”

  “Oh yes.”

  He grinned and withdrew only to thrust even deeper.

  She arched into him, wrapping her legs tightly around him. He stroked back and forth until she writhed beneath him. Maybe now he would assuage the burning ache inside her.

  Mac dropped his weight onto her and gathered her in his arms. Then he shifted and rolled her with him until she sat astride him, her body sprawled across his chest. Then Ryder curled his hand around her wrist and gently pulled it behind her.

  The snap of the cuffs sounded loud in her ears. Ryder swept her other arm behind her back and handcuffed it as well.

  She lay helpless on Mac, his cock buried in her pussy, her cheek pressed against his chest and her hands securely bound behind her.

  “We’ll take care of you,” Mac whispered.

  Ryder lifted her up, pulling on her cuffed hands. Mac supported her upper body by cupping her breasts and holding her in place. He grinned wickedly at her, knowing she was completely at his and Ryder’s mercy.

  The bed dipped and swayed as Ryder climbed onto the mattress. She felt the nudge of his cock at the seam of her ass. She leaned forward onto Mac, allowing Ryder easier access.

  Blood hummed through her veins so rapidly she felt faint. Her body tightened, and for a moment, she thought she would orgasm before Ryder ever gained entrance. But he paused.

  Two sets of hands ran soothingly over her body. Ryder stroked her back, ran his palms over her hips. Mac slid his hands over her taut belly and up to her breasts. His fingers nipped and plucked at her aching nipples. Ryder paused as she stiffened further.

  “Relax, darlin’. Not yet. Make it last. Make it good.”

  She forced her body to relax around Mac’s invasion even as she prepared for Ryder’s cock to tunnel into her.

  Ryder cupped her ass and slid his thumbs down to open her. She closed her eyes when she felt the head of his penis press inward. So much pressure. Such exquisite pleasure and pain. Just when she was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer, her body gave way, and he sank into her.

  Both men groaned. She let out her own cry as she felt herself come apart in their arms.

  Ryder held her arms, supporting her, not letting her fall. Mac gripped her waist, encouraged her to ride him as Ryder sank into her over and over.

  They were in control of her pleasure. They set the pace. She threw back her head and let them.

  “You have the sweetest ass, Kit darlin’. So tight. A man could lose his mind fucking you.”

  His words sent whipping strands of pleasure into the deepest center of her body.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” Mac rasped.

  “Make me come,” she begged. “I need you so much.”

  Ryder flexed his hips, and the hard muscles of his thighs slapped against her ass. He was deep within her, she couldn’t differentiate between the two men who possessed her. All she could do was feel the mindless pleasure they gave her.

  “Come then, darlin’,” Ryder murmured close to her ear.

  They both began pumping into her, their hands gripping her tight, their cocks working in unison.

  “Oh God!” she cried brokenly.

  “Let go, baby,” Mac encouraged.

  She heard him seemingly miles away. A dull roar sounded in her ears as the fire burned higher in her abdomen. They rocked her between them. Her body jerked and heaved as they plunged over and over.

  Her eyes shut tight and her teeth clamped together. They were going to kill her.

  Ryder stiffened behind her, and he gripped her arms tightly as his release flooded hot into her. Then she felt Mac, so hard and tight inside her, swell with his orgasm.

  She panicked for a moment as her body seemed to fly out of control. Never before had she felt so helpless, so out of touch with her body. She flew in forty directions. Her vision blurred and she screamed as her world exploded around her. The sensation went on and on, and impossibly built again rapidly. She never came down from the first orgasm when the second starting burning inside her.

  “No, nooo! I can’t take it again,” she said weakly.

  “We’ve got you, baby. Just go with it,” Mac said.

  They held her, stroked her, caressed her, murmured words of encouragement. Mac slipped a hand to her pussy where they were still joined. He flicked a finger across her clit and stroked as her second orgasm swept over like an out-of-control firestorm.

  “Mac!” she cried out.

  Her muscles seized and convulsed. Ryder pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder. The gentle kiss shattered her control. She melted into a puddle in Mac’s arms. She fell forward and rested her cheek against Mac’s heaving chest.

  She fought to try and regain control of her breathing.

  “You were magnificent,”

Mac whispered as he stroked her hair.

  She nearly moaned in protest when Ryder gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He held her close as he walked toward the bathroom. She snuggled deeper into his chest, and he kissed the top of her hair.

  Ryder turned the shower on and waited as the water warmed. Then he stepped in with Kit and carefully washed her body and hair. She clung to him, loving his strength and the safety his embrace offered.

  Long after he was finished rinsing the soap from her, they stood in the shower, her locked in his arms. Finally he turned the water off and eased her out of the stall.

  Mac was waiting with a towel, and she went willingly into his arms. He wrapped the towel and himself around her and held her close.

  As he guided her back into the bedroom, a disturbing thought filtered through her mind. She didn’t want to go back to her house, her life the way it was before. She felt safe with Mac here in his house. She felt safe in Ryder’s arms.

  She shook her head as panic overtook her. No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to depend on them. She wasn’t supposed to need them so badly.

  Mac eased her down on the bed and pulled the towel away from her naked body. Ryder walked in behind them, a bottle of baby oil in his hands.

  Ryder settled down on the other side of her and handed the bottle to Mac. They divided her body right down the middle and began massaging her weary muscles, rubbing the baby oil into her skin.

  She closed her eyes, willing the panic to diminish. She was being stupid. These two men were her best friends in the entire world. She loved them, and she knew they loved her. They took care of her, and whether she wanted them to or not, they’d continue to.

  Get over it, Kit. Enjoy the moment. Don’t ruin it by overthinking things.

  Bubbles of pleasure rose and floated within her body. She gave herself over to their care, and her last conscious thought was that she was finally where she truly belonged.

  CHAPTER 11

  Kit puttered around Mac’s kitchen, her mind at ease for the first time in days. She set about making Mac’s favorite for breakfast, homemade hash browns, grits and eggs.

  She raised her brow when Ryder ambled into the kitchen, fully dressed. He stopped long enough to open the fridge and grab a drink.

  “You not going to stick around for breakfast?” she asked.

  He walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “No darlin’. Y’all go on and eat without me. I’ve got to get down to the garage.”

  Kit shook her head as she watched him go. He never failed to keep her off balance. When his father died, he’d left Ryder a very wealthy man, but Ryder still tooled around in his run-down garage, restoring motorcycles.

  She dug around for a whisk and began beating the eggs. She had started the grits and arranged her hash browns on the skillet when the phone rang. She wiped her hands on a dish towel and reached for the receiver.

  “Hello?”

  She frowned when silence returned her greeting. She started to hang it back up when a voice made her freeze.

  “You’re mine, Kit.”

  Fear, hot and desperate, raced through her system. She dropped the phone and backed away.

  “Kit, what the hell’s wrong?” Mac demanded.

  She looked up to see him standing in the kitchen door in just a pair of shorts. His hair was damp from a recent shower. Her mouth opened, but no words would come out.

  Mac strode over and yanked the phone off the floor. He put it to his ear then frowned. “It’s just a dial tone.”

  She began to shake.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  Mac’s voice was gentler, and he pulled her into his arms.

  “It—it—it was him.”

  His body went rigid against her. “He called here?”

  She nodded, her head buried against his chest.

  Mac let loose a string of expletives. He pulled away from her and yanked up the phone. He punched in a series of numbers then put the receiver to his ear.

  She only half listened as he spoke to someone at the station. He wanted a trace. He wanted results. He was furious.

  She reached for one of the chairs at the small table. She sank down and buried her face in her hands. No matter how many times she escaped in the arms of Mac and Ryder, reality always came back to bite her on the ass immediately after. She couldn’t continue to hide.

  Mac’s hand curled around her shoulder, and he sat down beside her. She looked up at him and recoiled from the violence she saw in his expression.

  “I don’t want you going back to work,” he said. “Not until we’ve found this son of a bitch.”

  She gaped at him. “Mac, I don’t have a choice. I can’t afford not to work, and I won’t let him ruin my life. I won’t!”

  “Kit, we’ll work something out. You can stay here as long as you need. You know Ryder and I will help out any way we can.”

  She took in several calming breaths. “Mac, you know I appreciate you and Ryder. More than you’ll ever know. God knows I would have gone crazy without y’all. You’re the best friends I’ve ever had.”

  Mac held up his hand to interrupt her. “I don’t want to hear what a good friend I am, damn it.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at him head on. “Kit, I love you. You’re mine. Mine. There’s never been a time when you weren’t. I’ve waited all this time because I knew you weren’t ready, but damn it, baby, I’m not going to stand back anymore. I need you here with me, in my bed. Every night.”

  She stared at him in horror. She brushed away his hands. Got up and backed hastily away from the table.

  “Goddamn you, Mac! Why did you have to ruin everything? This wasn’t supposed to happen. You of all people should know . . .”

  She trailed off, her throat knotting with sobs. Not giving him a chance to respond, she whirled around and ran.

  “Kit!” Mac stood up. Damn it. He raced after her, but she was out the door and gone.

  He watched her run down the street. “Fuck me.”

  He went back into the kitchen and snatched up the phone to call Ryder.

  “Hey, man, look. Kit’s on the run. I think she’s headed your way. I’m going to go out and look for her, but if she comes by, keep her there. And let me know she’s safe, okay?”

  Mac hung up then pounded his fist into the wall. He couldn’t lose her now. Not when he was so close. Not after all that had happened. He had to find a way past her stubborn defenses.

  Kit ran until her body screamed in protest. And she kept on running. Tears blinded her. Angry tears. Scared tears. She’d never felt more betrayed. Or helpless.

  She rounded the street corner and found herself in front of Ryder’s garage. She hadn’t consciously come here, but here she was, nevertheless. Her breath spilled torturously from her lips, and she doubled over to try and catch up.

  Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her upright. “Ahh darlin’, don’t cry. You know I can’t stand it when you cry.”

  She let Ryder guide her inside the musty garage, and he sat her down on the same ragged couch that had been there since high school. He left her for a moment then returned with tissues and a cold beer.

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