by Shayla Black
As if they had some silent communication, they suddenly ramped up as one. Hammer shoved his way in, one hard shuttling thrust after the other, electrifying every sensitive nerve gripping his cock, while Liam circled and pinched her clit. They controlled her. They knew precisely what she needed. They had the power to give…or take away.
After another seductive swirl of his tongue around hers, Liam pulled free and settled his lips against her ear. “I can feel your clit hard on my fingers. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!” She could barely find a breath.
“Liam…” Hammer growled, and Raine could hear his will to hold back.
“Suck it up, mate. We can’t fail her.” Liam rubbed the pad of his thumb directly over her sensitive little bud, and she saw stars. “Now, love.”
Before he even got the words out, Raine twisted and screamed, arched and grabbed onto Liam for dear life as another cataclysm roared through her.
Hammer grunted, clutching her hip in a death grip, tugging on her hair as he fought for restraint. With a blistering stare, Liam watched her and groaned. The soundtrack merely added fuel to her fire. Everything inside her body beamed with ecstasy.
Slowly, the shattering stopped. She caught her breath. Hammer gentled his hold. Liam pulled away with a curse, tumbling to the floor and fumbling in that little black bag. Moments later, he ripped his jeans off and kicked them away, then sheathed himself. He clambered back onto the bed, teeth bared. He dipped under her and grabbed her hips, urging her onto the mattress to straddle him.
Raine climbed slowly, careful not to dislodge Hammer or disrupt his tight grip. Together, they positioned her over Liam’s swollen, angry cock. She fell forward on her hands and knees. Hammer pushed her down with his next stroke, driving Liam straight inside her, one agonizing inch at a time until he filled her completely.
The dual invasion stretched her. She felt stuffed, impossibly penetrated. At the same time, it changed every perspective she’d held about pleasure. This was…beyond.
“Are you all right?” Just from his voice, the effort to ask that question clearly cost Liam.
“Fine, Sir.” She stared down into his eyes. “Don’t stop. Please.” She didn’t bother to disguise her pleading. She needed what only they could give her too badly.
“Look at us,” Hammer commanded behind her, still sounding like he fought for control.
Raine turned her head to peer into the mirror Liam had positioned. She’d almost shied away from it earlier. Without Liam, the picture hadn’t been complete. But now… The image seared itself into her head and blew her away—her between them, looking so much fairer, smaller. Them surrounding her, muscled, male, and determined. Possession stamped their faces. Determination tightened their bodies as they pushed their way into her, alternating strokes, setting up a rhythm that kept the tingles skittering under her skin, the need pooling in her pussy, and the lava flowing in her veins. Love poured out in every direction as they gripped her, filled her, gave their all to her.
This didn’t feel like the one night she’d asked for. It felt like forever.
Another orgasm threatened to overtake her, and she looked at Liam, torn between panic and supplication.
As he ground up into her, sweat dripping from his temples with effort, he fused his stare with hers. “Don’t you hold out on us.”
Frantically, she shook her head, then cried out when the force and cadence of their thrusts notched up again. She wasn’t going to last. Neither were they. And she wanted to weep. This couldn’t end, not when she knew in her heart they could have so many more tomorrows together.
In seconds, the ecstasy would send her hurtling into the heavens. But she wanted to make one thing clear first.
“I love you both. Always.”
Liam gripped her waist and forced her down onto his surging cock. “I love you, too. I’ll never stop.”
“Yes, precious!” Hammer bellowed. “I said it. I meant it. I love you. It’s the fucking truth.”
The insistence of their words, the pounding of their bodies, the way they all breathed and swayed together—it felt like total devotion, like nothing less than love.
Her entire body gathered, pooling and swirling. The power of this climax buzzed in her head. Raine glanced in the mirror one last time. They moved as one, the ebb and flow of breaths and limbs, of thrusts and gasps and heartbeats all converged.
Deep inside her, she felt them swell, heard their cries of passion as orgasm gripped them. They held her tighter and shouted her name, hearts pounding against her as they seemingly poured everything from their souls into her.
The explosion hurtled her, a cataclysm that broke and remade her, remolding her into not just a woman, but their woman. As they fell into a heap together on the bed and the men murmured and caressed her, Raine knew that, no matter what, she’d feel like theirs for the rest of her life.
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Raine curled around Liam, her soft exhalations whispering on his neck. Her sighs and cries of ecstasy still played in his head. With them, she’d been giving, open, honest—revealing the dazzling submissive and woman he’d always imagined. Raine had drowned in the bliss of their tandem assault, bravely rising again and again for more, taking them both deeper into her body, her heart, with such splendor it had left him stunned and breathless.
The night had been beyond his wildest fantasies. No comparison with what he, Hammer, and Juliet had shared once long ago. That had been a sex act. This? Adoration and worship. Love should feel every bit this connected and necessary. The reality blew his mind, and he drew her closer, sliding a gaze over to Hammer softly snoring beside her, a coveting hand on her belly.
The room hung heavy with their combined pheromones until every lungful of air stirred the replay in his head again. Closing his eyes, he let it flicker through from beginning to end again, every moment, every sigh, scream and shudder of bliss indelibly carved forever in his memory. She’d loved every second of it, bursting into life and love in a way she’d never done with him alone.
Part of him grieved for what would never be again. Now that ecstasy wasn’t ripping through him, so many of his insecurities came crashing back. Did Raine need Hammer because he alone wasn’t enough for her? Would having Hammer back in the picture mean that she eventually wouldn’t need him? Liam couldn’t forget the way his friend had pounded into her soft body so roughly at times. Liam had nearly stopped him once or twice. But Raine’s moans hadn’t been of distress. Far from it. As much as he hated to, Liam wondered where that left him in her heart.
The buzz of his phone in the pocket of his jeans had him easing away from Raine. He searched the floor for his pants. Who the devil would be calling him now? Everyone who mattered to him was under this roof.
Seeing the light spilling from the pocket, he slid it free as he walked with it into the bathroom and closed the door quietly, answering quickly before the sound woke the other two.
“Hello?”
“Where are you Liam? The people at this Shadows club won’t tell your wife where to find you.”
Bloody hell.
“Ex-wife.” She was in Los Angeles? At Shadows? “What do you want, Gwyneth?”
“You, of course. I need to see you. Now.”
About Shayla Black
Shayla Black (aka Shelley Bradley) is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 30 sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances for multiple print, electronic, and audio publishers. She lives in Texas with her husband, munchkin, and one very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
Shayla’s work has been translated in about a dozen languages. She has also received or been nominated for The Passionate Plume, The Holt Medallion, Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence, and the National Reader’s Choice Awards. RT Bookclub has twice nominated her for Best Erotic Romance of the year, as well as awarded her several Top Picks, and a KISS Hero Awar
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A writing risk-taker, Shayla enjoys tackling writing challenges with every book.
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EROTIC ROMANCE
The Wicked Lovers
Wicked Ties
Decadent
Delicious
Surrender To Me
Belong To Me
“Wicked to Love” (e-novella)
Mine To Hold
“Wicked All The Way” (e-novella)
Ours To Love
“Wicked All Night” - Wicked And Dangerous Anthology
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Pure Wicked (e-novella)
Theirs To Cherish
His To Take
Sexy Capers
Bound And Determined
Strip Search
“Arresting Desire” – Hot In Handcuffs Anthology
Masters Of Ménage (by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake)
Their Virgin Captive
Their Virgin’s Secret
Their Virgin Concubine
Their Virgin Princess
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Doms Of Her Life (by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, and Isabella LaPearl)
One Dom To Love
The Young And The Submissive
Stand Alone Titles
Naughty Little Secret (as Shelley Bradley)
“Watch Me” – Sneak Peek Anthology (as Shelley Bradley)
Dangerous Boys And Their Toy
“Her Fantasy Men” – Four Play Anthology
PARANORMAL ROMANCE
The Doomsday Brethren
Tempt Me With Darkness
“Fated” (e-novella)
Seduce Me In Shadow
Possess Me At Midnight
“Mated” – Haunted By Your Touch Anthology
Entice Me At Twilight
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HISTORICAL ROMANCE (as Shelley Bradley)
The Lady And The Dragon
One Wicked Night
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Strictly Forbidden
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His Lady Bride, Brothers in Arms (Book 1)
His Stolen Bride, Brothers in Arms (Book 2)
His Rebel Bride, Brothers in Arms (Book 3)
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE (as Shelley Bradley)
A Perfect Match
About Jenna Jacob
Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. A lover of music, cooking, camping, and riding Harleys on the open country roads. When she was thirteen she began writing—and not on a stone tablet, as her youngest son often teases. There is always a plot bubbling inside her head that has to be written.
With four grown children, she finally has time to the paint pictures of her twisted mind with words. Outgoing with a sassy sense of humor, she’s never once been accused of being shy. With nearly twenty years of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice.
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Also from Jenna Jacob:
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Embracing My Submission
Masters of My Desire
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Master of My Mind
Doms Of Her Life (by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, and Isabella LaPearl)
One Dom To Love
The Young and The Submissive
About Isabella LaPearl
Isabella LaPearl was born and raised in New Zealand and living in America, Isabella LaPearl is a pseudonym for a disgustingly happy housewife and mother of three. A word painter and artist, she wrestles daily with the people who live inside her head, demanding to be spread on the pages of the tales she weaves. Then—and only then—can she find peace.
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Connexions
The Immortals Box Set
The Quickening Series
Scandalous
Doms Of Her Life (by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, and Isabella LaPearl)
One Dom To Love
The Young And The Submissive
Dangerous Boys and Their Toy
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Trading orgasms for information isn’t their usual way of doing business, but when a missing criminal-turned-star-witness and fifty grand are on the line, bounty hunter R. A. Thorn and Detective Cameron Martinez are prepared to put their bodies to the task and give gorgeous Brenna Sheridan everything she needs.
An exchange they never anticipated becomes an experience none can forget—or walk away from. Sexual hunger sizzles the threesome, but the stakes and danger rise as a mafia bad-ass stalks Brenna.
Soon, their “deal” is no longer about information—or sex. Emotions bind Brenna, Cam and Thorn together more tightly than they ever imagined as the men protect—and serve—the beloved woman neither can live without.
* * * *
“Detective,” she cried. “Thorn broke in, tied me up in my sleep and fondled me without my permission.”
“Not exactly true. I used the key under the flower pot on the front porch to let myself in, and I touched you with your permission—more or less. I asked you if you’d tell me what I wanted to know if I made you come, and you said yes.”
“I didn’t mean it.”
“How was I supposed to know that? You were wet as hell when I touched you. As far as I’m concerned our bargain still stands.”
“Even if it did,” Brenna argued. “You didn’t make me come.”
Thorn flushed red. “I came damn close. Besides, you didn’t specify that I personally had to make you come, just that I had to make sure it happened. Cam will take care of the technicalities.”
Cam sighed and opened his mouth to refute Thorn.
Brenna shot back, “He can’t make me come, either.”
Normally, Cameron would let such a comment slide off his back. He didn’t have the chest-beating, macho caveman instincts Thorn possessed. But somehow, Brenna’s bald statement riled him a touch.
“Actually, I think, under normal circumstances, I could. I’m a patient man willing to take the time to discover what my partner needs during sex.” He cocked his head and stared at Brenna. An odd sort of longing crossed her face. He remembered the night by the pool, watching her frustrated attempt to orgasm. “But what you’re talking about is deeper, right?” He crossed the room to sit on the bed beside her. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
Brenna flushed twenty shades of red then turned away.
He took that to mean no.
An orgasm deficit to most would not be a huge tragedy. Through most of high school and college, Cameron had gone without. Too many people underfoot for self-pleasure. In his mostly white school, too many folks had been unwilling to get naked with someone half Apache, half Hispanic. In Arizona, that century and a half year-old prejudice against Indians and Mexicans still quietly lived on in more than a handful of people.
But Brenna… Her deficit wasn’t a mere case of going without. It was an inability, her shamed expression told him. And Cameron ached for her. What would it be like to be an adult and not know the joy of sexual satisfaction?
Tragedy.
“See? She’s frigid,” Thorn mouthed off.
Cameron whirled on him. “Has anyone ever told you what an enormous prick you are?”
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sp; Thorn grinned. “No, but I hear frequently what an enormous prick I have.”
Cameron rolled his eyes then turned back to Brenna. “Ignore him. When the phrase son of a bitch was coined, they had Thorn in mind.”
“You’re not much better. Pinching me so hard it brought tears to my eyes.”
So he had. Totally unlike him. This stupid plot of Thorn’s wasn’t getting them anywhere, but he may be onto something.
“Key.” He held out his palm to Thorn.
“Ah, shit. Man, you’re going to uncuff her? She looks hot, bound and ready.”
She did. No refuting that. But Thorn couldn’t see the long-term benefit of uncuffing Brenna beyond the short-term benefit the view provided his dick.
“I’d hate to have to arrest you. You’d have to call your brother to bail you out.”
“Oh, hell no!” With another curse, Thorn slapped the key in Cam’s palm. “You ruin all the fun, you know that?”
“I’m the original party pooper.”
With a quick turn of his wrist and a few tugs, Brenna’s wrists were free. He untied her ankles. Just as she would have leapt from the bed and reached for the robe on the floor beside it, Cameron placed a palm between her bare collarbones.
“Not just yet.” Once he had her pinned to the bed, he said, “I am sincerely sorry that no man has taken the time or care with you to give you the pleasure you deserve. I’m sorry you have yet to figure out how to bring yourself to orgasm.” He brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “I know it must bother you. You must feel somewhat left out and…defective.”
