by Lainey Reese
“So, gentlemen,” Brice said, “shall we continue this in the penthouse?”
“Hey, y’all, is this a private party?” Five seconds ago Brice would have said that nothing short of murder could have distracted him at that moment. He would have been wrong.
Brice pulled his hand back from Terryn and stood to hug his oldest and dearest friend. “Gage,” he said, thumping him on the back. “Damn, it’s good to see you, man.”
Gage was a good three inches taller than he was and had the thick build of a pro football player. Since Brice was six-two and no lightweight, it always shocked him a little when he was up close and personal with him. The big Texan pounded him a couple times between his shoulders and if Brice hadn’t been braced for it, he would’ve been toppled into the table.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” Brice asked.
Gage gave him a last bone-crushing squeeze and stepped around the table to thump on the other two men. “Well, I wasn’t plannin’ on comin’. You know me. I got an itch to see ya and decided to scratch it.” He turned to Riley who’d been bouncing on her toes waiting for her turn to hug him. “C’mere, l’il dahrlin’.” He swung her up and cradled her like he was holding an infant. Brice smirked and thought she looked like one in his arms.
“We miss you.” Riley kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Aw, now, dahrlin’, that’s nice to hear.” He smiled fondly at her, then grinned at her husbands, “Well now, I got what I came here for, so I’ll be seein’ ya.” He turned as if to leave, but Cade stood up and plucked Riley from his hold with a chuckle.
“Nice try, Gage. I keep telling you—not until we’re dead. You know we left her to you in the will.”
“You might want to stop reminding me,” Gage said as he stole a chair from a nearby table and sat down. “See, my best friend o’er there is a cop and he might get suspicious when you two turn up missin’.”
Brice knew the second Gage became aware of Terryn. The easygoing, smooth-talking Texan disappeared in a blink to be replaced by two hundred plus pounds of hungry Dom. Gage was more of a sucker for a redhead than Brice was and Terryn was no ordinary redhead.
He stared at her for a full thirty seconds, taking in every detail as she squirmed in her seat, trying to keep still. Brice could tell she was nervous about this unexpected turn of events and he felt a swell of pride in his chest that she stayed true to the rules of the evening.
“Brice, my friend,” Gage said, his already deep baritone voice even deeper now, “please tell me you are not as selfish with this sweet treasure as these two are with theirs.”
Brice watched Terryn closely as he twirled a lock of her hair around one finger and answered. “You know me.”
He left it at that to see how she’d react when he didn't clarify. He’d mentioned sharing her briefly on the night they’d met and the thought had turned her on. He had been planning on exploring that later. Now with Gage here, it was just too easy. The only men he trusted more as Doms were Cade and Trevor.
She was being a good little sub and continued to wait on his Will, so he’d cut the suspense early. “Terryn,” he said, leaning close to whisper hot and quiet in her ear, “this is my closest friend. He’s also one of the best Doms I’ve ever seen in action. Why don’t you go say hello?” Then he kissed the side of her neck and sat back. Gage was seated across from them with his legs sprawled wide and his focus never wavered as Terryn stood up and walked to him.
“Damn, son.” Gage said it like a prayer when she rounded the table and he got a clear look at her from head to foot.
Brice had to give her credit—she didn’t falter. She just walked right up to him and with her head lowered whispered, “Hello, um, Sir. I’m Terryn.”
Gage looked once more toward Brice for confirmation—which Brice thought was only right—and only after he received a nod of approval did he reach out and touch her. He scooped a hand under her hair and another around her hips, then pulled until she was flush against his side. Then he kissed her.
Brice had been braced for it, sure that he would feel a tidal wave of jealousy. But what he felt was a fierce rush of heat. That was his sub and she was blowing his friend’s mind right now with just a kiss. Brice could see Gage’s hand clinch where it rested on her hip. She stood back from his kiss on shaky legs, but Gage only tightened his hold and tugged her into his lap. With all the things that they could do to her dancing through his imagination, Brice decided that it was time to call an end to dinner.
“Well,” he said to Cade and the others, “I think our plans have changed for the evening. We’ll have to continue this another time.”
Brice knew that they all loved Gage like family, but he also knew that he himself was still the only man they allowed in during a scene with Riley. Brice could count on one hand the number of times they’d had her in the playrooms at the club and during those times no one was allowed into the play. It was strictly hands-off.
“Bring him around tomorrow when you surface. We’ll shoot a couple rounds of pool and catch up.” Cade then stood and took Riley by the hand. “Come on, Ry, Trevor and I are not through playing with you yet.”
Riley leaned over to kiss Gage and Terryn both on the cheek before the two men ushered her up and away. After only a couple steps, she stopped and hurried back to give Brice a hug. The gesture warmed his heart.
“You be careful not to let Gage steal her away,” she whispered, for his ears alone. “I think she just might be the one for you.”
Brice smiled and whispered back, “What makes you think that?”
She laid a soft kiss on his cheek and said, “Because you didn’t ask me to run away with you this time.” Then she sauntered back to her men. If she would have turned to face him, he wondered if she’d be surprised to see the dumbstruck look he could feel on his face.
“So, dahrlin’.” Gage pulled her tighter into his lap and Brice looked over to see her face flush when she met his eyes. “Before we get started, I need to know your safe word.”
“‘Pickles’, Sir,” Terryn said and turned a fiery red when Gage laughed full and loud.
“Wh-why in God’s green earth did you pick that?” he managed to gasp out between chuckles.
“Yes,” Brice added with a smile and a chuckle of his own. “Why pickles?” He sat back down and decided to let Riley’s unsettling comment go until he had time to give it serious thought.
“Well.” Terryn couldn’t face them as she explained her choice, so she fiddled with a fold in her skirt and answered. “I wanted to pick something that could never be mistaken for a sex word.” She laughed herself and continued, “You know, something that would never be called out during sex under any circumstance.”
“You succeeded, sugar.” Gage then stood her on her feet and said to Brice, “Let’s dance a while first. I got a need to show you up on the dance floor before we get started.”
Brice stood back up and gestured for Gage to lead the way. “Dance all you want, twinkle-toes,” he taunted. “It won’t make a damn bit of difference. She’s mine.”
Chapter Twelve
Terryn was having the time of her life.
Gage laughed and smiled constantly. Terryn couldn’t help but stare at the big man. The Texan was taller than anyone she had ever danced with and his shoulders and arms were huge. He also had a tight, rock-hard abdomen; she knew because he kept dragging her up against it. He was handsome as a pirate, all dressed in black from head to toe, and he was beautiful in a way very few men were. He wasn’t pretty, not like a man who looked too feminine. Rather, he was how she pictured an avenging angel would appear. He had amazing bone structure, piercing blue eyes and thick, wavy blond hair that he had tied at the back of his neck. She was the envy of every woman in the club.
He also hadn’t let her leave the dance floor since they’d walked onto it. Terryn was more than impressed with his skill—she was dazzled. He moved with a powerful grace and commanded her every step with
such ease she felt like she was floating. She’d never danced with a guy who could lead so masterfully and it made something hot and needy come to life in her belly.
Brice wasn’t dancing. He was seated at a table close to the dance floor and watched them with a gleam in his eye that let her know he was enjoying what he saw. Terryn felt as strong of a connection with him right then as she did with Gage. She felt like she was dancing for Brice and every move she made, every sway of her body was for his pleasure and entertainment.
Gage grabbed her hips and turned her ’til her back was flush to his front, then he bent his knees until she felt the bulge of his erection nestled against her ass. He gave a hard thrust and pulled her tight to him at the same time and right then Brice brought the clit stimulator to life.
“Let’s see how long it takes to get our boy there outta his chair, hmm?” Gage whispered huskily in her ear.
Then those large, calloused hands started running all over her body. He dipped low and cupped a hand around each knee then straightened slowly, his hands dragging up the inside of her legs the whole way. When he reached the tops of her thighs, he pulled her hips back into his again and then set them on a grinding, sensuous rotation that had her panting and him hard as granite between her cheeks.
Her arms moved with a will of their own, sliding her hands over the large ones that gripped her thighs, then up over her swaying body. She cupped her breasts, caressing them like an offering to Brice.
“Mmm, dahrlin’,” Gage rumbled in her ear. “That’s it. Tease those sweet thangs for us. Damn.” His voice dropped even lower when she ground her ass harder against him. His head dipped and he set his teeth to the ultra-sensitive spot where neck met shoulder—and bit. A shock wave seared over her body from that spot out and Terryn arched her head back onto Gage with a strangled moan.
Terryn hadn’t realized that her eyes had closed until they flew open when Brice joined them. His face was stark with desire as he settled his hands on her hips. She had assumed he couldn’t dance since he'd been watching up until now but when he brought himself flush to her front and started moving with them, she realized that she was wrong. Brice moved with the same primitive animal grace that he made love with. He placed one strong leg between her thighs, one hand on her waist and circled his hips against hers.
Gage laughed low in his chest, the sound of an aroused man who knew he was getting what he wanted, and moved in perfect sync with Brice. They shifted forward and back and up and down and the whole time there were hands on her everywhere. Gage slid one up the back of her thigh to grab a full cheek of her ass in a caress that stole the breath from her. Brice lifted her arms up and back ’til they draped over Gage’s shoulders, then trailed his hands from her elbows to her breasts while the three of them swayed into a graceful arch.
Terryn didn’t know how many people in the club were watching and she wouldn’t have cared if she did. They mastered her body on that floor the way she longed to be mastered in bed and she was lost in the erotic thrill of it.
Just when she was so turned on she wouldn’t have cared if they stripped her and took her right there on the dance floor, Gage turned her around and lifted her in one fluid move. Before she knew what had happened, she had her legs tight around his hips and his hands were grinding her against him as he and Brice headed for the playrooms. Gage’s hands were so large that he completely engulfed the cheeks of her ass. Once they were far enough in the hallway to be out of sight from the main club, he let those hands get busy.
“Well, well, well,” he said in that sexy southern drawl. “Lookie what we have here.” One long finger found the anal plug. Terryn let out a squeak as he started pushing it in deeper in rhythm with his steps.
She heard Brice say, “I wondered when you’d find that.” Then Brice turned it on.
Terryn didn’t squeak then—she shouted. Every muscle in her body flexed and pulsed in time with what Gage was doing. His steps slowed and he pulled his head back a little to watch her face as she grew more and more frantic.
He murmured words of encouragement to her, telling her to come, telling her, “Get it, girl. C’mon, lemme see it. Lemme feel it” in a voice so gravelly deep just the sound alone could have made her come.
But it wasn’t just his voice, it was that fantastic body he’d been teasing her with for the last hour and his hands on her and the toys that Brice kept turning off and on. Terryn locked so tightly against him she would have feared choking him if she had a brain cell capable of functioning right then. She buried her face in the curve of his neck and exploded in one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced while she quivered and shook in his embrace.
Gage’s body seemed to turn to stone under and around her. He cupped one hand behind her head while the other doubled the pace of the plug as he let fly with a string of cuss words and erotic promises while the orgasm laid waste to her system.
Terryn felt Brice’s arms come around her and he gently pulled her free. She wobbled when he stood her on her feet, so Brice opted to carry her instead. He cradled her in his arms like she was the proverbial damsel of a fairy tale. She felt like one at the moment. With an inner purr, she amended that it was an X-rated fairy tale, which only made it that much better to her way of thinking.
Gage led them to the check-in area, but Terryn only had eyes for Brice at the moment. His features looked carved in granite and his smoldering gaze made her feel singed.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, pet.” His arms tightened even more. “I need you to promise to use your safe word if you feel too overwhelmed. Promise me, because as soon as we get you to a room,” he took a deep breath, visibly straining for control, “that’s the only thing that’s going to stop us, Terryn. The only thing.”
Terryn would have liked to say something coy in reply. Something flirty and sophisticated that would make her sound worldly and urbane. Looking at him in that moment, feeling the waves of lust and heat pouring off him peeled away all her outer layers and left only what she was at her core. A submissive.
“I promise, Sir.” Then she lowered her eyes.
I promise, Sir. Brice felt the words reverberating in his soul. Her surrender, her submission went to his head like whisky and sang through his blood like a drug. He called on every control technique he had at his disposal to rein in the beast within while Gage checked them in.
“Master Gage!” The breathy call that came from the young woman behind the counter. It was filled with the zealous glee usually heard only by rock stars. In this club, however, it was the Master Doms that were the rock stars and of them, Gage was legendary. Brice tore his gaze from Terryn and watched with a smile while the normally reserved and properly quiet Candy bounced on the balls of her feet and reached with both hands toward Gage. “It’s been so long since you came. Are you going to be staying for a while? Have you picked a sub for your stay? Can I help? Can I be your—”
“Well now, sugar,” Gage interrupted, crossing his arms over his massive chest, purposefully reminding her that a sub doesn’t touch without permission. He gentled the rebuke with his ever-present smile and said, “I’m just in for a short visit, and me an’ Master Brice there are fixin’ to get us a playroom. Can you be a dahrlin’ and sign us in?”
Candy’s hopeful face fell faster than a popped balloon and Brice felt a pang of sympathy. Candy was such an earnest, sweet sub, and her crush on Gage was obvious. Brice whispered to Terryn and set her on her feet so he could put his things in his locker, then they headed for their room. Once he closed the door behind them, he felt his blood simmer back up to boil.
“Strip,” Brice said as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the door. Gage’s smile was sharp and quick as he too crossed his arms and stood back to watch.
Terryn looked unsure for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and reached for the hem of her little black dress. Gage whistled low and soft as the gown fluttered to the floor.
Terryn stood in the mid
dle of the room, anxious yet ready. She wore only the belt and a sexy pair of heels. The rosy tips of her perfect breasts were obscured under the pads that were attached to the belt. Likewise, her clit was also hidden from view with a pad and the scant covering of her most sensitive parts was as taunting as a red flag to a bull.
As she stood there with her shoulders back and spine straight, Brice was struck by her intensity as well as her beauty. It was a heady rush having a strong woman waiting on his Will.
“Gage.” With the tilt of his head, Brice indicated the bar hanging from the ceiling. Gage gave a nod and stalked over to Terryn. She looked up at him with eyes wide enough to swallow her whole face. He dipped his head and kissed her full, deep and long. She was sagging in his arms by the time he ended it.
“Lower your eyes now, sub, and don’t lift them again until you’re given permission.” Brice heard the edge in Gages voice, the tone that let him know his friend was entering his Dom state of mind and the playful gentleman façade was gone.
As Brice watched Gage lower the spreader bar to the floor in front of Terryn, he became hyper aware of his body and the desire thrumming through it. Gage wrapped the ankle cuffs around first one delicate ankle and then ordered her to widen her stance until she was lined up for the next. After Gage attached the second one, Brice heard his hum of appreciation.
“Oh you sweet thang,” he rumbled, “I do love a nice pair of legs in shackles.”
His large hands checked the fit of the cuffs to make sure they were snug enough but not in danger of pinching. Then those hands stroked and caressed their way up her mile-long legs. Brice could see Terryn quiver even from where he stood.
