Never Have I Ever: Reynolds Pack, Book 1

by Alisha Rai

  “Now.”

  Taylor’s voice brought Eli’s head up immediately. Ana lay there panting, watching as he caught the condom Taylor tossed at him and suited up, drawing the latex down over his already-hard cock.

  Eli picked her up, arranging her so she was straddling his body, her legs on either side of his thighs, her pussy kissing the tip of his cock. Taylor’s hands were on her ass, spreading her wide. There was the sound of air releasing, and the fullness in her rectum dissipated, leaving behind only a strange aching, empty feeling. She glanced over her shoulder to catch Taylor’s face, all intense and focused on the sight of the plug being removed from her bottom. He caught her gaze and smiled. He looked eager and excited and young, the years falling away from him. She smiled back. He leaned in close and kissed her on the mouth as if he owned it, possessive, hard.

  She was panting when he pulled away. He nodded to Eli, who brought her attention back to him when he inserted his cock in her pussy. He held his erection steady for her as she sank down. Thanks to all their hard work in preparing her, she didn’t even need to be coaxed into accepting it. Eli groaned loudly and tipped his head back, his strong, tanned throat working. “Christ, she’s so tight.”

  “It’s like heaven, isn’t it?”

  “More than heaven.”

  “Are you okay, Ana?”

  She couldn’t respond, she was so close to combusting. Without waiting for Eli to move, she started to ride his cock, crying out at the resulting flashes of ecstasy that came from the drag of his flesh against her inflamed tissues. Eli chuckled, the sound strained. “I think she’s fine.”

  When two pairs of hard hands grabbed her hips and held her still, she wanted to struggle. Fearing that would delay the monster orgasm that was waiting for her even longer, she quieted, laying her head against Eli’s shoulder and breathing hard. “Hush, Ana. We’re not done yet.” Eli’s whisper brushed her ear.

  His hands spread her ass wide, and she wished she had a mirror or a video camera to capture Taylor’s expression as his best friend offered her to him. A hard pressure pushed against her little virgin hole. “Relax,” Taylor murmured.

  “I am.” Still, she tried to relax her body even more. As if waiting for her to let go, he pushed deep, lodging what felt like half his length inside of her. “Oh, God!”

  Her shout didn’t deter Taylor. He thrust again, until she knew she must have taken all of him inside of her because she would never be able to take any more. She lay there, panting, unable to move, filled at both ends. Taylor stroked her hair. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No. God, no.”

  Eli’s chuckle was dark and dangerous. “You like having his cock up your ass, don’t you.”

  “Yes.”

  “When we get home, I’m going to make sure all of your pretty holes are taken care of,” Taylor vowed.

  Her pussy clenched on Eli’s cock at that promise. He swore, no longer sounding amused. “Let’s give her that ride we promised her.”

  They both held her steady for their pleasure, withdrawing and thrusting so she was never completely empty. Even if she had never gotten those pictures, she would have known they had done this before, their rhythm so perfect and in sync with each other. When one slowed down, the other automatically did too. They varied their speed so she never quite knew what to expect.

  It was like a whirlpool of intense sensations, being filled by two males. As much as she loved it, she wondered if she could live through this intensity ever again.

  When Eli’s thrusts became fast and hard, he shook his head, releasing his grip on her hips to just grind up into her pussy. “I’m going to come. If you don’t want it inside of her…”

  Taylor snarled, shocking her with the animalistic sound, particularly since he’d been so in control all throughout. Withdrawing from her ass, he pulled her off Eli’s cock. Eli grabbed his erection and started jacking himself off, lost in his own pleasure.

  Taylor forced her down onto her hands and knees and shoved his monster cock back inside her ass. Thank God. As mind-blowing as it had felt to have both erections inside of her, there was something to be said for being able to focus on one pounding male and the sensations he delivered.

  Especially since Taylor knew her body better than anyone. His cock rammed into her, the thrusts making her breasts shake and her clit throb.

  Want to see his face. Were his eyes yellow, his face lined with concentration? The compulsion was strong enough to make her wriggle in his arms in an effort to dismount and have him take her facing him.

  He didn’t allow it. Reaching below her, he fingered her clit, the touch setting off another orgasm. The climax rolled over her, the waves never breaking, simply building on each other until there was nothing left to keep her body upright. She felt boneless, used. Taylor demanded attention when he grabbed her hair, hauling her upright and pulsing inside her ass. He sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. The barbarism of the action forced a series of aftershocks through her.

  She could feel the splashes of his semen inside of her as he climaxed, growling and grunting like a rutting beast the entire time. His teeth released her flesh, and his mouth was there, licking and softly kissing the mark he had made.

  His touch was tender when he withdrew from her and moved her so he could pick her up gently in his arms. She had no idea where Eli was, and as much fun as he had been, she didn’t even care. All of the love and tenderness in her heart was for her husband. She looked up at him with adoration as he carried her silently up the stairs. If she could have moved her hands, she would have coasted them along that granite jaw, traced the little lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Gosh, but he was so darn pretty. Not that her rugged, tough husband would want to hear that.

  Keeping her in his arms, he somehow managed to get them inside their bedroom. She expected him to drop her on the bed, but instead he took her into the bathroom. He gently set her on her feet, ready to catch her if she so much as stumbled. The gesture was endearing in its protectiveness. Particularly since she didn’t know what he felt would endanger her in the bathroom. It was the thought that counted, right?

  He turned the faucet on and took a good ten seconds to get the temperature right. When he judged it to be okay, he picked her up and stepped inside. He was careful to keep the spray away from her face as he soaped and washed them both, prolonging the cosseted and cherished feeling her submission brought.

  Neither of them spoke much, he intent on his undertaking, she languorous from the sexual workout and his hands on her. She felt squeaky clean by the time he shut off the overhead shower and stoppered the massive tub, allowing it to fill. He tugged her down, seating them so her back was against his front.

  She’d had enough of not seeing his face, though. Oh, she’d realized what he was doing down in the living room, making sure that she didn’t have a good view of his expression the whole time they were having sex. No doubt he feared what she would see.

  Taking advantage of the slippery water that was already waist deep, she slipped out of his arms and turned around to straddle him.

  He started to protest. “Ana—”

  “Shh. You aren’t in charge anymore.” She pressed a kiss against his lips and studied his dear face. “Wanna talk?”

  “Do I ever want to talk?”

  “Nope. Do I ever let you get away with that?”

  His lips twitched. “Rarely.”

  “How was it for you?”

  “Didn’t you feel me coming?”

  “Yes, but I couldn’t see you.” Her voice was chiding, but she couldn’t help it. “No fair about that.”

  “I didn’t want you to see if I lost it.”

  “You mean when your eyes change into that pretty color?”

  He flinched, gaze wary. She rubbed his neck in a soothing motion. “I saw it for a second last night. And I won’t forgive you if you keep fucking me from behind in the future so I w
on’t see you going wild.”

  “Feral,” he said flatly.

  “Not feral. It’s just another side of you coming out to play. And look, it didn’t take over you, did it?”

  He hesitated. “No. It didn’t.”

  “Didn’t I say you could still be in control of it?”

  “You did.”

  “You aren’t in some blackout state right now just because you’ve been indulging your kinky side, are you?”

  “You make it sound stupid when you say it like that.”

  “I figured it was my one chance in life to say something so ridiculous. Are you?”

  “No.”

  She cupped her hand to her ear. “So that would make me…”

  “Right.”

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” Ana leaned in closer. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

  A broad smile spread across his face. There was no warning when he dunked her backward in the water. She came up sputtering.

  “No one likes a gloater, sweetheart.”

  She pushed her wet hair out of her eyes. “You’re just mad because I’m right. As usual.”

  He pulled her close so she was straddling his hips again. He reached out with his toe and shut the water off behind her. “Yeah, you’re right. Now I have a question for you.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  She considered that carefully. “It was hot, I won’t lie. A fantasy fulfilled. But…”

  “But?” he prompted when she stopped speaking.

  “But the best parts were the things you were doing to me. I don’t mind occasionally fulfilling a kinky new fantasy, but this…” she gestured between the two of them, “…this is the best, the hottest, the most mind-blowing experience I can think of.”

  He didn’t say anything and she became worried. Were they on different pages? Now that she’d given him free rein for his desires, did he think they would have nightly ménages? ’Cause, hell, a girl could get sore from playing regularly with two demanding males. “Taylor, I’m sorry if you thought this would be a permanent kind of thing. I was thinking of it more as an…oomph.”

  He crushed his mouth against hers, swallowing her words. When he finally drew away, she realized he was beaming at her. “I take it you don’t mind?” she asked.

  “Mind? No, it’s great. Like you said, it was hot as hell. If you don’t mind, I’d like to play with watching and being watched some more. But at the end there…I just wanted to fuck you by myself, with no one else touching you. That was the hottest thing, taking you, knowing that no one else would be putting their come on you or in you.”

  Watching and being watched? Yum. She shook her head, wanting to make sure there were no more miscommunications or misunderstandings between them. “You don’t think less of me though, right? I mean, because of what I did?”

  He blinked at her and then rolled his eyes. “You worry about the strangest things.”

  “It’s not strange. It’s…”

  “No, I don’t think less of you. I think you’re an extremely sexy, passionate woman.” His lips quirked. “My perfect mate.”

  Mate. Oh. Maybe it was barbaric, but she liked that word. She snuggled closer, and his erection nudged her. “Taylor.”

  His hands stroked up her wet back, soothing her and inflaming her at the same time. “Hmm?”

  “I know you’ve already fucked me. But can you make love to me now?”

  His hands paused on her back. “My pleasure.”

  She thought that perhaps he would slip inside her right there, but he lifted her from the water, cradling her in his arms. With Taylor’s new penchant for hauling her around, she may never need to walk again. He left the bathroom, heading straight for their bed. She shivered despite the heater being on full blast. “I’m cold. And the bedsheets will get wet.”

  “Fuck the bedsheets. And you won’t be cold once I’m inside you.”

  Well, when he put it that way…

  He placed her on the bed and followed after, barely giving her a second to even orient herself. Their wet, naked skin rubbed against each other, the hairs on his body tantalizing and inflaming her smoother flesh.

  The entire night had been one extended session of foreplay for her, so she was more than happy to get to the main course. Thank God, as attuned as he was to her, he realized that. Rising up on one elbow, he fit himself to her cunt and pushed inside.

  After the excesses they’d engaged in, it felt like he was trying to force himself into a too-tight glove. She inhaled, and the distressed noise made him stop. He waited there, lodged inside her, his hips subtly shuttling back and forth as her passage softened to accommodate him. He nuzzled the hair at her temple, murmuring something she couldn’t quite make out, his tone low and soothing. His hands stroked down her sides and over her hips.

  Yes, this was her gentle, patient husband. Love made her heart swell. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you more.”

  “Not possible.”

  “Stop arguing, woman.” His tone was both teasing and affectionate. As he held still inside of her, he bent down to share a slow, languorous kiss.

  “See. We can have it all,” she said, breathless, when they parted. The wild beast and the civilized man; the dark hunger and the tender romance.

  “You were right.”

  “Ooooh. Twice in one day. I think hearing that makes me wetter than any dirty talk.”

  He smiled, taking her mouth again, their tongues lazily tangling. He kissed his way down her neck, nibbling on the spot he knew she liked. He spoke between kisses. “You…were right.” He suckled her breasts, one after the other. “You. Were. Right.”

  “That’s right.” She held his head to her breast. “Don’t you forget it, buddy.”

  His laugh vibrated against her nipple. She would have continued to speak, but his hips lazily thrust forward, and within a few seconds they were both lost in the motion of his body slapping against hers. His thrusts picked up speed, and she welcomed it, her orgasm coiling inside of her until she imploded around his hard length.

  He came within seconds of her, his hips still thrusting, as if he was trying to get his semen as far inside her as he could. When he calmed, she stroked his heaving back, refusing to let him roll off her immediately to spare her his weight as he usually did. She loved his body, loved every part of this amazing, wild, sweet man.

  His breathing evened out, and she realized he’d fallen asleep on top of her, his penis still lodged deep within her body. She wound her leg around him and continued to run her hands up and down him, touching his sweaty hair, his neck, his back, unable to get enough of him.

  Half asleep, he shifted, moving so she wasn’t squished but he was still on top of her. Like a puppy, he snuffled and rooted against her neck, inhaling deeply and calming again. “Still love you more,” he rumbled.

  “Still not possible.”

  “I guess there’s something you’re not right about.”

  Chapter Ten

  Taylor buttoned his shirt as he walked down the hall. When he passed the large mirror on one of the walls, he almost stopped and did a double take. Who the hell was that grinning fool?

  He’d always thought marrying Ana had made him the happiest man in the world. Who knew he could be happier? All because his wife had forced him to stop running from himself.

  The sound of heavy footsteps near the front door had him frowning and changing direction.

  “Are you sneaking out?”

  Eli stopped with his hand on the doorknob. He turned to look at Taylor. “Of course not. I never sneak anywhere.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “They just called me ten minutes ago. The road’s cleared. Thought I would head out and give you and Ana some space.”

  “So…you just came here, meddled in my life for the better, and you were going to walk out without another word?”

  “What can I say? I’m a little like Mary Poppins, without the who
le singing thing.”

  Taylor walked over to Eli until they stood about a foot apart. Eli looked uncharacteristically somber. “Eli…do we need to talk about anything?”

  “Anything?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You mean, anything to do with the threesome we had a few hours ago in my living room?”

  “That would be the anything I was referring to.”

  Oddly enough, Eli seemed to relax. He punched Taylor lightly in the shoulder. “Dude, do I look like Dr. Phil? As long as you’re cool, I’m cool.”

  Taylor exhaled, relieved. “I’m cool.”

  “And Ana?”

  “She’s good. We’re good.”

  Eli leaned against the door. “Good. I’m really glad I could help. You’re not being stupid anymore, then.”

  “I don’t think Ana would let me even if I wanted to.”

  “Awesome. Can I see you guys at the next pack party then? I’ve got a hell of a Spring Luau planned this year.”

  He stiffened. Wolves loved parties. Not him. Since he’d broken with the pack, he’d avoided occasions when he’d have to socialize with his former buddies. They reminded him too much of what he’d been. Plus, the chance was too high he’d run into his smug, self-righteous, bastard of a father. “No.”

  “But I thought you were done being stupid? You can’t move forward ’til you completely embrace your whole self, man. I saw that on Oprah. Packs stick together and you’re one of us.”

  “One, you watch too much daytime television. Two, my father kicked me out.”

  Eli looked down his nose disdainfully, every inch the patriarch. “Only the alpha has the authority to do that, and it was never done. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve been pack since the second your idiot father’s sperm fertilized your mom’s egg.”

  “Wow. That’s quite possibly the most sickening imagery you’ve ever come up with.”

  “Come, brother. For yourself and for your wife, because she’s entitled to the protection of your family, but mostly for me, because I’m a selfish bastard. I miss you.”

  Taylor coughed to clear his throat. “Fine. I guess inviting us to your swanky parties is the least you can do for me.”