Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2)

by Bianca Sommerland

  "Go ahead, sweetheart." Dean moved closer, took her hand, and ran it down his chest. "I love it when you touch me while you have that look in your eyes. Like you're starving."

  She gave him a sly smile as she pulled his boxers over his dick and let them fall. His erection was dark at the crown with thick veins along the length that beckoned for her to stroke them with her tongue. A bead of precum on the tip for her to taste. Her lips parted as he knelt beside her on the bed. He helped her up enough so she could take him in. And held her there as he languorously thrust into her mouth.

  Salt and clean, rich musk. She swallowed as he pressed deep, hitting the back of her throat. Her lips slid easily over his smooth, hot flesh. Her own heat spilled over Landon's tongue as he thrust it in and out of her, matching her pace with Dean. Being between them was utter perfection. She'd been in ménages before, she'd always preferred it, but it had never felt like this.

  "Silver." Landon lifted his head and his breath rushed out over her. "I need you."

  She glanced up at Dean and let his slip from her lips when he nodded. "I need you too."

  Landon pushed off the bed and peeled off his leather pants. He paused just long enough to don a condom, then crawled over her, curving his hands under her hips to lift her up. He tipped his dick downwards and eased into her, watching as their bodies came together.

  The stretching, the slick glide, opened her up as she took him inside her, but not as much as the raw emotion in his eyes. She reached up and pulled him down, wrapping her arms around him as he drove all the way in.

  "Let it go, Landon." She kissed him, then lowered her head to the crook between his shoulder and his neck. "Whatever it is, let it go. Just for now."

  He pushed up and nodded, sliding out and grinding back in. She focused on tensing and releasing, determined to make sure he found the pleasure he'd given her.

  After a few hard thrusts, he lifted his head and grinned at her. "Non, mignonne. I see what you're trying to do, and it's not happening."

  "What—"

  He slammed into her and her breath escaped her in a gasp. Hand on her hips, he rolled over. He pulled her up until the tip of him threatened to slip from her clutching pussy.

  "Richter, would you join us?"

  "Gladly." Dean fisted his hand in her hair and pressed slick fingers against her back hole, spreading cool, slippery lube. "You didn't really think you had any control over this, did you, dragonfly?"

  She whimpered as his fingers speared her. He fucked her with them, adding more lube as Landon pressed up into her pussy. Dark embers of desire came to life deep in her core as Dean removed his fingers and pushed the head of his dick against that snug entrance that had been used before, but never in a way she enjoyed. And Dean was quite a bit bigger than Asher. Which meant more stretching. More burning. But she knew how to make it easier, so she relaxed the tight ring of muscles and let him in.

  "Pet, you will listen to me." Dean tugged her hair, fully seated in her ass, but perfectly still. "I'm not fucking your ass like Asher did. I'm taking you, while Landon takes you, because we both need you too much to take turns. Every part of you belongs to us."

  "I know." Her vision blurred as tears spilled over her lashes. "It's just—"

  "Silver." Landon took her face in his hands and gave her a hard look. "You asked me to let it go. You have to do the same. Be here with us. This is ours. No matter what others did in the past, they can't ruin this for us."

  "No." She sniffed and smiled at him. He was right. "No one will ruin this."

  "That's my girl." Landon took hold of her wrists and drew them behind his neck. "This will be rough. I'm ready to lose control and I don't know if I can be gentle."

  "Don't be." She bent down and nipped his chin. "I can take it."

  Dean's fingers dug into her hips as he hammered into her. He bit her shoulder and growled. "Yes, you can."

  The abrupt filling burned, all around both men, stretching her. She cried out as they both pounded into her. Dean's dick stirred as Landon gave a few shallow thrusts. The discordant pleasure threw her off her perch of control and she clawed at the back of Landon's neck as they rode her hard. Sweat beaded on her brow and trickled down her back as she struggled to keep up with them. Dean lapped up her spine even as Landon pressed his teeth into her throat and bit down. Carnal flames burst within.

  You selfish cunt! She inhaled deep and did her best to bury her pleasure. You've taken enough! Give them something!

  "I can't stop!" She cried out as Dean pistoned in and out. "Please come with me."

  Landon bowed up as Dean dropped down.

  "I'm with you, mignonne."

  "We're with you."

  She felt them burst within and accepted her own release as they enfolded her in muscle and heat. Her whole body split open and her head struck Dean's shoulder as she threw it back and screamed. The violent quakes inside her came over and over, tensing until all her muscles were locked into the throws of pleasure.

  Perfectly still, she held her breath and waded into tranquility, afraid it would toss her into oblivion. Neither man moved.

  "Silver?" Landon rose up on his elbows and stared at her. "Tell me you're okay."

  Easy enough. "I'm okay."

  "Like you mean it."

  Uck, since you put it that way . . . Was she okay? She winced as Dean pulled out. Well, for one, she was a little sore, but not bad sore. And the sex had been fucking awesome. But . . .

  She swallowed and slid her hips upwards, off Landon. Her thoughts flew into a vicious storm, wildly accessing what she had just done. She'd fucked him. All that time she'd just wanted her friend back, and now that she had him, the first thing she'd done was fucked him.

  It wasn't like that. You didn't fuck him.

  Then what had she done? Had she finally managed to completely ruin one of the best things she'd ever had?

  "Mignonne." Landon tugged her down, facing him, and whispered in her ear. "Talk to me."

  She groaned at the sudden urge to break down and cry. "It's going to sound stupid, but I still want us to be friends."

  "Tu me rends fou." Landon nipped her earlobe and laughed. "We can still be friends, but we both need more."

  "I know, but I'm going to miss that fun stuff."

  "So you think I'm going to be boring now?"

  Still a bit sniffly, she buried her face in the pillow. Uncontrollable giggles overtook her and she did her best to muffle them before gasping out. "Well, you are a Dom."

  The smack! Dean laid on her ass echoed over Landon's laughter. She sat up with a yelp.

  Dean shoved her back down. "Are you comfortable being shared by us, dragonfly?"

  "Yes . . . ." She rested on her side, looking from Landon, to Dean. "If you are?"

  "Sweetheart, if I wasn't okay with this, Landon wouldn't be here." Dean punched Landon's shoulder, then plopped onto his back and rolled Silver against his side. "What's that look for, goalie?"

  "I'm not used to you calling me Landon." Landon shrugged and stretched out on her other side. "But I am grateful that you included me. You didn't have to."

  "Yes. I did." Dean wounded a strand of her hair around his fingers and smiled at her. "I promised I wouldn't make her choose. I'm just happy she didn't decide she liked Demyan better. I don't think I could stomach sharing a bed with him."

  Her skin crawled as she pictured Demyan in Landon's place. He wasn't a bad guy, really, but he didn't look at her like Landon did. Like she was special. Her nose wrinkled as something occurred to her. "You would have let me choose him?"

  "Honestly?" Dean shifted over a bit. Elbow on the bed, he settled his head in his hand. "I don't know. If I thought you needed him, maybe. But it became pretty clear tonight that you don't."

  "Am I that easy to read?"

  "I wish you were." Dean touched her cheek and sighed. "This would have happened sooner."

  "Put the blame where it belongs." Landon shook his head and grinned. "Then again, maybe it's better things
turned out the way they did. I wouldn't have been as generous as Dean is."

  "That can change any time, asshole." Dean gave Landon a lazy smile. "Leave her again like you did and you'll see what happens."

  Landon inclined his head. "So noted." His eyes widened. "Oh, speaking of which, I have something for you, Silver."

  Like she needed anything else? What she had already was more than she could possibly have hoped for. "What is it?"

  He leaned over the bed and came up with a folded blanket. "I got this for you . . . I figured you could use it when we watch movies or . . . ." His brow furrowed. "During aftercare."

  As he spread the blanket over her, she fingered the extremely soft fabric and admired the brilliant colors. A southwestern pattern with simple geometric shapes in red and blue, split by a rich tan length.

  "I know it probably won't go with anything at your place, but—"

  "Landon, I love it." She patted the bed beside her. "And anyway, nothing goes with my place right now, including my own stuff. Dean said he'd come over and help me fix it. This blanket gives me some ideas, so thank you."

  Dean curved against her back and stroked the blanket over her shoulder. "Yes, I think I could work with these colors. Anything is better than your Pepto Bismol decor."

  "Pepto Bismol?" The mattress groaned as Landon laid down, and for the first time, Silver got a chance to really take in how big he was. His arms were thicker than her thighs and everything about him was hard as molded steel. Except for his eyes and his lips.

  They could be though. She ducked her head as his lips formed a tender smile and resumed exploring him. He had a large tattoo on his right side, over his ribs. A tribal style phoenix rising from broken glass—no, from a shattered shell. A ribbon above the phoenix bore a date in roman numerals and part of a familiar poem was written across the center of the phoenix were the dark lines faded.

  She read the words in a whisper. "Take this kiss upon the brow, and, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow--You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream. Yet if hope has flown away, in a night, or in a day. In a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream."

  Landon silently watched her.

  "Tell me about it, Landon." She trailed her fingers over the ribbon. "I need to know."

  "Do you?" He extended his hand and slipped his fingers into her hair to touch her scar. "And when will you tell me about this?"

  "Soon."

  He nodded slowly. "All right. Well, I'll tell you about this soon too."

  "Like tomorrow?"

  "Sure." He pressed her head down to his chest and spoke over her. "You sure it's okay for me to crash here tonight?"

  "Yeah. It's fine." Dean murmured into her hair. "Place is usually empty. You can stay here as long as you need to."

  "What if I want him to stay at my place?" Silver moved to turn and face Dean, but Landon trapped her hand on his chest and Dean dropped his arm over her hip. "Uck! You guys don't get to decide everything!"

  "While we're still in the bedroom, pet, yes, we do," Dean said.

  Him and his rules. She rolled her eyes, glad neither of them could see her doing it. "Fine. But we will discuss this when we're not in the bedroom."

  "We'll discuss whatever you want, mon petit chaton." Landon yawned. "In the morning. Tais toi maintenant."

  Dean snorted.

  "You understand French?" Strands of hair spilled into her mouth as she turned her head as far as she could. She stopped glaring when Dean pulled her hair away from her face. "Thanks."

  "You're welcome."

  "So what did he say?"

  "Be quiet."

  How fucking rude. "Why—"

  "That's what he said." Dean grinned and kissed her nose. "And I think it's an excellent idea."

  "All right, but I'm making a new rule." She pursed her lips. "No more saying things I can't understand."

  "You don't make the rules, pet."

  "You're such a—"

  "Careful."

  "Arg! Fine!" She pressed her face into Landon's shoulder to hold back a laugh. Sometimes, the whole sub thing felt like walking a tightrope, arousing to try and stay in line, even more so dreading what would happen if she slipped. Then there were times like this when it was just plain fun. With Dean anyway. So far Landon wasn't much of a fun Dom.

  "Actually, 'Tranquilles' is 'be quiet'." Landon eased away from her and his eyes shone with mirth. "I told you to shut up."

  "Oh you—!" She snatched up a pillow and swung it at him. He caught it, pulling as she lunged forward.

  They both fell off the side of the bed. Landon let out a loud grunt.

  "Mind not breaking my goalie?" Dean called out.

  "Your goalie?" Silver folded her hands over Landon's chest and bent down to kiss him. "Screw that. He's all mine."

  Chapter Thirty

  Dull grey fog hovered outside the bedroom window and a chill crept under the blanket. Dean rolled onto his side and opened his eyes in slits to take in the empty bed. Light laughter broke out from beyond the partially closed door. He caught the scent of bacon and cursed.

  His first step speared pain from his knee straight up into his thigh. He staggered forward and glanced at his cane, propped against the wall by the closet.

  Oh, hell no. He drew himself up to his full height and strode as steadily as he could from the bedroom to the kitchen. Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned on the doorframe and grinned.

  "Got yourself in trouble already this morning, dragonfly?"

  Sitting naked in the middle of the small round wooden table, Silver had her arms bound behind her back in a simple, yet efficient arm tie. A quick bit of rope work, the kind he often used in capture fantasy.

  Silver pouted at him, but didn't answer.

  "Hungry, boss?" Landon brought two plates to the table. Eggs, bacon, beans—the works. He snickered when Dean eyed his un-scorched kitchen. "I picked this up from the diner down the street. I've learned my lesson."

  "Good man." Dean pulled up a chair and dug right in. He thanked Landon for the coffee he set before him, then eyed Silver. "So what's with the table ornament?"

  Landon shrugged. "I don't like grumpy subs first thing in the morning. She snapped at me when I asked her what she'd like for breakfast and then told me to just 'get some fucking coffee'."

  Dean shook his head as he chewed on a nice greasy piece of bacon. His brow furrowed as he looked Silver over. She mustn't have been there very long, but—

  "Don't worry, I didn't leave her here like this while I was gone." A muscle in Landon's cheek twitched. "Actually, I tried to take it easy on her. Asked her to set the table. Came back to find her still sitting here, sulking."

  "Well, she's certainly not a morning person." He smiled at her over his cup as he recalled the last time she'd been moody with him in the morning. "Not usually anyway."

  Silver ducked her head as she blushed.

  "I don't expect little miss sunshine at the crack of dawn, but I won't tolerate nastiness." Landon held a forkful of eggs up to Silver. "And we've spoken about her eating habits."

  "I see." Dean watched the younger man feed Silver, wondering whether or not he should interfere. Landon's strict training might come in handy during a scene, but Silver wouldn't enjoy being micromanaged. "She's always had a healthy appetite with me."

  Landon sat back and frowned. "If you've got a problem with how I'm handling things, just say so."

  "Landon, if I had a problem, I would. The two of you will have to negotiate your relationship." Dean shoved some beans into his mouth. The pain in his knee hiked up to a level that couldn't be ignored any longer. His stomach turned as he pictured either going through the day with his cane and some painkillers, or toughing it out. The dampness of fall near the ocean made the latter almost laughable. But his pride didn't see it that way. He pushed his plate away from him and braced to stand with his face as blank as possible. "I'm going to take
a shower. I won't be long if either of you need a lift."

  "Wait." Silver inhaled and looked from him to Landon. "Please untie me, Sir."

  "Silver, I told you—"

  "Red."

  Landon's colored dropped. He shot out of his seat and went around behind her to untie the knots. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurting? I asked you—"

  "This isn't about me." Silver hopped off the table and brushed by Landon, coming up to kneel in front of Dean. "What's wrong?"

  Dean smiled down at her and grazed his knuckles down her cheek. "Nothing, pet."

  "Don't fucking lie to me." She stood and held her hand up towards Landon when he made an angry sound. "Look, I want this, with both of you. It's kinda exciting to know I can get punished for being naughty, even if I rarely enjoy the punishment. And sometimes it just makes me feel like you know I can do better. But I think I have the right to expect things from you too. Like some goddamn honesty."

  "I'm sorry." Landon rubbed his hand over his face. "If I went too far—"

  "I'm not mad at you!" She jabbed her finger into Dean's chest. "I'm mad at you! I'm supposed to tell you when something's wrong, right? Or is that just during a scene?"

  "I think we have more than the scenes, my love." Holy shit, she was sexy all fired up with concern for him. And she was right. He sighed and took her hands between his. "The weather makes my knee act up. It's damp and cold and—"

  "And . . . ?"

  Pushy little thing. But again, he would be pissed if she hid her pain from him. He sighed. "And it hurts like a motherfucker."