Chapter 9 Payton
PAYTON
Kissing was one of my favorite things, but kissing Reed, even for that single heartbeat, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
My blood roared in my ears, my entire body lighting on fire. I held my breath as the moment lingered.
I shouldn’t kiss him.
He was my rescuer, one of three of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on.
I should be concerned with the storm raging outside, the threat of men coming after me.
Anything other than the way Reed’s thumb ran back and forth over my knuckles, and the way our breaths tangled together like they belonged to one another.
Reed’s dark hair fell over his forehead, his scruff of beard shadowing his jaw when he shifted in the rocking chair.
I ran my fingers through his hair and over his cheek, enjoying the prickle of goosebumps that erupted when the stubble scraped my palm.
His hazel eyes danced in the firelight, a rueful grin twisting his lips.
He let me explore, and I had a sudden urge to forget about everything except the way he made me feel.
Tarron had been careful and conscientious as he examined me earlier.
He seemed like the quiet type, but nothing compared to Maverick.
Why was I thinking of them? I should be focused on Reed.
The hell with it. I’d been through a traumatic ordeal.
I had every right to throw myself into something wild and crazy to compensate for my brush with death.
I settled my hand on Reed’s cheek and kissed him again.
The rich aroma of masculine desire and pine assaulted my senses.
His lips were firm and warm, and he let me lead the kiss with a lingering touch of exploration.
He’d suggested the kiss, but I took control with a boldness my rescue had brought out.
Reed made a low sound, almost a groan.
It settled in my belly and tugged all my nerve endings until they flared to life, heightening my senses. I drew in a ragged breath and deepened the kiss.
Reed met me touch for touch, his tongue easing into my mouth and stroking alongside mine. I fisted my hand in his hair.
The rocking chair arm dug into my ribs when I tried to move closer.
Our knees bumped, and the blanket Tarron gave me earlier slid from my shoulders.
A prickle of awareness spread across the back of my neck. Tarron and Maverick slept close enough to hear us, and even the large living area couldn’t hide us if they woke up.
I needed Reed.
That single thought eclipsed everything else. “Should we find somewhere more private?” I asked between kisses.
Reed buried his head in the curve of my neck.
His hot breath sent a rash of delicious shivers over my skin when he unleashed a dark and sexy laugh. “That…or we invite them to join us.”
Electricity ran the length of my spine, shaking my entire body.
“What?” I couldn’t have heard him right. Men didn’t do things like that. They were all about having multiple women, but not sharing the same one. I’d never been with more than one man at a time. What would it be like?
Reed kissed a line down my shoulder, easing my shirt away with every kiss.
He reached my collarbone and made his way back up, lingering over the pulse in my neck. “They could join us. The three of us, together, bringing you pleasure.”
His words triggered my incredibly powerful imagination.
Three gorgeous older men all to myself? Yes please!
“Are you serious? You’d really do that?”
Reed pulled back enough to meet my eyes.
“I never joke about sex. Everything else is fair game, but not this.” He skated his thumb over my cheek, then across the split in my lip.
His eyes darkened, the punch of a muscle leaping in his jaw.
The look cleared an instant later, and the grin I’d come to appreciate took its place.
“Our time in the Rangers put us in many intense situations. We learned to rely on each other, to trust each other. Women were limited, and we learned how to share to keep from growing jealous.”
Every single word out of his mouth solidified my desire…and my decision.
The thought of them with another woman caused a spike of jealousy that had no business between us.
I was a job to them, and this was nothing more than the fulfillment of a sexual desire, need, and fantasy.
My gaze roved his face, checking the validity of his claims. He met me look for look, a curious tilt to his head. “I’d like to see how good you all are at sharing.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Should we wake them up?”
Maverick sat straight up in his chair, his gray eyes glittering in the depths of shadows where he watched us. “We’re awake.”
Tarron sat up next and adjusted his pants. “And enjoying the show.”
Heat swept across my body.
The mixture of embarrassment and desire set off a series of spasms in my core and down my arms.
I fisted my hand in the material of Reed’s shirt, my breaths coming hard and fast.
An aggrieved look crossed Tarron’s face. “We didn’t bring protection. We were not anticipating sex while on mission.”
“It’s okay.” I found my voice and wiggled to the edge of the rocking chair. “I’m on birth control.”
Reed’s lips covered mine.
He’d been soft and controlled earlier, but my words unleashed something in him.
He hauled me to my feet and tugged the hem of my shirt.
“Help him out, Tarron.” Maverick’s voice came from behind me, his breath brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m going to take off your pants, Payton.”
I whimpered into Reed’s mouth, my acceptance on full display when I wiggled my ass at Maverick.
Tarron made quick work of my shirt, yanking it over my head as soon as Reed broke off the kiss.
A lusty haze settled over my vision, and I forced my mind to focus on Reed.
I ran my hands down his shoulders and ribs, then further.
When I hooked my fingers in the hem of his shirt, he took a step back and helped me pull it over his tall frame.
I caught my breath as the full expanse of his chest came into view.
Tattoos covered his body, the intricate work so well done I could barely see where one tattoo ended and another began.
Firelight snapped across the designs, creating pockets of light and shadow.
I could spend hours investigating every tattooed line, then the dips and curves of his body. “You’re beautiful.” I splayed my hands over his pecs and kissed the center of his chest.
Maverick kissed my bare shoulder. “You are beautiful, Payton.”
I arched my back to give him more room to touch me.
Reed bent his head and nuzzled the space between my breasts.
A moment of hesitation froze me in place.
I loved my body.
It had done incredible things, but I was not the pixie-thin woman many men preferred.
Reed unlatched my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders. An instant later, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
My inhibitions fell away, and I anchored my hands on his shoulders.
Maverick slid a hand around my stomach and down between my legs. “You’re wet for us.”
I groaned and twisted my hips, searching for firmer contact against his hands.
He chuckled against my spine, the ripple of muscle tightening my core.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.” Reed raised his head, his dark hair tousled from my fingers. “If you change your mind, tell us to stop.”
“I won’t.” The iron in my voice brought a warm chuckle from all three men.
“I love a decisive woman.” Tarron pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my head to face him.
He kissed me long and slow, and Reed lowered his head again.
The feel of all three men touching me at the same time brought a momentary rush of overwhelming sensations.
I relished the attention, the roughness of Maverick’s hands contrasting with my softness, and the scrape of Tarron’s teeth along my jaw before he moved lower.
My head fell back against Maverick’s chest
Tarron was on his knees beside me. I didn’t understand why until Maverick nudged my legs apart and Tarron moved between them.
My knees threatened to give out before he even touched me.
Reed and Maverick were ready, the two of them shoring me up between their bodies as Tarron eased his mouth over me and licked.
Fire raced through my veins, a sudden lack of control dropping me onto Tarron with unashamed pleasure. “Again.”
He blew a hot breath over my clit and twirled his tongue over the sensitive area.
Maverick pulled my ass over his cock, and the roughness of his tactical pants on my bare skin caused my nipples to harden further.
“More.” The pleasure built steadily, and it was all I could do not to ride Tarron’s face.
“We have time.” Reed’s voice had a dark huskiness to it that made me want to fall head over heels. “Your pleasure is our pleasure, Payton.”
I moaned when Tarron dipped a finger into me, his tongue continuing to make slow, tantalizing circles over my clit.
My legs trembled, forcing Maverick to tighten his hold on my waist. “Please.” Shame had no place here. I needed one of them inside me, or I was going to go insane.
Tarron rolled to his feet, and his sudden absence slowed the rushing tide of my orgasm.
I shivered and drew my arms across my stomach.
Reed took a step back and reached for his pants. “What do you want?”
I eyed him, one eyebrow raised. “Do you really have to ask that?”
“Maybe we want to hear you say it.” Maverick kissed the side of my neck, then nibbled on my earlobe. “Do you have any idea how sexy it is when a woman says she wants to feel our cocks?”
He pressed said cock into my ass, rolling his hips so I felt every inch of it through his pants.
Reed’s hands remained on his belt, but he didn’t remove it or his pants.
He’d kicked off his boots at some point, leaving them in a pile with the others in front of the fireplace.
“I want your cock inside me, Maverick. I want Reed’s cock, and I want Tarron’s cock. I want them all.” I reached behind me and tugged on his belt, spinning in his arms and running a hand inside his pants to grasp him.
Fuck he was huge. “Do you want me to tell you how big you are?”
“I know that part.” He bent me over his arm and cupped my mound. “What I want to know is how well you’re going to take me in that delightful pussy of yours.”
Good God. I could listen to him talk like that for hours.
I nipped his earlobe. “Why don’t you find out?”
The ragged slide of a zipper sounded in the sudden silence.
Reed muttered a string of curses as he kicked off his pants and boxers.
The sight of his heavy cock brought a rush of dampness to my pussy.
Maverick chuckled and pressed the heel of his hand into my wetness. “She likes you, Reed.”
“I fucking hope so.” He stalked toward me, cock bobbing with every step. “We’re going to take our time with you, but since you asked so nicely, I’m going to let you have my cock.”
The way he prowled closer put a fire in me. I clenched around Maverick’s hand. “I’ve never wanted a cock as much as I want all of yours.”
With Maverick’s help, he hooked his arms around the backs of my knees and lifted me into the air. “I’m not gentle, kitten.”
I ignored the pet name for now.
Who the fuck cared about a little bet when I had his cock close enough to my pussy that his heat radiated across my clit in throbbing waves.