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Stupid. So fucking stupid. Reid had seen the wince cross Brynn’s face when he’d called her his girl. Here he was, preaching about leaving the past behind them, and he had to go and say something to remind her of it. The words had just rolled off his tongue before he could stop them. God, he was an idiot.

Sex. That’s what this was. A kinky, no-strings fuck. That’s why he’d invited Jace for a ménage. He had to make sure his own head didn’t get screwed up being one-on-one with Brynn again. But even knowing that it was for the best, Reid had still wanted to break Jace’s fingers the minute he’d touched Brynn. The girl had a way of crawling beneath Reid’s skin and flipping his “mine” switch, making him entertain bonehead ideas.

No more relationship shit. The entire four years with Vanessa had been a miserable, expensive mistake. He realized now that fighting his nature had been pointless. His dominant desires weren’t going to go away, so he had to accept he’d never be Mr. Ideal Husband for anyone. Long-term love wasn’t in the cards. Women wanted him—just not forever. Both girls he’d ever tried to do the commitment thing with—Brynn being one of them—had confirmed it.

Still confirmed it. Based on how Brynn had reacted to having both him and Jace touching her at the same time—the woman’s needs still erred on the “more the merrier” side. Which was fine. Once he’d shoved down the wave of possessiveness that had clouded the first few minutes of their encounter, he’d been able to enjoy watching Brynn writhe beneath both his and Jace’s attention, had been turned on by it. And he sure as hell was going to enjoy what they had planned next. But all it could be was a fuck. He couldn’t let old feelings and sentimentality blur that.

He didn’t make the same mistakes twice. Period. He tucked his hands in his pockets. “Jace, help her back into her clothes. We’re moving to my cabin.”

A few onlookers who had gathered at the nearby tables grumbled. Reid didn’t blame them. Brynn had put on quite a show. The woman had no idea how sexy her feisty submission was. His cock flexed in his pants at the memory of her keening orgasm. Hell, if he didn’t get her to his room soon, he was going to end up fucking her against the nearest wall. He inhaled a deep breath. Patience.

He had Brynn right where he needed her—humming from orgasm, but slightly unsatisfied. He knew as soon as she was sated, that relentless worry segment of her brain would kick back into gear and she’d revert to ice-queen status around him. Tonight he wanted to show her what could’ve been—what she lost when she went behind his back. Because he sure as hell knew what he’d lost.

As Jace was finishing up with Brynn, Grant strolled over to Reid. The owner had the easy gait of a cowboy, but the shrewd face of a businessman who missed nothing. Grant smiled at the scene, then turned his evaluating gaze on him. “You’re a natural dom. Why haven’t you applied for membership here before?”

Reid shrugged. “Married a girl who thought this kind of thing was sick and perverted.”

“Ah, but you’re no longer married?” He said it like a question, but Reid knew the man already had the answer. The background check to get in the place was more intrusive than a goddamned proctology exam.

“She cheated on me with the pastor at her church,” Reid said, his voice flat. “Said she’d found Jesus. Who knew he was hiding in that dickhead’s bedroom?”

Grant smirked. “Glad to see you have a sense of humor about it.”

Reid glanced back toward the couch and noticed Brynn was watching the two of them intently—probably hoping that she’d put on a sufficient display to put any possible suspicions the club owner might’ve had to rest. “It was only a matter of time. Neither of us could be what the other needed. It was as much my fault as it was hers.”

Grant clapped Reid on the back. “I’m sorry that’s what brought you here, but at least now you can indulge in what comes naturally to you. And what obviously comes naturally to her as well.” He nodded at Brynn. “Now, don’t let me hold you up any longer. Enjoy your evening. And make sure to let the staff know if you need any additional equipment in your room. Most requests can be accommodated here.”

He shook Grant’s hand. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Too bad he couldn’t request that Grant deliver his star witness to his doorstep. Now that would be first-class service.

Although if that happened tonight, Reid’s chance to touch Brynn again would be lost. The second she found out he was there to use her sister for Hank’s appeal, any truce they’d forged over the last few days would go up in flames. Brynn would officially hate him forever.

Dread settled in his stomach. For the first time since he’d discovered the evidence, he found himself not so jazzed about locating the youngest LeBreck.

Brynn shivered as Reid sidled up next to her and slipped a hand around her waist. “Y’all okay with moving this to private quarters?”

She nodded, relieved to know they’d at least be alone if she freaked out. “Yes, sir.”

Jace smiled. “Lead the way, brother.”

Reid guided her through the crowd and toward a back door. A noticeable tension rolled off his stance, his jaw steadily clenching and unclenching. She glanced back at Grant and quickly shifted her eyes downward when she saw the owner’s gaze hadn’t left them. She tilted her head toward Reid’s ear. “Is everything okay? Did Grant say something?”

He pulled her tighter against him. “Everything’s fine, sugar. He said you were a born sub. Doesn’t suspect anything.”

Her shoulders drooped in relief. Guess she’d been convincing. Not that she’d had to act. Reid and Jace had brought her past the edge of conscious control. Never had she felt so purely carnal, so worshipped and desired. And there was more to come.

Her knees wobbled at the thought. She’d managed to avoid a panic attack so far, but she feared the boys weren’t going to leave the toys in the cabin unused. If she could stay focused on the pleasure, on the fact that these two men wouldn’t harm her, maybe she could get past the whole thing altogether. Conquer the panic, the flashbacks, the nightmares.

The three of them walked in silence through the quiet night. Without the pounding music and flashing lights, their triad suddenly seemed all the more intimate—Reid with his arm around her, Jace on the other side, clasping her hand. A little current of warmth, having nothing to do with sex, moved through her. She bit her lip. Stop it. This wasn’t real. This was an act—a means to an end. When the sun rose three days from now, life would go back to normal. She couldn’t let herself forget that.

They reached the cabin, and Reid released her to insert his key into the door. Jace let her step in front of him and before the door had even clicked shut, Reid yanked her against his solid chest, and Jace closed in behind her, pressing his heat against her back. She had no time to question, think, or second-guess. A fact for which she was grateful.

Reid’s lips sought hers, and Jace’s mouth feasted on her neck and shoulders. Being sandwiched between the two virile men sent all sentimental feelings draining out of her and desire fired up anew. Dual erections brushed her front and back, and she ground against them.

Reid broke from the kiss, his breaths ragged, his cool control fraying. “You’ve got too much fucking clothes on. Fix that, LeBreck.”

“But leave the boots on,” Jace added, a smile in his voice.

Reid stepped back and Jace joined him in front of her. Both crossed their arms over their chests, waiting, watching. The low lamplight in the room played off the angles in their faces, casting them in shadows, making the two of them look even more foreboding. She hugged herself, rubbing a chill off her arms. “Aren’t y’all going to undress, too?”

The corner of Reid’s mouth lifted. “All in good time, sugar. In fact, maybe we’ll let you do that for us.”

Her gaze traced over them—the two friends a study in ­contrast—dark and light, intense and carefree. But all nice to look at. She looked forward to unwrapping each one of them to see what lay beneath their clothes.

With shaking hands, she made quick work of unlacing her top and shimmying out of her leather skirt. Her panties hadn’t made it back on—they were probably tucked in some cushion of the couch in the club. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes and stood their stark naked before them, save for the boots. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, lifting them first to cross over her, then dropping them at her sides.

Jace’s hungry look slid shamelessly over her, and Reid’s fingers flexed as if he were having a hard time not reaching out to touch her. Reid took her hand and pulled her closer to them. “God, you’re beautiful. Even better than I remember.”

She knew he had to say something like that so she would feel confident enough to stand there and not dash to cover up. But for some reason, she believed he wasn’t feeding her a line. Her cheeks warmed and she lowered her eyes. “Thanks, Reid. I, uh, I mean, sir.”

He put his finger beneath her chin and tilted her face toward him. “No, it’s okay. I like the sound of my name on your lips. Feel free to scream it later.”

A small smile fought to show itself—some things hadn’t changed. The more turned-on he got, the cockier he became. Somehow she found that little glimpse of the boy she used to know comforting. He ticked his head in Jace’s direction. “Why don’t you get us out of these clothes, sugar. It’s getting a little warm in here.”

She turned to Jace, who gave her a quick wink. “Go for it, doll.”

She lifted her hands and worked down his white shirt, unbuttoning it until the material gaped open. He helped her work the shirt off, revealing smooth, golden skin stretched over lean muscles. An intricate tribal tattoo covered his left shoulder, snaking down his upper arm. She traced her fingers along the design and let her eyes indulge in him for a moment.

Reid chuckled from behind her. “Don’t stare too long, Brynn. He’ll start preening.”

Jace showed Reid the backside of his middle finger, but amusement lit his green eyes. “She can look… and touch whatever she likes.”

Brynn bit her lip and spun to face Reid. He’d already unbuttoned his own shirt, so she slid her palms along his broad shoulders and pushed it the rest of the way off. If Jace had the body of a swimmer, Reid was the football player. Strong and solid, arms that could envelop her and block out all thoughts of the outside world.

She walked her fingers down his chest and the planes of his flat stomach until she reached the smattering of dark hair trailing down to his belt. Remembering what lay beneath sent a little shudder of anticipation through her. She’d never admit it to Reid—she’d rather have bamboo shoved beneath her fingernails—but the sex she’d had with him all those years ago had never been topped. Even when they were that young, the guy knew how to wring out every ounce of pleasure from her.

His hands rubbed the goose bumps from her arms, and she moved to his belt buckle. Metal scraped metal as she unfastened it and crouched to ease his pants to the floor, leaving her eye level with the bulge in his boxer briefs. Forgetting that she was supposed to ask for permission, she reached out and stroked him through the soft cotton. He groaned and ran a hand over her hair.

The rustling of Jace getting out his pants sounded behind her, but she kept her eyes on Reid’s face while she slipped his cock free of the material. Her fist wrapped around him. Mmm, suede over steel. As if on instinct, she moved to her knees, the need to taste him coursing through her. She swirled her tongue over the smooth tip, tasting the salt on his skin and the bit of fluid that glistened there.

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. “You’re breaking the rules, sugar, but fuck if I can bring myself to stop you.”

Jace tugged at her collar from behind, pulling her lips away from Reid. “Let me help with that, bro. This will be much more comfortable in the bedroom. And I promise we’ll keep that lovely mouth of hers full.”

Jace stepped in front of her—his own impressive erection jutting out proudly—and in one smooth motion, lifted her up and settled her face down over his shoulder. A sharp smack to her ass made her jump. “That’s for not having patience, doll. Now you’ve gone and made Reid so hot, he may not be nice enough to wait for you to get off again before we fuck you.”

To her horror, a whimper of need slipped out of her. Where the hell had her pride gone? She should tell them to go screw themselves, that she’d be just fine without their help. But the throbbing between her legs didn’t believe it. No, her whole body ached for a release that she knew only they could give her. “I’m sorry.”

Jace carried her to the bedroom, and Reid’s footsteps followed behind. Jace dumped her onto the bed without ceremony, and her eyes widened at the erotic overload of seeing both men standing before her—naked and undeniably turned on. Reid nodded at the wall behind her. “Help me bind her. Facedown. I want that pretty ass in the air.”

A ripple of anxiety quivered through her, but she turned to lie on her stomach. She could do this; she would do this. Her rapist, whoever that bastard was, would not continue to hold her hostage. Panic wouldn’t kill her. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on keeping her breathing even. This is not against my will. I want this—want them. I can stop at any time.

Chains clinked and supple leather wrapped around each of her wrists. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Breathe. Each man yanked a bit at the bindings to make sure the cuffs were secure.

“Lift your head,” Reid instructed.

When she did, he moved toward her with a satin mask. She reared back, rattling the metal chains connecting her to the wall and shaking her head. “No. No blindfold. Please.”

Reid frowned, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at her. The fear must’ve been apparent on her face because instead of pushing the issue or telling her she wasn’t in charge, he nodded and set the mask on the side table. “On your knees, LeBreck. Eyes closed.”

With a sigh of relief, she drew her knees beneath her and laid her cheek against the cool comforter. The sound of drawers being opened and rummaged through filled her ears. She hadn’t had time to explore the contents of the dresser when she was in the room before, but she suspected it wasn’t filled with socks and

T-shirts.

“I saw her eyeing this one in my store,” Jace said. “It may make her think twice about disobeying us again.”

A loud thwack echoed through the quiet room as the leather strips of the flogger striped across her ass. She bucked against the impact, but didn’t have time to catch her breath before another blow rained down on her. Her teeth bit into her lip as she waited for the stinging pain to morph into the burn of pleasure.

The bed dipped and Reid’s familiar scent moved over her while Jace continued punishing her rear and the backs of her thighs. She moaned as a hot palm slid along her belly.

“Jace is a fucking master with a flogger, but I know you like a little pain, don’t you, Brynn?” His fingers parted her folds and buried inside her needy channel. Her body clenched around him, aching for more. She spread her knees wider and the tails of Jace’s flogger flirted with the crack of her ass. “Oh, yeah, you’re loving it, aren’t you?”

Reid pulled his hand back, and she writhed in protest. The strips of leather smacked her pussy and she cried out—the crazy pain/pleasure combination nearly sending her into instant orgasm.

“Fuck,” Jace said, his voice strained. “I’m usually good at this whole patience thing, but she’s killing me. I’ve been waiting a goddamned decade to share her with you.”

Reid rose from the bed and smoothed a hand over her burning ass. The crackle of a condom wrapper was the best sound she’d heard all day.

A finger tapped her cheek. “Open your eyes and let me under you, doll.”

She cracked her eyes open to find Jace fisting his cock and staring at her with a hooded gaze. She rose on her elbows and let him settle against the headboard. Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick erection—the tip glossy. Reid’s deep voice rumbled from behind her. “Suck his cock, Brynn. You don’t get to come until we do.”

She leaned forward and took Jace into her mouth, pressing her tongue along the vein on the base of his shaft and earning a shudder of pleasure from him. “Holy shit. She may not have to wait long.”

As she worked her tongue and mouth on Jace, Reid grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her slick entrance. She canted her body toward him, silently begging. If he didn’t get inside her in the next three seconds, she might drop the sub protocol and start yelling at him. Reid plunged forward, filling and stretching her, and she moaned against Jace.

Reid begin to pump forward at a steady pace, but Jace, way past slow and easy, grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth—all the while showering her with deliciously dirty endearments. Reid soon sped up to match Jace’s rhythm, and Brynn could do nothing but ride the freight train with them—pushing them all toward mutual oblivion. Knowing she was driving both men to abandon, making the always-in-control alphas lose their shit, only served to ratchet up the intensity of her oncoming release more.

Her insides melted around Reid, the familiar feel of him almost too much bear. As he continued to rock into her, he reached around to tease her clit, sending contagious need to every molecule in her body. She sucked in deep breaths through her nose, trying to hold off on her orgasm until he gave her the go ahead.

Jace’s grip tightened against her scalp and he pushed deeper, forcing her to relax her throat. His cock seemed to swell thicker, and with one last strangled growl, hot fluid splashed onto her tongue as he found his release.

“Goddamn,” Reid said, increasing his tempo and strumming his fingers along her clit with new urgency. “You look so fucking hot sucking him dry.”

Jace scooted back, caressing her hair as she rested her cheek against his thigh, and Reid continued to thrust into her with abandon. Lava flowed through her veins, ready to burst free and send her into the ether.

Reid’s hand moved from her hip to her sweat-glazed tailbone, then down to the dimple above her buttocks. “Hmm, should I let you come or should I take you here first?”

His finger slid down the crack of her ass and teased her for­bidden opening. Horror twined with the physical pleasure of the stimulation. No, not that. She couldn’t handle that. She shook her head, but her voice had left her. The moistened tip of his ­finger pushed against her muscles and slipped in. Tears pricked her eyes and her breathing turned short and choppy. Her body wanted it, loved the sensation, but her mind had gone on red alert.

His voice soothed as his finger slowly moved back and forth. “Mmm, so tight. Can’t imagine how good this would feel around my cock.”

Her orgasm came hard and fast, but the panic was right on its tail. Her voice scraped against her throat as she called Reid’s name over and over again. Reid, oblivious to the inner battle warring within her, thrust harder and faster, chasing his own release. Her lungs strained for air, but she couldn’t seem to catch a breath. Blackness edged her vision.

A sharp ringing began in her ears, and the hands on her suddenly weren’t Reid’s or Jace’s; they were coarse and unrelenting. Unwanted. The scent of sweat and her own fear filled her nostrils, and she was dragged back to a darkened storage room. A stranger invading her.

No. No. No. Oh, God. Dizziness overwhelmed her, and she struggled for just one tiny breath, but there was no air to be found.

Jace’s worried voice cut through the end of Reid’s ­orgasm. “Shit, man. Stop. Something’s wrong.”

Reid lids snapped open as he pulled out of Brynn. Her body collapsed in a limp heap on the bed. What the hell?

“Brynn, sugar, you okay?” She didn’t respond, and fear squeezed his chest. “Jesus, check her breathing.”

Jace put a hand near her lips. “She’s breathing. I think—I think she passed out.”

Reid closed his eyes and blew out a breath. Thank God, she’s okay. He climbed to his feet and laid a hand against her clammy cheek. “Watch her. I’ll go grab a cool rag and some water.”

Reid returned from the bathroom with the supplies and a robe wrapped around him. He tossed another robe at Jace. “Here, let me get next to her. And get these bindings off her arms.”

Jace moved out of the way and went to work while Reid gently turned Brynn over and pressed the moist towel against her forehead. “Come on, sugar. Wake up for me.”

He’d sensed a shift in her when he’d touched her ass, but when she didn’t use her safe word, he’d thought she was just reacting to a new sensation. Maybe he’d hurt her… or scared her. Fuck. Why hadn’t he stopped and checked on her?

He cradled her head in his lap, and she mumbled something incoherent. An urge to curl her into his arms and kick Jace out rolled through him. He tamped down the ridiculous thought and put the cool cloth to her cheek. “That’s right. Come on.”

Her eyes flew open on a sharp intake of breath, and terror crossed her features. She jolted upward but he put a hand on her shoulder and eased her back down. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s just me. You’re okay.”

She blinked, her pupils readjusting to the light. “Reid?”

He brushed her damp hair from her face. Her skin had taken on the pallor of the white bedsheets. “Yeah, babe. I’ve got you. I think you passed out on us.”

She winced and pressed the heel of her hand to her brow bone.

Jace sank onto the other side of the bed and tossed a quilt over her. “What happened, doll? You all right?”

Reid helped her sit up a bit and offered her a glass of water. She took a small sip and then shook her head. “I think I may have hyperventilated or something.”

Jace squeezed Brynn’s hand, an odd expression passing over his face. “Did something trigger that?”

“No.” She shot Jace a look of… warning. “I guess you guys are just a lot to handle.”

Reid’s jaw tightened and the wan smile she offered the both of them did nothing to alleviate the bitter taste crossing his tongue. “What the fuck are you two not telling me?”

Jace’s eyes shifted away, and Brynn stiffened. “What do you mean?”

Reid rose from the bed and glared down at the two of them. “You’ve always been a terrible liar, Brynn. Tell me what’s going on. Obviously, your best bud Jace knows.”

Jace slid off the bed, his frown deep. “I think I’m going to head out and let you two chat.” He leaned over and kissed Brynn’s forehead. “Thanks for tonight, gorgeous.”

Reid stepped out of the way to let Jace exit, but his gaze never left Brynn, who’d gone even paler. She tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped the blanket around herself, vulnerability rolling off her. He walked over to the bed and perched on the corner, then took a deep breath to make sure his bubbling frustration didn’t come out in his voice. “What’s going on?”

Her shoulders rose and fell with a deep sigh of resignation. “I had a panic attack and hyperventilated.”

His brows knitted. He didn’t know what he’d expected her to say, but that wasn’t it. “A panic attack over what?”

She dropped her gaze, taking an interest in an unraveling thread of the quilt. “Certain things, sexual things, trigger them.”

A creeping discomfort tracked up his spine. “Like what?”

“Like blindfolds and like…” She continued to worry the string between her fingers.

“Anal sex,” he filled in.

She glanced up, her eyes haunted, and nodded. “Yeah.”

Back when they’d been together, he’d touched her there before, and they certainly had used blindfolds. So something had changed. A sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. “Why, Brynn?”

She shook her head, avoiding his eyes.

“Tell me why,” he commanded.

“Because I lied to you back then. I wasn’t seeing someone behind your back,” she said, her voice dead of emotion. “Someone raped me.”

At first, he couldn’t make sense of the words she’d uttered—the sheer shock sending his brain into a spin. No cheating? Rape. Brynn. Raped. His reply came out in a roar. “What?”

She flinched and shrank in on herself even more. “The night I broke up with you, I’d just been attacked.”

He shot up from the bed, his body burning with rage. He needed to punch something—no, someone—the bastard who did this to her. His fists balled, and he forced himself to breathe. “Why didn’t you tell someone? Call the police? Or for God’s sake, tell me? I went to you that night.”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t. He threatened me—my family. And I was so confused. He told me you had a real girlfriend, that I was only your whore. And then when I saw your picture in the paper a few days later with Vanessa, I knew he’d told me the truth.”

He raked a hand through his hair and leaned against the dresser. His guts had been torn out the night he and Brynn had broken up. But God, had he been so hurt, so angry that he’d missed the fact that she’d needed help? “Jesus, Brynn. You didn’t even let me explain about Vanessa. I would’ve helped you. And I would’ve fucking killed the guy who did it to you.”

She frowned and rubbed her arms through the blanket. “You wouldn’t have had the chance. I still have no idea who he was.”

He closed his eyes, a piercing pain slicing through his skull. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you back then, but I’m listening now. Tell me what happened to you.”