Rylan tore his mouth from Reese and swung an angry gaze in Sloan’s direction. “Your dick broken?”
Man didn’t like having his performance critiqued like that. Tough shit. Reese deserved more than she was getting, and Rylan was holding back. Sloan would have to push them both over the edge while still serving as their anchor when they needed to be reeled back to shore.
“Leave him alone, Sloan,” Reese admonished.
She sat up, her body flushed, but Sloan could tell by the fever in her eyes that she wasn’t satiated. Far from it. Reese had a big appetite and he was tired of her denying herself.
“Why should I? This guy’s been talking a big game ever since he moved into our orbit. He’s been telling you he’ll be the best lay you’ve ever had, but all he’s done is get his tongue wet.”
“I’m being a gentleman,” Rylan protested, raking an agitated hand through his hair.
Reese coughed lightly in her hand to cover a laugh, but Sloan went for the jugular. “Who wants a gentleman in the bed? Reese, you have a new kink I don’t know about?”
“No, but I’m good.” She slid toward the edge of the mattress.
Rylan caught her arm and dragged her back. “Fine. You want it hard? I’ll give you hard.” Then he flipped her over in one smooth motion, so quick and easy that Sloan barely saw it happen.
Reese yelped and then struggled as Rylan pushed her head into the pillow that she used for the few hours that she allowed herself to rest. One more move and her hands were clasped at the small of her back. Ass up and restrained, she’d never looked more tempting.
“This rough enough for you?” Rylan growled as he yanked hard on her hair.
Her response was to grind her ass into Rylan’s groin. This time it was Sloan who raised a hand to smother the laugh. Or maybe it was a groan.
“Enough talking,” Sloan rasped. “Give her your dick or get out.”
Rylan snarled but tried to obey, as he’d done every other time Sloan had issued an order. But Sloan saw the problem immediately—Rylan had one hand around her wrists and the other in her hair.
“Then get over here and restrain her,” the blond outlaw bit out. “I don’t have three hands.”
Sloan pushed himself out of the chair and approached the couple. Rylan’s grip in Reese’s hair loosened just enough that she could turn her head. The desire in her eyes started to cloud with worry as Sloan got closer.
“Give me your hands.” His voice was harsh, implacable. He was her rock. Always, forever. Even in this. His brusqueness was what she needed.
Rylan released her wrists and immediately stroked her pussy with his newly freed hand, while Reese jerked and gasped.
Sloan caught her hands, pulling her forward, past the bed so that her upper body hung in the air, held upright only by his hold. Her delectable breasts swayed between them, like the pendulum on the big clock in the center of West City. Mesmerizing and beautiful, the vision held the men in thrall.
The hard-on in his pants pushed insistently against the zipper. Later, after Reese slept, he’d slip away and jack off so hard and long his dick would be raw for days. But tonight, his cock would remain restrained.
“Sloan.”
His name. Her lips. The sound was so soft, it was almost a puff of breath. He raised his eyes to hers at the same moment that Rylan plunged inside her.
Reese’s mouth opened. A gasp escaped. The hard slap of flesh against flesh filled the room as Rylan powered into her. His thrusts were measured but fierce, and Sloan couldn’t help but admire the strong lines of the other man’s body. The taut muscles flexing as Rylan knelt behind Reese and gave it to her hard.
Sloan’s gaze rested on Rylan’s tattoos, the random lines of black text inked onto that powerful chest. Some were done in an elegant script font; others were in block letters. No images, though. Just words that Sloan forced himself not to read, because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know more about Rylan than he had to.
“You like that?” Rylan growled. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just to push you down and drive into you until your whole world was my dick.”
Sloan answered for her. “Tell him. Tell him how it feels. How you like it.”
Reese dragged her lower lip between her teeth and bit down until the red plush velvet turned white. “I like it hard. Exactly like you’re doing.”
Her eyelids started to flutter closed, shutting Sloan out.
“Eyes up on me,” he barked out.
Rylan pulled her hair until it was impossible for Reese to do anything but stare directly at Sloan. Her face came close to his each time Rylan jacked into her in an unforgiving and determined pace that went on for longer than Sloan—and Reese—had anticipated. Reese’s hands grew slick. Sweat beaded around Rylan’s forehead and dropped on Reese’s ass. Both of them took on a sheen as the temperature in the room rose at least ten degrees.